So the problem, to my mind, with any kind of journal keeping is that essentially, at the end of the day, I never feel like I have much more to say than: "April 5, 2006. Went to work. Sunny. Kids insane," which is as boring to me as it is to anyone unfortunate enough to read it. However, my fine friends from a long ago graduate program have all begun to keep blogs, and though our lives are all (thank god) far less dramatic than they were when we were all crammed together trying to think and feel as if from one group mind, I find that I enjoy reading them--sometimes more than I enjoy actually talking to those people. And so, here I am typing these less-than-scintillating words for anyone who might be bored at work or whatever.
In addition, during that same long ago time, I fancied myself a writer. And though I have given that up in favor of teaching, marriage, home improvement, American Idol obsession and an abiding fondness for a certain downtown bar, it would be nice to feel that words continued to come out of me on a semi-regular basis. I'll give it my best shot anyway.