Living My Life Live

Welcome to the blog of Leon Tchaikovsky, a noted humor writer and ghost writer, which means, when you die, expect to find lots of very funny people in the afterlife. Noted, because like his distant relative, notes are a part of his life. Only these are written.
This will be a humorous blog with no set structure. There may or may not be discussions regarding sex, lesbians, Britney Spears, Bush, Kerry, economic writings of Herbert Simon, and other words that will appear in google searches that will bring readers to this site.

For people disappointed that this is not a blog regarding Peter (or Piotr) Tchaikovsky (or Smith), let me share some interesting family secrets regarding my third cousin twice removed (once involuntarily): He began his career as a bureaucrat and he had a habit of eating paper. When he wrote his first government report, he became so nervous he ate his report. While family feared he could not earn a living in music, it was quickly decided that Piotr (or Petey baby) may have a better chance at that than in the public sector, and the rest is history.

The other question people ask are: was Petey gay? The answer is: who knows, and who cares? What difference does it make? He was married but had no children, but what does that really mean? It has since been noted that historical references to his being gay emerge from a critical biography written after his death (I believe it was written by Kitty Kelly) and every historian since has quoted from that source. Very few writings by Petey remain, so most speculation about his life is that: speculation. So, instead of worrying about events that happened in the 19th century that have no meaning to your life (unless, perhaps you are writing your dissertation on the lifestyles of 19th century composers), just sit back and enjoy his music. Unless, of course, you hate his music, in which case, find something else to do.