I had a friend in college who told me that the first thing everyone learned to do in her Computer Science 100 class was to write a program that would flash the words “hello world” on the screen.
The “hello world” program sounded like a waste of time to me (my exact response was “why would anyone ever want to do that?”), but it’s now irrevocably lodged in my head and I couldn’t start this blog any other way.
I’m Marne. For a month or so I actively kept up another blog, NSA Dinner, at dinnerslut.wordpress.com. That blog is still up and you can go read it if you want to; it’s about this one time where I was even broker than I am now and I asked strangers on the internet to buy me dinner (and not expect me to have sex with them afterwards). I had a bunch of dinners with random strangers and wrote about meeting them and dining out in Seattle.
It was touching.
I thought I believed in taking up as little space on the internet as possible, but something felt wrong about continuing to blog, and not about not food/stranger related things on my no-strings-attached dinner blog. The dinnerslut hat didn’t fit quite right when I wanted to blog about my job/family/etc… so now I have this new and quite empty rest-of-my-life blog. I’ve been writing steadily more as my social/love/interpersonal life atrophies and I wanted to post story fragments, observations, and random but strangely attractive photos of myself in the same place.
In case you weren’t up and up on the lingo, Marne Gras is a play on my name; like the drunken revelry that happens just prior to Lent? Exactly. It also translates roughly to ‘fat marne’, but not many people can seamlessly insert their names into holidays, so it’s only a minor inconvenience when you consider the positives.
So, that’s all. Hello again, world. Welcome to my blog, where every day is Marne Gras.
