Let’s start this intro with a quote that might seem tangents away from this blog. Shall we?
“We are gathered here today to immortalize in song, the life and untimely death of a great legend. So sit back, relax, and enjoy your low calorie popcorn and assorted confections, while we tell you the strange and bewildering tale of a hero who has yet to enter his own story.” – Senor Flan, Rango.
The truth is, for over three months, each time I thought about this section of my blog, I drew a blank. So I copied something I wrote on a blog I ran in my mid-twenties, varnished it with an unnoticeable coat of a line of ink and pasted it here.
So, hey, look at me. What do you see?
My eyes feel, my ears taste, my tongue sees, my nostrils hear, and my skin smells. Ouch! That last part didn’t sound right. That’s how I get stories twisted.
Tuape. Ernest Jacob Tuape. That’s my name.
I play guitar. I cook, although I’m sure you wouldn’t enjoy any of my meals. I suck pipes at it.
Welcome to this place, our place. You can always come here as often as you wish. Knock yourself out.