For Sale: A Blog...Never Read.

The blog assignment that was assigned for this week's class was to write a novel about yourself using only seven words. This assignment was inspired by Ernest Hemingway's very famous six word novel:

"For sale: baby shoes, never used."

Now why our gracious leader and friend we call professor decided to have us write seven words instead of six is beyond me. I'm starting to believe that I must have written down the assignment incorrectly. Yet, since my notebook says: "blog: me in 7 words," and that is the only thing I have to go by, seven words it is. How could I possibly boil myself down into seven words? I have been living on this rock of an planet for almost 21 years and my feelings, emotions, actions, and values would be enough to fill an entire volume (a volume that will one day be written for your information, my faithful readers). Seven words?! Come on, teach, how in the world can I do that? I've been sitting here at this computer for only ten minutes or so, and I've already written a whole bunch of words. This seven word assignment has plagued me for the better part of a week now. Nothing interesting came to my mind for way too long.

I was sitting in my broadcast journalism class today, waiting for the professor to start the class, looking through my little planner considering my upcoming assignments (which may or may not have included this blog you are reading). At first I started to get a little freaked out. When the hell am I going to have time to do all this stuff> I have five very rigorous classes, while working 12 hours a week at WAMC and almost 20 a week at DP Dough, delivering calzones to the hungry of UAlbany. It was at this moment when I knew what my seven word novel would be. I can go on describing to you exactly what I mean by it, but like Hemingway, I'm going to let the words speak for themselves:


"Just tell me when, and it's done."

-David Scott Caliguiri