Hola. Bonjour. Hey. I’m new to this blog deal, feel as though I’m writing to a vast critical gaze of sorts — invisible, penetrating, omniscient. This blog, as all blogs are, is really for me and not some concrete recipient (or some abstract unknown tourist). What has the world come to when flesh-to-face intimacy succumbs to the temptations of digital anonymity? When chatting with the gals gives way to chatting with a user-name or, even more bizarre, myself on my blog?