Letters From The Past

On background, I should probably tell you what I’m doing.  Whether you actually care or even if I should  tell you is immaterial.

I’m just taking up space.

There are plenty of people out here in the blogosphere who strive to write a post a day.  Some of them write well enough to pull it off.  Others should probably limit there online writing activity to an occasional status update on Facebook.

I’m somewhere in between.

The problem is that when I started this salute to my ego which has become one of your favorite internet experiences to date, I had a goal to post at least one article a day. After about a week, I made the decision that quality is better than quantity.  From that point on, I changed the frequency of my dispatches of verbal brilliance to the web to parallel the occasional psychotic episodes which exact frequent forced entries into the recesses of my mind. The site has been up for a few years now, and up until this point, I’ve managed to make a go of it using the methodology consistent with writing whenever I damn feel like it.

It’s time to step things up now.

In the coming year, I’m going to strive to publish something every day.  I’ll include this goal in with my third annual TharpSterlutions, right next to “lose another pound”, and “try not to piss ’em all off”.

Rest assured that anything I post in the coming year is going to vary in quality.  Naturally, I can guarantee you a few hundred words of crap on any given day.

Unlike some of my contemporaries who publish daily, I’m going to do it a little different.  This particular post which has your wide eyed visage glued to a liquid crystal display guaranteed to eventually bore a hole through your skull by way of your retina was written about two weeks ago and scheduled to publish on either 12/31 or New Years Day.

Consider rummaging through the attic and finding a box from a parent, grandparent, or other relative which contains letters written specifically to you long before you were born. Wouldn’t that be cool?

Of course it would. TharpSter’s Letters From The Past are under the same premise.  The time period has been shortened to a few weeks.  Otherwise, one can only expect the effect on the reader will be the same.

Cool, huh?

Don’t answer that.

Just know that I’m looking to infiltrate your mind on a daily basis during 2012.

Boom Shanka.

Randy Tharp

TharpSter is a husband to one woman, a father to two kids, a master to two dogs, an occasional cubical occupant, and unable to make up his mind on an adequate theme for this website.

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