This morning I cut my nose shaving.

And so I decided to start a blog.

Is my experience unique? Then I owe it to humanity to record it. Wouldn't it be a pity to lose my unique experience of the world because I was too lazy or ashamed to share it?

Maybe my experience is not unique, perhaps it is even commonplace, then sharing it may bring us all closer together. Or comfort the afflicted, or reassure the merely klutzy.

Either way my main motivation is to tell the world that this morning I cut my nose while shaving.

I’m not a morning person, but this was a less auspicious start than usual.

Maybe I am a little too flamboyant on the upstroke when shaving. A little too Leonard Bernsteinesque. Maybe I fell asleep in the shower (I shave in the shower). I know it’s tricky working without a mirror. But I think I have a pretty good sense of where my nose is located. Even with my eyes closed I think I could point to it right now. I know my nose isn’t small either. But really can there be a loving god in a universe where I can cut my nose while shaving.

I mean I cut it pretty good too. Not just the underside, or on the septum, but all the way out on the tip. It was bleeding and wouldn’t stop. I had to use a band-aid, so I rummaged around in the drawer beside the sink, and all I could find was a Powerpuff Girls Band-Aid. No I don’t have kids. I like the Powerpuffs, OK. But I never really expected to have to wear Bubbles (the “scardiest” Powerpuff) on the end of my nose while at work in the library!

At least my quirks are well enough known to my coworkers that wearing a Powerpuff Girls Band-Aid on the end of my nose didn’t really require anyone to revise their opinion of me.

Actually there is more to my life than shaving mishaps, but I don’t want to burden anyone on the first day.

Perhaps tomorrow we’ll look at the curriculum vitae, pass out the syllabus, and go over the required reading.