Origine del Commento, or How This Got Started

Frankly, I don't remember why I named this blog the way I did. I recall that there was a linear, somewhat logical thought process that began with thinking about the organization of blog sites and somehow ended with me on Yahoo! Babel Fish, translating hip phrases into Italian. At this point, though, I've more or less lost everything in between. I think choosing a foreign language stemmed from the availability (or lack thereof) of domain names, but why I chose I language that I don't even speak is a mystery to me. But the interface of this host site prevents me from changing my mind. Or, perhaps more accurately, I don't care enough to figure out how. So, for whatever reason, ciò è il mio commento su vita.

The phrase commento su vita, as near as I can tell, means "commentary on life," which is all I intend to accomplish here. Shortly after I was married, I had a thought. Two of them actually, so I told my new bride that I had second thoughts, which did not go over well. (I kid, of course.) Seriously, though, as we drove around St. Louis on our honeymoon, I thought about the life we were embarking together, and I realized, "This is the best time of my life! I don't want to miss a minute of this!" I resolved then to live in the present, enjoying the good times as well as the bad. I decided to actually relish my everyday life.

Of course, on your honeymoon "everyday life" involves staying in a nice hotel and doing whatever you feel like at the time. Once we got home, I had to go back to school, Jill had to go back to work, and all of a sudden we had outside obligations and responsibilities. I had to write a long, loathsome paper in order to graduate; Jill had to deal with office-related frustrations. But life was still cool and worth living. Now, a year later, I've finished school, and we're going through the long, loathsome process of buying a house; Jill is still dealing with office-related frustrations. But life is still cool and worth living.

Well, a life worth living is a life worth commenting on. Or maybe I feel like if I comment on life (mine and others'), I will bring people more fully into my life, making it more worthwhile. Or maybe the other blogs I read haven't updated in awhile, so I thought I may as well write my own. Whatever the reason, this is life, and these are my comments.



An example of a minute I did not want to miss.