Why Mysticified?

I've been thinking for a while that I needed an outlet for writing about whatever's on my mind.

Well, here it is.

Unfortunately, refusing to limit myself to a particular topic minimizes the utility of the blog to the rest of the world.  Hopefully over time I will hone my message in such a way that the bits these posts occupy in some random Google datacenter in Ohio will be slightly more worthwhile.  Given that I'm missing a useful purpose in writing the blog at the moment, some derivative of "mystified" seems to be an appropriate name.

Why Mysticified, you might ask?  That answer has two parts:

1. I live in Arlington, Massachusetts, not to be confused with the large neighbor of Washington, DC, or the location of Cowboys Stadium.  The Mystic River--yes, to be confused with the movie starring Sean Penn--forms the border between Arlington and the neighboring town of Medford (and Winchester, for those of you who are geographically obsessed like myself).

2. I recently attended a wedding at The Towers in Narragansett, RI.

One of the songs played at the wedding was "Into the Mystic" off of Van Morrison's Moondance album, and it's sort of been stuck in my head ever since.

So, we find ourselves Mysticified.  Let's see where we go next.