Identity Crisis - A Parenthetical Post

Well, here I am barely into the second post and already an identity crisis.  I have had a few comments from friends (by email ... apparently to shy to comment below the blogline, or should that be postline ... no, I like blogline better) who seem to have very different expectations about this blog. 

Before you read much further you will see that I a fan of the parenthetical and the metaphorical.  This is a parenthetical post - the post between posts that the author uses to fill the gaps.  In literary terms, it means I didn't really plan well enough.

This a blog about journeys and destinations:  physical and metaphysical.  Sitting in the carriage, looking out the window at the sunrise reflected on the ocean - it takes me places.  I remember, and I wonder.  I wonder about the towns we pass through, about the tunnels and how they were built, about the coastline and if it would be possible to climb around the rocky cliffs.  I anticipate destinations and remember other times and other places and other people.  Sometimes I get political, incensed by inequality and opportunism.  Sometimes I get philosophical and ask myself questions like: "What is hope?" 

 I can't travel without a notebook and a pen.  At the compute I get writer's block,  terrorized by the blank screen.  On a train, I am a writer,  a philosopher, a poet and a critic.  I am also a reader and a companion to other travelers. 

Traveler's metaphor: 'The map is not the territory'. (Actually that is a cliché, and bloggers should avoid clichés at all costs.)  I am still mapping and not yet sure where this will take me. This is not just an extended tweet, or a travelogue. It is not just a history of trains or my chance to be a movie critic.  Watch the line below the title.  New pages are under construction to fill the back-story for this little narrative.

Here is the plan.  For the next six months I am going to travel to Sydney twice a week.  The destinations will be varied: The Dendy, The Art Gallery, a ferry ride to Watson's Bay, a walk in the Botanical Garden, Flemington Market, Chinatown, Taronga Park, coffee at the Quay.  Those are the physical destinations.  But where this actually takes me ... that is what I am going to find out.