2001: A Time and Space Odyssey

In case you've been wondering why I'm not blogging, I actually am, I'm just doing it in 2001. It's the kind of thing that can happen following a lunch with Maria Bustillos. One moment you're enjoying your mole and frothing with delight over your mutual love for Dynasty, and the next you're left surrounded by a veritable plethora of your old online ramblings. I wasn't sure what to do with them all until they revealed themselves to be intricate pieces of a higher Universally directed puzzle. It seems only by not dismissing and forgetting the past will I be able to unlock the future. The writings I am currently unearthing, with all the care of Louis Leakey and some hand sanitizer, are from the summer and fall of 2001, taken from the wreckage of the East Coast/West Coast award-winning blog I'd shared with long time best pal Choire Sicha - who also seems to be in the midst of a time warp of his own.

I will say this, the archaeological discovery, these long lost fossils and arrowheads of verbiage are already revealing that I used to write, I used to write without being guarded, I used to write without being guarded as if nothing mattered but self expression - and while a modicum of self-restraint is indeed one of today's more valued virtues, beyond the dust and pebbles I believe I just might have found my voice, immaculately preserved on a HAL 9000.