There is something I find exhilarating about a blog, because unlike the guardrails that keep one contained when writing a news article or op-ed for a publication, here there are very little editorial standards, if any at all.
Murray’s Bagel Shop began as a reference to a nickname I earned in my early childhood by my mother. The name was used to make light fun out of my tendency towards abject cynicism, this grumpy old man inside of me (inside all of us, really) who would prefer nothing more than to simply sip on his coffee and be left alone.
The bagel shop, or coffee-shop, is a setting many of us often find ourselves in. It is where there is usually at least one Murray, sitting there quietly with a cup filled with that black, caffeinated elixir of life that the underpaid college barista begrudgingly poured him. It is here where, unlike most places, he is able to simply be present and think, to exist as he is, to be content with himself in that moment, and perhaps that moment only.
The more I think about this, the more I realize that Murray may be an archetype, a way of describing a certain person with a particular set of afflictions. Maybe I’m that guy. Or maybe I’m not.
This is also a novel idea I’ve had for a while, though I’m not quite sure how to write it or what it would look like. Perhaps I’ll write it one day, and who knows, it might be worth something in a century or two!
But anyway, my name’s Luke. This blog is sort of about that, but also about whatever I want it to be. I write about politics, philosophy, and everything in between (or at least I try to). It is here where I will often post ramblings and fragments. Most of them (hopefully) will make sense, others very well may not. But hey, that’s the fun of it.
