Getting maudlin

What on earth business does a self confessed introvert have talking about himself here in this in your face tell it like it is world . . . if you are familiar with Meyers-Briggs or Keirsey Temperament Sorter I last tested (2002) as INFP but I can't find the paperwork with the secondary characteristics.

I stuck my toe in the surf at the ocean's edge . . . but I'd rather be body surfing.

I started by telling little secrets on the pretext of finding out who I am by telling you who I think I am . . . and this is just one version of many.

The droplets of storytelling are like water torture . . . welcome the deluge. 

And then lapsing into silence . . . ellipses ad in finitum.

Am I the sum of what I can remember and the product of my dreams? talking mathematically . . . me, cubed, diced, and sauteed.

Does one ever graduate from the University of Life we all attend . . . otherwise known as Blogiverse.

Where is this leading? Up the garden path if I know me? And I don't, so maybe it's more like trailing off into the wilderness.

Now this has metamorphed into a browse through my book-garden and given me the impetous to re-read some of those forgotten books. If you are what you eat can you be what you read? This is full of empty calories . . . my, but the Guinness was good!

Maps - a stub

I get lost wondering around this jungle called the internet. Where are the maps? Ordnance Survey in Southampton was where I used to turn or I should say the old ¼ and 1 inch maps that dad and I would pore over after having been on a bike ride long before the days of personal computers, never mind lap-tops. Why after not before the bike ride? I wonder. I still like poring over maps of places familiar and unfamiliar. All the bike rides. Just looking at maps. Drawing imaginary maps. Lost in the web with no map. And why try to map my life? Where have I been? How do I get there again? Ctrl+h only shows me where I've been! Walking along a crowded virtual street greeting strangers and popping into virtual shops. How did they do that? That blog is too noisy. What language is that?