Pretension, affectation, and theatrics.

An Andre Reiu concert is lovely with its extravagant costumes and its lilting waltzes. But I wouldn't want to live there.

I long to be a brilliant writer, a poet composing works of literary genius. I crave the skill to inscribe the words of my heart on paper. But, in truth, I'm more of a down-to-earth, practical, messy person than an ethereal genius.

So, I shed the pretensions of writing an artful blog and commit myself to providing some good old useful information.