Moose in the Kitchen

To be honest, I’m not much of a doer. I’m more of a…relaxer. A dangerous tendency when you set your own schedule. I’ve come to the conclusion that the only option for me, aside from Blank-Eyed Cube Drone, is to find something I’m so excited about that I pop out of bed in the morning like a Labrador puppy catching the scent of ribeye in a soaring descent from kitchen counter to kitchen floor. But as a Relaxer Who Relaxes, Especially When She’s Not Really Expected Anywhere Until Thursday, I need to push myself. In some horrifically public way because that’s the only thing that works.

I’ve wanted to do something web-related that wasn’t this here blog for years now. Literally years. I’ve had about 16 different ideas and never implemented any of them. But I’ve had a few thoughts recently, s0 I’ve been pondering options for the last month or so. And guess how far that pondering has gotten me? That’s right. THE PONDERING HAS LEFT ME FOUR DEGREES SOUTH OF NOWHERE.

I recognize and admire the inherent beauty in a project that’s lovingly cultivated before being released into the wild, but I also know myself. And the self I know can make idle preparations while getting essentially nothing done quite happily for decades. Possibly centuries, depending on how good medical technology gets. Therefore, the forcing of my own hand. I’m going to put it up tonight, in whatever form it’s in when I fall face-first into bed. Hopefully momentum will carry my haphazard experiment forward after that. But as I write this, the name is a mystery, the design is way ghetto, the writing is wobbly, and something’s wrong with the way the url works. BUT NO MATTER. UP IT SHALL GO.

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And I’m back. Five hours later. With…

The Love Project

For years, the very word scared the blithering hell out of me. Every time it escaped my mouth, the experience was subject to massive over-analysis and probing that would’ve felt right at home in an alien laboratory. I even felt guilty. Like maybe I’d sullied the grand tradition of love by speaking it out loud. (What?) The complexities of my relationship with the word and the concept led me to want to explore love more deeply, in all its forms: romantic, parental, a girl’s love for her dog, a boy’s love for his red shoes. You can – and maybe even should – love just about anything.

Please feel free to pretend there’s more content and that the web design was done by someone other than Standard Template Number 8. I hope you like it.