Happy 2014, the eleven month version. Here we are the begining of February, the official start of the year for me after a January bout with H1-N1. There have been several fevered and/or boredom inspired blog entries started and dismissed over the past few weeks, everything from a response to John Hagge's asinine suggestion that all atheists board a plane and leave the country, to my thoughts on secular idealism, to Justin Bieber (as well as a few new poems that are making their way to The New Yorker before seeing light here) - all of which may eventually get dusted off and make their way to the kitchen, but not right now.
One of my February resolutions is to stop feeling the need to explain myself when I say "no." With that in mind, I came across this. . .
"Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you."
. . .so with that said, and my apologies to Popeye, I am what I am, I own my thoughts, and I speak my mind. Without empty apology or unnecessary explanation. Not to say that will ever temper the rants or opinions to be found found here in the kitchen.