One lady's trash.

See, I know when I write bland blog entries. Like the one I wrote yesterday. I'm not proud of them. I begin writing thinking that something unbelievably profound or personal will pop out, and yet, all I read is the hum of the mundane.

Now, this is not to say that the mundane should be underestimated... in fact, the mundane is what drives many wheels, and pushes many buttons.

What if the mundane is the socio-cultural equivalent of the primordial soup?

[This is v0.2 of my 'mundane' thoughts.]