Those entries still exist on here somewhere.
I liked that class because it got me into biking. I never biked very seriously, I don't think I ever went more than ten miles, but it's still an activity I really enjoy.
The second life of this blog is so embarrassing I don't really want to talk about it. Lets just say it was a project, and it was badly planned. The end.
The third purpose of this writing space was to record what happened during at writing program I went to over the summer. The program was at Bryn Mawr College and it was largely due to that program that I ended up going here.
The things that I've used this blog for have meant a lot to me so I couldn't just kill it, even though I haven't touched it for over two years. Because this blog is old, I'd like to use it to write about old things. I really like old things. I like old buildings, old stories. I love old books. I horde old books. Today I found this beautiful little blue copy of Elizabeth Barrett Browning poems.
I don't really know what will come of this. I'd like to write about people, just short biographies. I want to write about the stories of history, that's what's interesting to me. I like feeling the weight of what has come before, little echoes all around. It settles on you like a mantel and fills the emptiness of a space. I want to write about that.
