One year

One year ago to this day I stopped posting shit on here.

Today is today.

Man, maybe I'm just not cut out for being a writer. I can't even keep a blog. If I went into journalism like I planned I'd probably hate it. Could I be another kind of writer? What the hell kind of question is that?

I do like writing though. And thoughts are good.

But it's just another day over here. More snow. Somewhat less coldness.

It's still cold though.

Too cold.

Revival

Nice to meet you. I'm joe, and I run this here blog. Well, you know, if you want to call it running. And if you want to call it a blog.

I don't really know if I know how to write anymore. I surely am rusty at typing.

It's been a great year.

Here in Stevens Point it's cold. And snowy. Already. But the stored vegetables are good. And so is the beer.

I'm currently freelancing as an editor/PowerPoint-creator-extraordinaire. I spent the warm months growing honest-to-goodness food. For 135 locally nourished families.

I'm really having a hard time with all this I stuff. It's an issue I have when it comes to blogging. Probably ingrained during my long years in the public school system and complicated during my somewhat less-long years in higher education. It hurts.

Anyway, welcome to the reincarnation, whichever way it goes.

I (me, already) love sufficiency. Not expansion. Not extreme specialization. Not know-nothingness. You know, survival.

My Grandpa on my Mom's side knew how to survive. Not many others I know do. But I aim to.

But let's not get all nostalgic. 'Cause I ain't looking backward. Well, to be honest, I look back a little. But I don't think there's anything wrong with that. We need a little remembering to go along with all this forward movement. Lest we forget. Words and concepts are a lot different than muscle memory and "Yeah, I been there."

I guess, where I begin is, Who's your farmer?