I sigh with relief to see that no wandering soul has stumbled across the rantings of the precious post. I trust that before anyone ever does, it will have become ancient history and so will this new entry. Nevertheless, I will try to set things straight. The goals this blog has set itself are both lofty and conceited but for the time being I prefer to leave them as such until I manage to get a sharper prospective of the direction in which it is headed. However, as mentioned, or better, proclaimed in the previous post, amongst the various manifestations of culture, I’ll favor those which still are in their early stages. This doesn't exclude more established forms of expression and communication but I secretly hope that this will eventually be dedicated only to their early stages of development. The reason for this is that I find something provocatively sensual and trasnsgressive about the process of generation and regeneration of meanings - those exquisite orgies which produce the bastard forms we have come to love. These, in turn, will then seduce and rape other forms and meanings in the X-rated saga of sex and violence which has shaped the history of culture. In other words, it will be the hybrid and bastard forms of human creation which will be featured in the hopes of seeing them through to their legitimization. However, I don’t think we’ll be able to keep up the erotic edge of this entry but I do hope to follow this course with the eagerness of a pubescent teen who has just uncovered his father’s secret stash of porno magazines.

This post is a hopeless attempt to atone for my inpardonable lazyness.
I must shamefully confess this blog was conceived as a journal no less than 2 years ago. Along the way, the concepts and ideas have turned stale or have fermented leaving me to wonder if they ever made sense. I think they did at the time and some might still, but the intoxicating fumes of their decay seem to have disorientated me to the extent that I am no longer quite aware of where we, that is to say the aforesaid decomposed assumptions and I, stand.
Initaially I had the grandest intentions of recording the deconstruction of my preconceived ideas regarding China when I first arrived 2 years ago. Subsequently, this was meant to be an in-depth analysis of various pop matters. However, the most ambitious was probably the desire to monitor the various phases of a film project on the manipulation and co-option of alternative culture. Oddly enough, the recent abandonment of the project might the reason I’ve finally brought myself to begin writing. One may find it easy to say that from its ashes, lilies will grow… but that would be wishful thinking.
As of now, I cannot say for certain what will come out of these rambling. Yet, I can safely say the leitmotif will be my interest in the process of generation, contamination and fabrication of culture. I admit this self-inflicted compulsion to merge with the sea of egocentric and conceited bloggers may just be an elaborate excuse for indulging my appetite for pop-culture - if so, please humor me. As I feared this seems to be turning into an exercise self-commiseration and digression. Though plenty of both is yet to come, what lies ahead is hopefully a dive into the unpredictable and perilous sea of culture where meanings materialize, collide, merge, separate, fornicate, die and resurrect. Now, having confounded you to exasperation, I retire, leaving you enough time to browse other equally useless blogs or to enrich your own while I congratulate myself for this recent debut of mine before going back to racking my brains in search for my purpose in pop-society.