Just as it used to be

Since I'll probably be the only one to have the interest to go back and read this surprisingly intimidating first post for any sort of nostalgic purpose, I'll cut to the chase.

Long sentences, short attention spans and colorful music will make for nothing but the breeziest of exchanges with these, my many blank pages.

This collection of writing is codenamed "Operation Breezy" for many different reasons. But it's mostly because I'm listening to a turbo jazzy, urban-retrofitted version of the Mission Impossible theme in 3/4 by Cinematic Orchestra. The words wham and bam come to mind.

I was inspired to start this by an old friend who might or might not know who she is. She prolly does. I also chose this name for the blog because "Crabapples" and "Frogpond" were already taken. They don't even know.

With the exception of about 300 pages somewhere in the last decade, journaling has been foreign to me. I like writing and people say I need to do it more often. We'll see what sort of consistency I can muster.

I'll use this to sort my aspirations and plot my emotional benchmarks. I'll wager a little privacy and I'll hopefully get some recreation out of the internet for a change. Some other folks might even benefit from reading. If you have the time to be reading this, life must not be all that bad. So take care and make sure others do the same.


The breeze is here. Grab some paper and make your best airplane. We're throwing in 5.