No man is an island – John Donne

Most would have you believe that I created this page to compulsively channel my oversized lagomorph, Alastair, whose spirit I admire and aspire to emulate–if only I had one iota of his chutzpah.

Others will assume that I created this page to chronicle my forthcoming foray into the mystical matchmaking metropolis known as Lisdoonvarna, a coastal village on the left side of Ireland (population 822, according to the 2002 census–exceeding that figure by 40,000 every September).

I might have you believe that the cause of this came from a coveted peach pie–a mystical experience that catapulted me out of long-term lethargy, forcing me to advertise the incident as it played out two Sundays ago, hence, my “blog”.

All are true, but mainly the latter. The common denominator of all three, I believe, boils down to cause and effect.