I swore I wasn’t going to start one of these bloggy things.

But earlier this evening, on the University campus, as I pawed through trash cans in search of used Starbucks cups, a campus cop wanted to know what I was up to.

I explained. “There’s a sculpture I want to make, and I need empty Starbucks cups to do it.”

“Why not just go to Starbucks and ask if you can buy some cups?” he asked. “I’m sure they’d sell them to you.”

“But I can’t do that!” I told him. “It’s against the rules I’ve set for this particular project. The cups have to be used once, then tossed. Buying new ones would go against the core premise behind this piece.”

I have no words to convey the expression on his face at that.

“Look,” I said. “I know I’m a weirdo, and what I’m doing makes absolutely no sense to normal people. But I’m a harmless weirdo.”

And then he laughed. “Yeah, I guess you are,” he replied. He wished me luck with my sculpture, and that was that.

One sign that you spend far too much time online is when you utter a phrase in casual conversation, only to walk away thinking that it would make a cool domain name. You trudge up the hill with your drippy bag full of discarded coffee cups, and wonder if that domain’s taken already. When you get home, you look it up, and–much to your surprise–it’s not. So you register it, just because you can, and then decide you might as well do something with it.

Thus, here I am.