It's Peru, Baby.

As I read Joyful Ranconteur's last entry, regarding her inability to effectively, yet casually, and entirely unofficially, blog, I realised my own blogging dilemma remains unresolved. The problem is my life is no longer entertaining in, and of, itself. Thus, I need to be interesting in, and of, myself. I need to be lucid, topical, creative, insightful, jovial, and bang up-to-date. Or at least one of the above. Unfortunately, these days I am just been desperately trying to make sense of this thing they call London... and get my head round 'settling down' here. It's an endlessly fascinating situation for me, I just need to translate that, without being a bore, into blogging. I try - but the blogger's quandries remain. Should I bitch/complain/rant about people/things/places? How much of my personal life should I reveal? Am I actually trying to reveal myself, or a fabricated image of myself? Who the hell am I anyway? Come to think of it - these questions don't belong solely to the blogging arena, but to life in general, just that the blog is a new medium, with a new audience - hmm. Hey - do you reckon the people on Big Brother ask themselves these questions? Ha!