tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166188672011-07-07T18:12:11.854-07:00The Reflections and Adventures of Mme. Peek, armchair curmudgeon and appreciator of pretty things.UmbrellaDownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934620262862276188noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16618867.post-58183725848129490892010-05-22T19:48:00.000-07:002010-05-22T20:06:10.141-07:00New 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16618867-5818372584812949089?l=twocentsandeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>UmbrellaDownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00934620262862276188noreply@blogger.com0