Society of the traveling Pat

I'm still unsure what approach I'll take to documenting my travels into and throughout Central America and anywhere else impulse carries me before I'm broke, kidnapped (and then broke and/or dead), imprisoned (preferably not in Venezuela or El Salvador), ravaged by parasites or infected by deadly illnesses I decided not to immunize against. Maybe I'll maintain this blog, which I fear is so public that I might end up censoring myself, or maybe I'll build an email list of parties interested in my travels, whereby I can be full-on obscene and offensive.

Time for a break:

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PBA's impertinent snippet-o'-convo interruption:

I stood with my hands in my pockets, "Yeah, growing up I had a some confidence issues in sports. My dad suggested I see a sports psychologist, which might have helped me."

Mina scrunched her face as if unexpectedly inundated by a horrific wafting stench, "You thought you were so good you needed a psychologist to tell you that you weren't that awesome?"

I cocked my head, faltering for words.

"Cocky," she said raising her eyebrows, turning her attention back to her nails.

She glanced up as my heavy laughter bludgeoned the silence. "I wish that'd been the problem!" I stammered between fits.

Seeing it written, it was definitely funnier to be there...

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Back to business:

Blogging has the potential for more visibility, but, realistically, I'm looking at readership that's 99% friends and family unless I'm really lucky, so maybe email should be the preferred communicative medium. Readers: opinions? Preferences?