Saturday, June 21, 2008

The launch of "Earth to Mark"

Hey you!

So it's a blog. Let's see if you keep up with it. Let's see if I keep up with it. If an important basketball game isn't on my schedule, chances are I have no reason to cut my nails. You'd notice by my nails now, that I haven't played ball since May 17, when my team Moose lost the league championship by 13 after leading by 5 with less than a minute. That's not a good example though is it. After all, you can't see my fingernails in photos, and that's frankly all you have to go by as long as Earth to Mark has a reason to exist. Let's try my hair as a metaphor. Now that is something you'll sometimes notice I let go...

I've been my own barber ever since I departed to Barcelona in 2002. I had it done professionally once since that year. It was in France, where I asked the stylist to cut me up like Riquelme, the Argentine footballeur who starred with FC Barcelona while I was there in '02-'03. He must not like the taste of Quilmes as the cut didn't turn out anything like Riquelme would have wanted. I've continued through today to be my own barber for better or worse. It all started in Barcelona..........

Now, I can't say this will be the inner workings of the Mark Wehling mind, as those are for my mind only after all, but I can say that this will be the best way for me to answer you when you call out, "Earth to Mark". (
read: "Mark, Are you out there? I miss you"... or "Mark, where the hell are you? ...are you ever going to respond to my email? I've been waitin' to hear from you since friggin 2001")

People wondered where to set their coffee when their forearms tired. The coffee table was their answer.

People often wondered where in the world Mark was
. Earth to Mark answered:
http://earthtomark.blogspot.com.

Be sure to stay tuned in. It's the only place you'll read about travel, world football, a DC basketball league, hair and fingernails all in two quick paragraphs. No, actually, I'm done writing about fingernails.

Eat it. Sleep it. Drink it. But don't just drink it. Slurp it. Slurp it with vigueur like a six year old beside the Pottawatomie Park pool.