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Introduction

This will be an occasional blog for a couple of reasons--I don't want to be tied down to writing something here daily (and do you want to have to check my blather daily?) and I honestly don't think I can sustain daily scribblings anyway. So, check back maybe weekly or less, I'll have to see how well this will work for me.

Why is this blog titled as such? Well. . .
I adore Shakespeare and find Hamlet to be my favorite play that I've read or seen of his (so far). OK, so why the negative title?

I'm not a person of high-born lineage-thus negating a tragedy based on my life following Aristotelian standards (see his Poetics, especially 8.1)

I'm not pestered by demons. Some view the ghost of Old Hamlet as a demon tempting Hamlet to murder and damnation. While there are persons I don't particularly like, I don't wish them dead. Maybe just maimed.

I'm not dead.

I am not involved in some familial-political intrigue (though my family is certainly interesting).

I don't reside in nor have I ever visited Denmark.

I am (to the best of my awareness) not fictional.

I'm not Hamlet for positive reasons too.


  • I teach
  • I'm married with two children
  • I wish to homestead
  • I am Protestant with Catholic and Orthodox sympathies

There is probably an interminable list to create about why I'm not Hamlet, but I'll keep it there for now.

Boy, this is a rather pedestrian start. Maybe I should post photos of myself naked, covered in honey and salt.

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Sharon Lippincott said…
Honey and salt? Tantalizing as those photos may be, I won't lament their absence. Congratulations on your ... what's the masculine alternative to maiden? ... initial! voyage into the blogosphere. Well done. May your muse whisper sweetly into your fingers, ear, brain, other body part — take your pick, and bring you back often.
July 20, 2007 at 8:17 PM
Scot said…
Hey, thanks for the feedback.
July 21, 2007 at 9:55 AM
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