Welcome, bitches.

My name is Nirav and this is my blog. There are those of you who have been awaiting its arrival with bated breath; to you, I can only apologize and hope that it meets your expectations. If you know me those expectations are surely high, as I am a reliable source of wit and witticisms, and also of redundancy.

The delay in the arrival of my blog rests on basic ontological questions: what will it be, and more importantly, what will it be for? I considered devoting an entire site to feces, and calling it the great, floating web log (get it?), or uploading my novel in installments (bad idea, after all), but decided instead on something a little more improvisational.

The site will not be journalistic, because I'm always the last to know about stuff. Like yesterday when my monthly metrocard ran out and I continued trying to swipe it, while four people literally humped forward behind me in the narrow subway till, hoping against physics to catch the already passed 6 train. As my fifth grade science teacher would say, there was a lot of effort in that humping, but not a lot of work.

Here are some things about me: I am taking a year off from law school to write a novel (if you have a title that you always thought would be cool for a book, I would love to steal it from you), I am working at Starbucks and Kaplan, so I am a model corporate citizen, I have a little lady named Elaine, and I like cottage cheese (literally, not figuratively).

Things I will talk about: politics; literature; people I know that you should know; people I know that you should avoid at all costs; Gujarat; New England sports; and cottage cheese (both literally and figuratively).

That is all for now.