New times, new start, two years later. I think I'd like to segregate my soul searching/puking/reflecting in wonderment/frustration/inspiration at the world and current circumstances to one part of the blogosphere, and put something a little more "public" here. I think that might come a little more naturally now.
I've said it before, and I will again: I feel writing can be a certain kind of basic mental exercise where I endeavor to talk about things I might talk to no one about, and life seems to have a little more presence simply by being described.
Correlating a writer's "voice" with their age and a certain vocabulary, perspective,and tone has always been something I admit to being a little preoccupied with, especially since I went online at what I consider a young age.
Tavi Gevinson is awesome, and for the record, totally believable, and confounding. I was certainly no Tavi, nor does she remind me of "myself at that age" like she apparently does to many. But, Tavi rocks.
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The Reflections and Adventures of Mme. Peek, armchair curmudgeon and appreciator of pretty things.
