Ok, ok, I relent.
After years of being asked when, exactly, I was going to get around to setting up a blog, I'm finally giving in to the pack mentality. Apparently, if you're a writer on Capitol Hill, maintaining a completely self-indulgent web presence is required by statute.
Tyler Cowen's passing reference (right in the midst of an AEI presentation on "The Future of Culture in a Globalized World") to having thrown a "bloggers party" the other night was just about the last straw. It's bad enough that I only know about two other locals since moving to the belly of the statist beast. Since one is Julian Sanchez and the other is Alex Tabarrok , then I can't well let future social opportunities like this pass me by.
Incidentally, the protocols for meeting new friends grow more baffling to me the older I get. Approaching a woman -- though fraught with anxiety and the potential for rejection -- is at least a relatively straightforward process. Both parties immediately recognize the nature of the encounter, and whether welcome or unwelcome, one's advances will almost certainly be greeted with, at the very least, understanding.
Contrast that with approaching a man, or group of men, in an adult version of "do you want to play with me?" Occassionally, one can get lucky with the right group of guys, and find nothing but high-fives and enthusiastic chest-bumping. But it seems you're just as likely to be greeted by bewilderment, or even outright hostility. It's just all so very Frans de Waal.
Anyway, I can't yet be sure whether the "business, regulation, economics, philosophy, politics, culture and the law" tag up top won't ultimately prove to be false advertising. Yes, those are all topics that interest me greatly, but it's not at all unlikely that I won't just end up using this space mostly as a soapbox to expound upon the finer points of bootyology...and to bitch about the Mets.