Open Your Mouth

I've always been a hungry boy.  Hungry for food, certainly.  But also, hungry for attention.  Unquestionably starving for art.  Mostly, ravenous for a simple connection.

Being an introvert, I oftentimes go hungry for long stretches of time, not even knowing I am starving myself through the process of living my life.  Wasting away in each moment-- reading Tolstoy, changing my new cat's clumpable litter, thinking about that next jog, belting out Janelle Monae's Tightrope as I nervously switch lanes on Lake Shore Drive.  It's these happy regimens that keep me locked onto my inward course, slowly and surely malnourishing myself.  And before I know it, my bones will be pushing out like elbows under my emaciated skin, my stomach shrunk to a peach pit, my spirit sapped and dehydrated.


But no more.

I am opening up my perverbial silverware drawer and stocking it full of spoons.  Wide spoons, wooden spoons, slotted spoons, silver spoons, teaspoons, those really long Dairy Queen red, plastic spoons -- it will be a mecca of spoons.  No one will cry out, "Where is my SPOON!?"  Because I will have them all between my knuckles, poised in my mouth, ready for any moment.  I will be ready for you, my friends.  And I fully intend to share.


You may ask yourself, "What is Seth doing with all these spoons?"  And I will say, "I have collected and brought them here for you. And only you. We shall eat together -- and dine with spoons!"

These spoons I speak of are mere symbols, of course.  You didn't actually think I was running around collecting a bunch of fucking spoons, did you?  Well, I didn't.  And yes, I just swore.  And yes, I realize family might be reading this.  But, it's important to note about these spoons.  They are the bridge between you and me.

I am asking you to open up....your mouth, your mind, your heart.  Let me fill up a small spoonful, lift it up to your mouth (Watch out! It's hot!) and take a sweet sip of...well, me.

This blog is a watering place where I will be dolloping (with my spoons) small samplings of my interests, my thoughts, my photography, my poetry....a collective of things that make me less hungry than I already am.  And I am inviting you to sit down and feast beside me.  

Here's the caveat.  I want you to tell me what you like -- and also, of course, what you don't like.  It wouldn't really be exciting if you came here and just read all about me.  It's the back-and-forth I crave; the witty, feisty banter that makes for a lively existence! 

A fair warning: conversations about religion, sports or politics will be extremely sparse (if not totally non-existent).  Hey now, don't hate! 

Are you beginning to see the fun we are about to have with our spoons?  

I am getting so incredibly hungry...and ready to start laying them all out.  

Which will you choose?  What size will it be?  What color?  Is it clean? Oh man, I hope so.

Ready. Set. Open up!