Here’s the deal with the blog, The Solipsist. The solipsist is me. To save you some time, here is how Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary defines “solipsist” and “solipsism:”
Main Entry: so•lip•sism
Pronunciation: “sō-lǝp-‘si-zǝm, sä-
Etymology: Latin solus alone + ipse self
a theory holding that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that the self is the only existent thing; also: extreme egocentrism
so•lip•sist \ noun
so•lip•sist•tic \ adjective
so•lip•sist•ti•cal•ly \ adverb
You are now forewarned and forearmed. This blog is about nothing except me and is not for anyone except me. Nothing unusual about that in this genre. Having said that, however, I welcome visitors. In fact I love my visitors. I love all my visitors.
In 2007 and 2008 I stalled out up north in the Middle West. As a result of a series of untoward circumstances, all of which I brought upon myself. I became desperate. In early 2009 I quit what I was doing, gave away most of the worldly goods left to me, purchased a cheap camper trailer, and headed south in my pickup truck.
In late April and May 2009 I knocked around Texas, primarily Canyon Lake Park and Luckenbach in the Hill Country. Ultimately, I decided to go to Mexico. I was waiting out the flu panic, which as it turned out was overdone. I drove on down south to the border, camped in Mission, Texas, and staged up to cross the border. I drove across the border into Reynosa on June 3, 2009. I have been in Mexico since.
I claim to know little about Mexico, but I am learning. I love it dearly. Coming here was the best decision that I have ever made. I am content.
Do not take anything written in this blog too seriously. Sometimes I am in a mood. Other times I contradict myself. And not to put too fine a point on it, occasionally, I lie. All I am trying to do is experience some interesting things, do a little reading, do a little thinking in my own feckless way, and get by.
Lastly, let me say this once again. At times here it may appear as if I am making unfavorable comparisons with the United States of America, that I am disparaging the United States of America. I wish to declare once and for all that I love the United States of America from the bottom of my heart and am acutely aware of how much I owe to the United States of America. It is just that loving the United State of America as deeply as I do is like being deeply in love with a beautiful woman who fucks around on you. Sometimes it is utterly embarrassing and humiliating. But to give her up is out of the question.
If I write something that appears to demean the Mexican people, there has obviously been a misunderstanding.
If I write something that appears to disparage humankind in general, them’s the breaks.