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- The pseudonym was both revealing and also would have labeled me.
- I didn’t feel like having two separate identities, because maintaining this blog is hard enough.
Don’t get me wrong, please. If you blog and don’t use your real name, it doesn’t bother me. Some people have very sound reasons for doing this. However, the secret identity thing just didn’t sit to well with me. You see, this is personal blog. I’m not Spider-Man, Superman, or even a pubic member of the Fantastic Four. There might be some so-called mussar and a dvar Torah thrown in once in a while, but at the end of the day, it’s a personal blog and nothing more. That being written, there are things in my life that I don’t write about and really don’t feel like sharing even if it’s in the form of a pseudonym, which is why I decided not to get past an “about me” for that other blog. If you find the blog out there and the initial entry then great.
This isn’t isn’t my actual name, it’s fake. I wasn’t born into an observant family and read a lot of the Raymond Carver, Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Ayn Rand, Jack Kerouac, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in high school. I became frum in high school before CDs were sold in record stores and then, ten years afterwards, before getting married, I discovered something about myself that gave me food for thought about my own Torah observance and Knesses Yisrael. So, without adding any more details, let’s just say that life goes on. Back in public high school my hair was often streaked with peroxide and different lengths and shapes (thanks to Aqua Net). By eventually I chopped it off so that I could look more clean cut for my interview at Yeshiva University (the things we do for Torah). Back then, I spent my free time listening to hardcore punk and college radio. Today, I have very little hair and when I do catch myself listening to Husker Du or Bad Religion on my iTouch my kids roll their eyes and call the music “complete chaos and a ruckus”. They are somewhat correct, having been raised on Uncle Moishy, Piamenta, and YBC. In the end, I am zoche to have a wife and children to love me and rock. My children, fight a genetic dislike for cleaning their rooms and display a strength of self and independence that sets them apart from many of their peers. There is nothing more hardcore than going against the grain and doing what Hashem wants each of us to do.
By the way, what is written above it a total rephrasing of what’s on the blog, so don’t bother googling any of the phrases or sentences.