Actually, surfeit is the opposite of what I have here. I never blog anymore, but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep a semi-public journal here. Too many of the things I would write would be too private, so I won’t; however, in the vein of many of my heroes, mostly Ze Frank, I’m just going to start writing things here that I thought of. That’s it. Just things I thought of. No deep imaginings or million dollar ideas, or at least, I won’t self-edit until I feel that is all I’m allowed to post.
The first of these things is my last name. It’s rare. Not many people share it, and most who do are linked to my immediate family. It is rare enough that people who share my name, but whom I have never met, will request to become my friend on Facebook. I’ve stopped answering the requests, since Facebook is better when well-pruned, but I still have some leftovers there to whom I have no relation other than my name.
When my dad adopted me and I took his name, I did not really think much of it. But ever since, it has become a large part of my identity. Names are more important than I can truly understand. It means something to me to have the last name I do, and yet, I can barely connect to most of my family members, and fewer still who have that name, yet I would be proud to be the first of the name to be famous in the arts. Perhaps that’s just selfishness. I am often guilty of selfishness.
That’s something I thought of.