The rANT FARM... is, for want of a better way of putting it.

Sometimes it may be political commentary, humor, me whinging about something, or the like. But more often than not it's just what you've been promised by the title: a rant.

Why? Well, the short-term "truth" is that sometimes I just need to go on a written exploration of the world in which I live, work and go to the bathroom. It's what the French Situationists would have called a derivé, except that my butt's still in the chair as I take the long walk around town to discover the true face of the city.

And once I'm done, I'd want to share the fruits of my labor. But it's more often than not that these explorations are either too long, too weird or too personal to get stuck up on my other writing venues. So I'm going to post them here, where you can take them for what they are.

There may be more to that. Maybe I'm still stuck in the "booger and scab" story part of my life and I need to shock the masses, eat the rich and invite the unwitting to pull my finger.

And in the beginning this was going to mirror my work on my other writing venues, either publishing what they wouldn't or else publishing the "better" works alongside them, for posterity's sake.

I don't know. I guess this site might be a little bit of everything, once I'm though with it.

But then there's you. And for you, I find I can't promise a damned thing. This stuff's here if you want it and not here at all if you don't. Maybe it'll be updated once a week, or once a month, or not at all.

Maybe it'll be here tomorrow, maybe it won't. Maybe you'll be here tomorrow, maybe you won't.

But maybe you will. If so, I hope you have an interesting trip around my city.

And please be sure to use the spraycans provided below to let me know what you thought.

- J. Edward Tremlett, 12/10/2003

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