What is a nangent?

Hello.

I am here to introduce a new concept to those of you who do not know me.

I am nanc.

I have absolutely no credentials what so ever. With that said, if you are offended, confused or irritated by anything I post here on my blog, well I have two thing to say to you: first, you do not 'blong' here... and secondly, I make no apologies for my opinions, ideas, and rants...real or imagined, hence the title, nangent.

A nangent is something you either get or you don't; you like/love or hate/despise; it has no expectations; it could care less what any other sentient being thinks, feels or has to say regarding the contents of this space. [But, you may leave comments anyway.]

A nangent is a part of me and me alone; whether or not there is content here that interest another living soul is of no consequence, in fact, it is a mirror of my lives; usually unpopular and rarely followed. These are qualities to me. There is no other way to exists where the flavors and perceptions are so random as this material plane. There is no right or wrong way to read this blog; just don't take it personally. My nangents, like my life, are aware, conscious, intentional, serendipitous, self-generated, random and normally witness oriented.

These nuggets of nanc, or rather, nangents, are only here to be looked at and perhaps thought about, without: judgment, preconceptions, authority, ethnicity, orientation, nationalism or any other categorization you may be able to list or specify.

I have no point to make, and if this seems contradictory in any particular post, so be it; it is quite likely that I will contradict myself, perhaps even regularly; this is a nangents prerogative, and that is a rule in my world, especially since there are no dogs in this blog to fight for, no good guys or bad guys, just guys. I will, however, make an effort to avoid duality in general. If I succeed, that will be very cool. If not, well, I contradict myself, BFD, right? Yes, that is right.

I may make bizarre comparisons, atonal melodies of words that fall from space and into my blog; unsymmetrical statements that seem black or white, but they are not and if there is intention in my words, which, as I stated previously, then the intention will always be multicolored and passed through a prism that is my own mind's eye.

No one should give a shit about what a nangent is or isn't. Despite my effort to quantify what is not a nangent, this is and is not a nangent, so there. Enough said.

Oh, I almost forgot, if you are not a fan of Kerouac, you will not want to rss feed this blog; the reason being that, point of perception, perspective and stream of consciousness writing tends to be my strong suit... as if you couldn't see that already.

Enjoy!
nanc