Why, hello there.

So this is the part where I explain again how I am "back". How I am going to try for another round at writing things which are interesting yet not embarassing really, clever enough but not self-absorbed hopefully. I'm tired of secrets but I don't want to tell any, so this is what you get.

I went to my parents' basement in hopes of unearthing my high school yearbooks. A dubious goal to be sure, seeing as how my possessions are bundled away in the midst of a great tower of boxes and items in one end of the basement. I was not successful, though I did find my junior high school yearbooks. The thrill was absent from this discovery because that was not the age bracket I was hoping for. Grade 9 picture write-ups appeared to me the most confusing bits of meaningless expression: CB + HL = TLA ; always remember pink doritos!! ; never change ; do you eat mittens? ; and the like. My most treasured portion of my grade 9 yearbook is the part on the inside back cover where Mr. B Wilson wrote: "Keep the weirdness, it looks good on you." I suppose you might have to know me a bit better than one post's worth to realise that it remains one of my most favoured compliments.

But anyway. The grade 9 yearbook remains in its carboard tomb, and the high school equivalent remains MIA. All I came away with was my old copy of Cohen's Beautiful Losers. Somehow that seems fitting, though in title only I guess. I haven't read the book in quite some time, I think I might do so again.

Also: On Saturday I unearthed my guitar. I hadn't played since arthritis forced me to stop 7 years ago. Typically I can't remember anything I used to know except for (inexplicably) the chords from Pearl Jam's "Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town" and a bit of an old Jewel song. Instead of re-teaching myself "The Basics" as it were, I am just making sounds and considering them nameless. It's quite nice, actually. Making nameless sounds.