a little step

I have a blog already. People read it. Comment upon it. Find it funny. Inpiring. Insipid. I get fan mail. Hate mail. Junk mail. Much more mail than that is required to lead a healthy, semi-pious life in a big city. In my attempts to deal with the aforementioned life, I come across things, people, set-ups that sometimes I think I should talk about. Books. Restaurants. People.The educated call it a review.

So would I, in a brutal sense of the word.