The debut.

Welcome, Web traveler, to theMaykazine,

Consider this WordPress an indefinite holding cell until the actual time comes to launch the long-awaited tM domain. I’ve been itching to write regularly for over a year, holding off solely so that tM could get a more monumental debut: “Mayka returns to blogging!” Turns out I couldn’t hold out for much longer than a year, though. A number of factors have contributed to today’s seemingly arbitrary declaration of recommitting to blogging.

First of all, I’m going on vacation this week. I’m flying out to New York, where I hope to be overwhelmed with sensory overload. I go on vacations to get away from everyday scenery, and my eyes have been aching for something totally out of the ordinary to severely offend or inspire me.

Second, I’m unemployed. My last day of work was about 2.5 weeks ago, and though I have my melancholy moments of feeling like I’m floating through space, all this free time gives me more things to notice, and thus more things to share with the rest of the world.

Lastly, Schwertlilie has been working on the design of tM for just over a year now, and though she’s learning great things that take time to learn and even more time to apply to in the creation of a new site, my inner child can’t help but be impatient.

So that all brings us here, with me in my apartment taking a break from simultaneously Websurfing, resume-polishing, and Photoshopping, to finally saying writing posting that I can’t wait anymore. It’s not that I think there is a public that misses me. It’s that there are YouTube videos to be seen and blogs to be read that I can no longer handle sharing via the one-off e-mails and IMs I’ve been sending out lately. It’s easier to broadcast, and when you’re born with a healthy dose of narcissism, it’s actually more fun.

I don’t intend for this thing to be a proprietary vehicle. I have no delusions about gaining Julia Allison notoriety, beating Engadget to the punch, or being perceived as a credible expert on anything. If you’re here now, you’re probably just a part of my existing social circle. If you’re here and you don’t know how to pronounce my name, there is no fancy description for the non-phenomenon of landing on a person’s blog. If you find yourself coming back here, you’re probably just interested in the passive voyeuristic opportunities provided by “the blogosphere.” Whatever your path, if you like to read about 20-something ABC girls who like dancing, writing, surfing the Net, hyphy music, and Puma sneakers, I look forward to your browser hits.

Have a happy Monday, and I promise (to myself, basically) that I won’t bore you with writing like this in the future. I hate to end with a Kanye West song, because by no means do I think he shits gold, but I’m just feelin’ the title of the song right now (I hate the song, itself.). So please excuse the cheese, but I just have to do this: Welcome to the Good Life.

More ass than the models,
~M.