Why are you reading this?
Really, I wonder what this fad with weblogs is. I find it curious that people would spill out their hearts to an unsuspecting and unknown audience. What for? A cry for attention, in hopes that someone out there finds your stories and dreams enchanting? Self-absorbed vanity, really believing that the faceless masses out there find your life intriguing? Or perhaps the naive security of opening your soul, not to a critical human being, but a souless panel of phosphors that only echoes what you type, oblivious of all the real people at the other end of the network fabric that are greedily sucking up your every word?

Here's a belated welcome to my weblog, which is here perhaps to not as much to be read, but to archive some aspect of life here in Silicon Valley.