Well, here goes

I collect things. Photos of objects. Photos of trash. Photos of shadows. Voice recordings of bits of conversation. Video snippets of bugs. Written down transcriptions of slang - ear bobs, toddies, and shewie-dogs. I used to think that I did this because I wanted to be a writer and all of these collections would be material.  Now, I've realized I enjoy the collecting and I'm not sure what to make about the writing. My Dad died this past January. I have snippits of conversations I recorded with him - conversations about his highschool and the "rounders" and Ruth who was "rough."  I have recorded the sound of his voice when he smiles. I am so glad.

On October 28th, I left NYC where I lived for the last 7 years. I don't really know where I'm going. I don't really know what I want.  I certainly don't know what I'll write on this blog. And all that's just fine.