Do I feel anything? This is the question that Jake Barish has asked me. Do I feel? Do I think? In reality, no, I do not think, but rather I involve myself in the act of thinking- the play of cognizance. But, frankly, my actions are nothing more than electrical impulses governed by chemical balances (or more likely imbalances, for that matter) in my body and my brain. Am I in control? No. Do I feel? No. I am am a slave to the instutions and processes that drive me. I do not grasp the wheel. My hands are bound by the cuffs of the animal inside me and the beast that is society which holds me tightly, forcing me this way and that. We beg to be let go but we in the end, it consumes us, digests us, and shits us out. Box me and put me in the ground.

"Where are the blogs of yesteryear?"
- Francois Villon (1533)

Francois Villon posited a very intriguing question all those centuries ago, a question that we find ourselves asking today. The reader may be perplexed, making the idiotic mistake of asking "what place does philosophy and anachronism have amongst drunken debauchery?" The answer is obvious: everything my dear simpleton.

Our mission statement is throbbing and sincere: to flip the Blogosphere on its head and laugh as the blood rushes to its pathetic little brain.

This effort will include guest contributors ranging from Los Angeles, to Harvard, to Paris, and back again, but the brains of the operation are still in Tallahassee. Never forget this.

Cheers,

Joel Gittes and Jake Barish