My Space has no Front Porch

Okay, it's been a while, but I'm back on the porch, albeit a dusty porch that speaks arabic, but still a porch.

I can assure you that I will continue to post here as a means of escape. While I have embraced the MySpace hype, I have done so grudgingly. I liken MySpace to the online version of a fast food restaurant. While everyone goes there, and you'll probably run into people you know, it's hard to have a real conversation and its hardly as relaxing as the porch.

Oh, I'm in Iraq already. For real details, you will have to start following my other blog, because I will reserve porch conversation to those things that are interesting to us, rather then the mundane events that consume my life in Iraq.

So, in summary, MySpace is that kid on the street that I like to yell at from the porch. I may be some old man that doesn't like to leave his rocking chair anymore to venture out into the neighborhood, but I sure to like the iced tea.