Phase II

Phase II might never end. And it might never have started. It can be very difficult to tell sometimes, but I know this much: after moving into the place, I needed to take a little time setting up shop and making this truly my home. I've done a good job of it, and Bryant Avenue espouses all that I love about Minneapolis, because it's close to the geographical fixtures that make the city what it is, and because it's the street that, when I turn onto it, feels like coming down the street on which I grew up, except that I'm having this peculiarly prescient awareness of a feeling of home that technically doesn't exist yet. I've only been at this address for a couple of months, so it can't be that familiar yet.

At any rate, Phase II was the cleansing phase. It was settling into my life without anyone else there to define it. It was hibernation. It was bliss. That's really all I need to say about that. And that actually allows me a pretty good point to take this story wherever I feel like taking it, and I suppose accordingly, the only logical place to take it is onward, so off we go.

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We're just going to ignore the fact that I haven't put any new paint on this canvas for an unreasonably long time. I'm busy, and that's pretty much always a given, but how long does it really take to stop for a moment and gather one's sanity? Not so long that it should be omitted from the routine. Then again, by the same logic, we'd all be eating and sleeping regularly, too, but I most certainly don't do that either. At any rate, I get this odd feeling that I've already said this here, but I choose to make my New Year's resolutions at peculiar times of the year, like for example, the end of May. And right now I resolve to use this space for something a little more constructive than I have in the past. This means two things: one, more frequent posting. If I can, I might renege on that one. But two, I need to use this as more than means for ruminating my thoughts on being lonely or sad or I guess anything else that Chris Carrabba would write about. My life isn't perfect, as nobody's is, but I really can't complain either.

To usher in the new era, it's time for a new post-naming convention. I have a plugin on my browser called Firesomething that changes the word "Firefox" on the title bar of the application window to something else, randomly compounding two unrelated words.