In his autobiography, Malcolm X explained the "X": "The Muslim's 'X' symbolized the true African family name that he never could know. For me, my 'X' replaced the white slavemaster name of 'Little' which some blue-eyed devil named Little had imposed upon my paternal forebears."
That's what I meant by appropriate, and it should carry extra appropriate-sauce for those who know my last name.
I come from a very different background and view things with a perspective that is alien to most people you'll run across. I'm also blessed with the ability to turn a phrase effectively; a skill that's been honed over the years in ways that have left me with a reading and writing ability that has, in the past, rivaled tenured professors of the language, though I'm a lowly techie by day. The word is my weapon of choice, the page -- printed, digital -- my battlefield. I choose carefully, I use cautiously, and I read willfully.
Oh yes Dolores, I's edumacated.
There's no need for me to wax philosophique about my background and motivations, et al. All of that will become clear as our "canon" here evolves, but suffice it to say my interests are varied and my attention fleeting though there are subjects I will SQUIRREL and (more often than not) draw my ire: politics, technology, race ... and the weather.
On the political front, there's a lot of moaning going on about the defeat of Saint Adrian of Fenty among a certain cohort of Washingtonians that needs to be read from a different perspective. Happy to oblige. Race front? The dog. Think I'll whip something up about that as well. Who knows, maybe we'll get a nice hurricane through here before the season is over too.
This should be interesting.