About
About Tannish:
Middle-aged and mellowing in and around Chicago. A Buddhist newbie in a hostile landscape. Happily married 20 years with one kid, and two cats, one house and two cars, and too many computers. an aspiring alpha-geek and self-taught computerphile, I began a web presence in 1999 to practice wordsmithery and to vent steam. Since then the pressure in my skull has returned to safe levels, and I can begin to explore a bit the arts of prose.
You’re welcome to come along, and leave whatever comments you desire. I’ll even accept differing political opiinions, now, but I might not have time-and-energy to comment.
About Tannishblog:
First came the Tannish Page, circa 1999, complete with the large rollover buttons in vogue then. My first attempts at essays were hosted there, compliments of Earthlink, painstakingly designed several times by me and Dreamweaver. Two things slowly dawned on me: how tedious the design process is, and I’m not very good at it. No amount of interest can disguise mediocre talents.
As blogging took hold, the Tannish Page slumbered. It wasn’t until the heyday of the blogosphere waxed and waned that I finally got on the wagon. Nobody ever said I was a quick learner. In March, 2005 the Tannishblog started on Blogger.com. Also, a parallel blog experiment, alternately entitled Left of Center and IdiotSynchracies, died a lingering death of decaying interest and poor software tools. Some of the posts there are keepers, and intend to insert them here. Meanwhile, I became bothered by Blogger’s frequent timeouts. The search had begun in earnest…
This, the second itteration of my personal online presence (such as it is), will become the depository of all my writings currently spread out over too many sites. The exact format will fluxuate for a while before settling into place. At times I might fly off into a fictional perspective - a la IdiotSynchracies, and a cast of castoff characters are awaiting their voices. Mostly, I will try to document the myriad windings of a troubled mind gently tamed by meditation, a scarred spirit healed through a new outlook.
The final outcome is a mystery; at least I have no clue. But it’s the ride that matters, not the destination…
Namaste