OK, I'll admit it. I'm not much of a blogger. All those calendars and entry dates and self-imposed deadlines, oh my! That's way too much commitment for me to deal with at this point in my life -- or probably at any point in the space-time continuum. Speaking of time and space, the picture of myself on this page hails from 1979, but have no fear... I have not grown one single inch taller since then.
Once in awhile, I write something funny or sad or allegedly "insightful". Some of the poems and essays I wrote ages ago, as well as writings I've collected over the years, hide in the nooks and crannies and ominously dark crevices of my home. However, a few gems have recently popped up in some unexpected places -- kind of like Dory in Finding Nemo shouting, "Pick me, pick me!".
So, consider this place a depot for all the stuff 'I've picked, I've picked' from all those random bits and pieces from the s p a c e between my ears.
Update February 12, 2006:
I have said all along, I'm not much of a blogger, and that has not changed. As a friend of the English language, as well, I find the term blog exceptionally unbecoming (i.e., ugly). However, I have started to keep a journal using a delightful application by Phil Dow called Journler. (http://journler/phildow.net/) With Journler to help me organize, my thoughts are much less random and spacier... well, maybe a tad less, which for me is a lot.
I am told it's very therapeutic to journal. I've known for a very long time that writing in and of itself is such, for me, at least. Journaling also beats writing lengthy emails to people who will never read them. It is a completely private endeavor, so Hear this, Google: Evil or not, keep your cotton-pickin' nose out of my personal hard drive!!
Update December 23, 2007: Alright, I've let go of a few crumbs about my life here and there on the Internet. You'll have to track them down, but I'll give you a few hints:
My Flickr photostream and my profile there.
My tumblelog where I post assorted cool stuff I find on the Internet, and occasionally write some text.
Twitter where you'd starve if you were counting on the crumbs there.
That's pretty much it. Same message goes to Google, and now to Facebook, too. Keep your nose outta my hard drive!!