This is the blog of someone who looks at his own country in disbelief, half threatening to leave but always staying. Who reads about what could be, what IS elsewhere, and wonders why not here. Someone (the only one?) that moved away from the sun belt and to the rust belt because things that have been abandoned often have more value the things most people chase. I have no TV and people ask "what do you do??" as if a time before a box talking at me is inconceivable. Love the water, hate the beach. Too poor to be a foodie, not poor enough for food stamps, and too much self respect to walk into Wal-Mart and make all the things about this country that I loathe worse than they already are. Plenty of ideas swirling in my head about urbanism, politics, love, and life...the remainders of which will be splattered on the blog wall at regular intervals.

In the conventional wisdom, a fox hunt consists of large number of dogs chasing a fox. Not here. The tables have turned and here the dog fears the fox.

It might be political, it might be personal, wherever it takes me I am excited.

This is Fox Eat Dog.