300th Post

To better bloggers than I, this is not a big deal.  You've surpassed this.  Valerie's dad has a word problems blog that he started like three years ago and he's already at 1200 posts.  But hey, I'm here.  I wrote 300 super meaningful deep genius heartbreaking word gem gifts to humanity.  The world is better because of me.

I started this blog six years ago.  I barely knew what blogging was.  I barely know what it is now.  Here's one of my early entries:

December 23, 2006


I saw Santa in Nordstrom's yesterday and during his break from a very public phone at the Cologne and Perfume counter he called Mrs. Claus and told her to get the elves working faster on those toys. That was a REAL call. Santa Claus is real. No actor would go to those lengths. Merry frickin Christmas non-believers.


Look at how short it was!  Look at how brief and unvain I was!  I didn't think you'd read further than a paragraph.  But now, Readers, I expect you to indulge my every ramble.  My every weird and whimsy. I have series, I have letters, I have scripts and essays and videos and poems and confessions and music lists and all kinds of whatnot.

If you are still with me, (and I'm looking at you Joe Griffin, Darren Zufelt, Emily Gilliland Grover, Sarah Russell Stout,and of course, Valerie Best), thanks for sticking around. It's been fun keeping in touch with you through blogs.  And well, Valerie, living with you, I guess.

Others regular bloggers have come along.  (Liz Whittaker Chapman, Rachel Kessler, Aaron Allen, Annie Howington, Shiloh Donkin,)  I've enjoyed it.  It's a break from so much other social media.  I like to hear my friends thoughts, queries, and dreams.

My blog has changed over time.  It was a sort of hodgepodge.  It became a poetry repository while I was in school.  It lately has turned into a place for comedy experimentation while I write scripts.  Maybe it'll evolve into something more personal, something more akin to a journal.  Maybe I'll spend the rest of my days blogging experimental dessert recipes and describing dreams I've never had.

Strangely enough, I started this blog when I came to New York.  And yet, just like my regular journals, I barely talk about my life.  My life is my writing.  Maybe anyone looking back on these will have no idea what I was like.  My hopes and dreams.  My frustrations, my passions.  It may not be fully spelled out.  Or maybe it's all there.  Maybe everything you need to know about me is in the fiction I write into my poetry and comedy.  All my humor and moods are encapsulated there.  Maybe it's all one big truth.

After six years, I know a few things.  I have Valerie.  She's the best part of my life. And Edie has made things even sweeter. I love Brooklyn and all my friends here.  I'm grateful for all my friends around the country and the world.  And Heavenly Father put me with the exact right kind of family.  I love all their quirks and personalities.  It's been a good passage through Earth so far.  I've been spoiled.

Thank you all.  See you in 300 more posts.