and why aren’t there any capital letters?*
i’m a little embarassed because this log’s been up for over a year, and i still don’t have one of these. . . (although one of my early posts was in a similar vein)
thinking about the about page always brought about some trepidation–who am i.
not in the deep existential sense, mind you, though there is a hint of that in there. the truer question is who am i to you?
really, this site wasn’t designed to be read by others. it was meant to be a personal content managment system as i tried to convert my paper logs into something i don’t have to physically lug around whenever i felt the need to rant. i haven’t been posting any of that, because i’m not that person anymore and well, you’re here: it’s not nice to drop f-bombs in front of strangers. yet, in my transition to life post-web 2.0, i have done a little of that.
i am under no self-delusion to think that there are many folks out there reading this. perhaps by remaining semi-anonymous, it’ll remain that way.
what finally prompted me to write this thing was a posting by someone else writing about blog usability:
It’s a simple matter of trust. Anonymous writings have less credence than something that’s signed. And, unless a person’s extraordinarily famous, it’s not enough to simply say that Joe Blogger writes the content. Readers want to know more about Joe. Does he have any credentials or experience in the field he’s commenting on? (Even if you don’t have formal credentials, readers will trust you more if you’re honest about that fact, set forth your informal experience, and explain the reason for your enthusiasm.)
–jakob neilsen from www.useit.com
well, i don’t really need to establish credibility, because you’re not supposed to be here. but here you are anyway. since you’re (still) reading this, and the legalist in me doesn’t want to break blogging rule number two, you’re entitled to some sort of visual tag by which to refer to me. (i’m assuming the generic left-turn signpost riddled throughout the site probably isn’t cutting it)
here is something a little more human:

it won’t get me recognised as i walk down the street, but there it is anyway.
–lefty mcfadden
(i am not this lefty mcfadden. but we are, for now, based in the same geographic vicinity. i don’t know him, nor do i know anything about his hockey tourney, or any other sport.)
they’re on strike.
no, that’s not true; i’m a lazy typist.
you want caps? here: SKJFAOWIEURPLSKJZXVNSQTYDBHGMC. apply liberally, to taste.