Mi Perfil

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again, like morning.

[Pablo Neruda;

Emerging from the depths of internet waterspace surges another mini-blog, squirming electrically into the school of user-generated meta-material. What is it and what does it do? The mini-blog skips erratically-- it pauses to peruse, causes new pursuit, plauses two routes, yet flaws make it fluke. Mini-blog is the naked you. Write! Be free, let loose! The

     Not only is today Brigid (or Groundhog Day), midpoint between winter and spring, it is also my nine year anniversary of working at my job...feels like 20. 

I know I should be more thankful for working in this time of economic free fall, and I am, but I've never had a vacation outside of holidays during my entire tenure, and I think it's driving me to