Introduction
Welcome to Icarus Falling: kitsune23’s blog. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m kitsune23.
For those who don’t know, “kitsune” is the Japanese word for fox. Foxes are highly revered in Japan and often appear in folklore and mythology, where they are known for their wisdom and magical powers. Most of that info is courtesy of Wikipedia, so it may or may not be correct, but in any case, foxes are cool, so I chose this as my user-name. It’s in Japanese because I am studying Japanese and I think everyone will admit that Japanese stuff is just plain cool. (I’ll probably mention Japan or topics related to Japan pretty often in my blog, but I am not obsessed with anime the way some people are. I do watch some anime, such as Naruto and Miyasaki movies, but I’m more interested in the Land of the Rising Sun for its fascinating culture, as well as practical reasons. Japan has the second largest economy in the world, so learning Japanese and studying its country of origin will definitely have advantages.) However, I digress.
For the three readers (I know, I flatter myself) who held out this long, I’ll go ahead an explain the title. I’m aware that “Icarus Falling” is probably overly dramatic, somewhat depressing, and completely unrelated to the subject of the blog, which is nonexistent. It was chosen on the spur of the moment because I wasn’t really even aware that my blog would need a title and the only other thing I could come up with was “Principia Chaotica” which would have been even more obscure, sinister, bizarre, confusing, and pointless. “Icarus Falling” was appealing because it sounds cool and implies that I don’t have high expectations for this blog, which is certainly true. In addition, “Icarus Rising” would have been even more depressing, from my point of view, because everyone knows he’s going to fall as soon as he’s had his moment in the sun, as it were (I hope one of my roommates never reads this, because I criticize him for overusing the phrase “as it were” all the time and I’ll never hear the end of it if he reads this).
A few last notes for the intro. Despite the semi-depressing title and my roommates’ insistence on calling me “emo” I don’t intend to be depressing or overly emotional in my writing here. I don’t think of myself as a so-called emo, and I resent being referred to as such. (Is it just me, or does that sentence sound emo to you?) As for my bio, there’s really not much you need to know. I’m an undergrad at the Georgia Institute of Technology. I’m a guy, if you couldn’t tell, and like to read. A lot. My parents have also ordered me not to do any recreational reading, for the time being, which is doubtlessly one of the reasons I’m writing this at all. Any way, I hope someone sticks around to read my blog. Hopefully someone will find it interesting.
Oh, and I nearly forgot. Please be forgiving of my grammar. It’s good but not great, and I especially have problems with parenthesis.
