Blogging Delia

It isn't easy this blogging Her Hotness business. Especially if you go by this tenet: What the best individual blogs tend to have in common is voice -- they are clearly written by human beings with genuine human passion. There are legal stuff to consider - if you get the chance, please read the damn thing and let me know if I should be retaining a lawyer soon. Then there's work work- it does get in the way especially if you have A LOT of things to do and deadlines to meet. A LOT.

And then there's the subject of the entire blog, its raison d’être: Her Hotness herself, Delia Gallagher. How can you write about someone who has not published anything since the beginning of the year - at least, nothing that you have access to? Or someone who has all but disappeared from the collective news consciousness? For the 40 or so who visit the site daily, I'm sorry I cannot offer anything more than my ramblings. It is not easy blogging Delia.

But like Don Quixote before me, I try anyway. What is so seductive about windmills and Vaticanologists watching silent over tired dreamers who refuse to wake up? "Se quien soy y lo que puedo llegar a ser." And so like Don Quixote before me, I make no apologies for chasing windmills and loving my own Dulcinea. When I finally wake up, the world is still going to be the sucky place that it is, but my dreams would have made it a little more bearable.