Strange Fruit

On the day I finally decided to start my blog, a headline in one of the sections in The Philippine Star blared, “Bye Bye Blogging!” Then on the same day, while surfing the internet, I read a news article on Yahoo! about how the internet will be “full” by 2010. Apparently, so many people are putting stuff on the net (now including me), that there will just be no more space left in as early as 2 years from now, unless servers invest billions of dollars to expand and accomodate the astounding demand. And so it seems, as is customary, not only am I unfashionably late in joining the blogwagon, but it may be a doomed project from the get-go! But going against the odds seems to be another theme in my life. Who would’ve thought that the pigeon-chested geek who wore ankle boots with his grade school shorts would end up in a nerd-intolerant field like the radio industry? A lot of the DJ’s at the time were all testosterone-y hyper-males with booming voices, complemented with an extra serving of macho cheese. I tried to modulate my whiney voice, and I often ended up sounding like a she-male, or a eunuch with only one testicle hacked off. But, against many odds, I actually ended up keeping my job, nothwithstanding being named after a little brown fruit that actually looks like a newly-shaven testicle (hmmm…there it is again…are testicles another recurring theme in my life?), and that reeks the same odor as that of a drunken man. I guess better Chico Garcia than DJ Rambo Tan. So who knows what I’ll say on this blog? I guess I’ll just wing it as I go along. I have lots of spare time and surplus random thoughts — and as you know — idle minds bear strange fruit.