{"id":3,"date":"2006-09-12T21:32:33","date_gmt":"2006-09-13T01:32:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/stung\/2006\/09\/12\/hello-world-072406\/"},"modified":"2006-09-22T09:28:10","modified_gmt":"2006-09-22T13:28:10","slug":"hello-world-072406","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/2006\/09\/12\/hello-world-072406\/","title":{"rendered":"Hello World! 07.24.06"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What to say, what to say\u2026. Fuck that, I have tons to say.<\/p>\n<p>In the past few months, I&#8217;ve written a thesis, fallen in love, graduated from college, and traveled through South America. I feel an immense amount of promise and anticipation welling up \u2013 the kind of excitement you get when you&#8217;re reaching out for two scoops of your favorite ice cream on a hot summer day. It burns.<\/p>\n<p>And yet, I&#8217;ve felt terrified of writing. That damn little &#8220;publish&#8221; button at the corner of this &#8220;write post&#8221; box has intimidated me for months now. I&#8217;d rehearse what I&#8217;d write, as if going to confront the big boss. The word &#8220;intend&#8221; sprinkled my imaginary discourse, as in &#8220;with this blog, I intend to chronicle bloogity bloo.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve come to a point now where I just don&#8217;t care anymore. This is neither a chronicle nor a commentary. The only thread that connects these random stories, essays, scraps, and observations is that I&#8217;ve mused upon their existence, in the process exploring my own. Each week, writing will be posted that is open to all comments and criticism, no matter whether on content or style.<\/p>\n<p>I have no idea where this will take me, but I do hope to become a better, more confident writer. For now, suffice it to say that in two seconds, I&#8217;ll hit that &#8220;publish&#8221; button, and it&#8217;ll feel damn good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What to say, what to say\u2026. Fuck that, I have tons to say. In the past few months, I&#8217;ve written a thesis, fallen in love, graduated from college, and traveled through South America. I feel an immense amount of promise and anticipation welling up \u2013 the kind of excitement you get when you&#8217;re reaching out<a class=\"moretag\" href=\"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/2006\/09\/12\/hello-world-072406\/\">View Full Page&#8230;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":480,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/480"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/stung\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}