That last one, i pasted and i didn’t want to transcribe it. it’s not a very pertinent entry anyways, so i have to highlight it to read it, it’s kinda funny that way.

I just wanted to check in here and just write a little, because of the comfort the typing brings me. I’m working surprisingly hard on my hip-hop project, and anytime that i set aside for writing pretty much goes to that. Only two weeks in, and already neck deep. It’s too much fun though, melding my writing voice with some guidelines. that’s why i wanted to come here, for that beautiful free-associating quickness where you can bang it out and not really go back and read it again. I just look at the posts and don’t think i’ve been putting up enough.

Funnily enough, my wife passed along that macklemore thing i wrote to the man himself, and he liked it. I can imagine why, but still, that was a little surreal to me. I post things here knowing they could be read by anyone, but at the same time, I don’t go broadcasting the fact that i do have a blog, and have had one for damn near a decade.

that’s some crazy shit. I’ve been doing this for 10 years coming up this summer. Right before 9/11, back when i tried to act like i didn’t know it all, but still felt i did. boy has that changed. not because of 9/11 though, just the passage of time.

i get more comfortable with me each passing day, whether i experience new things or the same old shit. as long as I’m thinking, my mind will change.

the whole adage of age being just a number makes more sense to me now. in that deep resonating way, not the surface way. 30 is not old, not young, it’s a number.

kinda like me.