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    September 1, 2008

    I used to be a mad scrapbooker. Starting in junior high, most of the money I earned or received would go towards paper supplies, and I would spend hours on a single page of pictures I took on a school bus on the way to a Spanish class field trip.

    In 2005, after finally buying hosting space for all the junk I’d already collected, I began this website for the main reason of moving what I was doing on paper to the internet, which I rationalized as being cheaper and more convenient.

    Now, however, if I look through those old books, I realize that my online exploits have not gone in that direction. Somewhere I decided that my focus should be writing and not posting every picture I take in an afternoon of walking down Carson Street. Rather than being dated and filed and carefully matted those shots are lost in my tangled Flickr stream, without much thought except that they’re there.

    And there are several reasons I don’t write posts about the little things. Mostly, it’s because there are a lot of little things. I can publish anything from my phone, and even though I might be out one night and in a single hour want to send ten separate pictures of my male friends doing an Irish jig, this isn’t the place for it, and I would rather not spam the RSS readers.

    So I’ve been playing around with Tumblr and decided to try something a little different, which I put up at live.thatnight.net (also linked in sidebar). Not only is it gathering my tweets and posts, it’s also “the scrapbook” which contains the lesser bits. Local bands. Sewing projects. Haunted house visits. Victorian feather jewelery at some store I’m in.

    Of course, the events that solicit a few paragraphs will still be detailed here, along with whatever the hell else I’ve always been doing.

    I also mellowed out the color scheme, a change I’d like to make every month, mostly in my excitement for autumn. It took a good deal of self restraint to not plaster twelve jack-o-lanterns and a spooky ghost in the masthead.

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