New Beginnings

The question is -- when you start something new, do you get rid of what was there before? Generally, I answer 'yes.' In the instances of say, breaking up with a boyfriend or stopping smoking, I've learned that hatred is a tool you can use to your advantage. Hate something, make it your enemy and it tends to be easier to not be around it, sleep with it, smoke it anymore. But, in this case, the case of starting this blog off in a new direction, I decided to keep these old, sad posts. I could make up a reason for it, like it's necessary for context or it's important to know what the original idea was. But really, I don't want to delete any of my writing and I'm too lazy to move it elsewhere. So that's it. It stays.

What's new is an idea I've been kicking around for a while. It's not fully fleshed out so I will not try to put forth some kind of thesis here, but it has to do with my life and a particular position I think a lot folks my age find themselves in. A lot of it is vitriol for baby boomers. A lot of it is dismay about younger generations. A lot of it will be about being in the middle--the middle of the years of my life, the middle of the wealth spectrum of this country, the middle of what seems like the demise of a country. Probably not in the middle of the political spectrum, but you get the idea.

Also, expect pictures of food, cats, music postings and promotion of artists I admire.

And now, a song I love called Fisherman's Blues and a satellite picture of the BP oil spill.