You step to the mic, clear your throat and begin to address your audience… Nervous excitement. A slightly metallic taste in your mouth. A little sweat. That feeling like you might upchuck and giggle all at once. (As much as I've come to appreciate public forums, I'm not a big fan of that last feeling)
"Friends, Romans, countrymen… lend me your ears! … "
Pause. Reset. I'm not Mark Antony.
Lets start with this name I've chosen - fairly genius. immediately you, my lovely reader, must be thinking "pretentious much?" … alas. it may appear that way. However, in this case the name comes from something I often say - not something I often AM.
The phrase "fairly genius" is a bit paradoxical. "genius" is a superlative. it defines extraordinary. there's nothing "fairly" about it. nothing mild or moderate about being genius.
So, what gives? Suffice it to say that I use this phrase frequently. To describe the really good ideas, the fantastic designs, witty commentaries and hilarious moments. They strike me as, well, fairly freakin' genius. Real genius - that only comes along every once in a long while.
Which would make for one really boring blog.
So, I humbly submit my first written commentaries. The (slightly) distilled chattering of one opinionated observer on the comedy of errors and moments of brilliance that make up our everyday life. These come to you from a Southern Jewish urban-bohemian-nerdball very recently transplanted to LA - talk about a "period of adjustment" and you get to read all about it!
What to expect down the line: theories and rants on life, family, food, desk jobs, relationships (both friendly and feisty), design, drinking, and the like.
… The inaugural address comes to a close. a short burst of applause. the crowd files out and back to their lives. Or another brilliant blog. A job well done, Jess. The first step is always tricky, right? Now i'm feelin' fairly genius…
