Bloggy blog blogosphere.
I’ve been trained in brevity by Twitter and messageboarding. The last time I had a blog, it was full of garbage about getting dressed up for the Pill. I deleted it. Lucky for you, I’m older and more provincial now.
Let’s see. I feel fortunate to have found myself working on a profoundly engaging race that captures my imagination and keeps me awake at night. That is the best kind of work.
As of today, I’ve lost fifty pounds since the start of my drive to look a bit less Stay-Puft. It’s put a crimp on my culinary endeavors – I didn’t renew my Cook’s Illustrated subscription, for example – but I have begun recording recipes again since the farmshare calls for resourcefulness. Sizewise in visual terms, that’s about the size of this fresh catch:
bigfish
I’d be kind of curious to see the blog of the young Lindsay I never got to meet, if only maybe for a few hearty chuckles.
I actually used to have a blog of my own back in 1998, before they were called blogs. Back then it was just referred to as “internerds that like to write about themselves,” although I tended to avoid personal topics and focused more on the absurd humor of daily events. None of it is online anymore but I believe all the html text files (hand coded old school style) are still on my computer somewhere.