Before today, I've created this blog and killed it off three times. Now it's back again, and I'm not sure what that means. It could be something precious but lost, born anew. It could be just another iteration of the creative process. It could be a shambling zombie re-animation of ideas better left buried. I do know what I'm going to treat it as: the latest reincarnation of something with too much karma to be allowed to become one with the universe just yet. If this weblog is the body that spirit will occupy, and I'll do my best to make it comfortable and entertaining while I'm at it.
If I was going to be reincarnated on this earth, I'd hope someobdy would take the time to build me a nice dog to inhabit. Preferably a medium-sized one, large enough for a good throaty bark and too big to be carried around in somebody's purse. Give me somebody to scrath me behind the ears. If possible, get me a duck hunter, so I can splash off through swamps to fetch things, and ride in the back of a truck on the freeway, with my ears flapping in the wind. Let me lay around chewing on stuff most of the day, and I'll be happy.
As far as this weblog is concerned, reincarnation involves finding a new role. I currently see this place as a safety-release valve to the artistic/creative pipeline in my brain. Other bits of higher-pressure plumbing already have other, more appropriate outlets. If you're looking for insightful political commentary or soul-baring romantic testimonials, heavens knows there are places online to find them. This place is for the kinds of things I would say if you caught me staring out of a car window and asked me what I was thinking about.
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