First (newborn entry, still unnamed)

If we bothered to ask animals what they think about humans (and then, if we bothered to listen.... never mind the language differences), they'd probably say "Humans? The noisiest species on the planet - always gabbing, or blasting someone else's gabbing into the airwaves; they pollute the atmosphere with their megalomaniacal verbal litter. Only gnats are worse, more frenetically verbose."

This blog is my contribution to the verbal litter of planet earth in this era. Nothing personal here (unless, as some say, all communications can be psychoanalyzed and reduced to the merely autobiographical). Next week, I won't care what brand of chocolate cookies I ate with my bedtime coffee last night, what color shoelaces I wore to the Fisherman's Ball, or even that my neighbor walked her brand new Persian pussy on a lavender leash attached to a collar from which rhinestones dropped like breadcrumbs marking their path. Unless you have a personal, very special interest in Persians prettified with fake-gem jewelry, or in whether l'eau de mackerel (a favorite fragrance worn by the wharf waltzers) smells like toilet water - why should you care? With such screechingly autobiographical entries, I'd only be talking to myself - and I tend not to listen to what I said last week. Already old news, passé, easily and happily forgotten.