Showing posts with label avecmoi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label avecmoi. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

silence is golden

but the chatter will be missed, nonetheless.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

a little on the motivations

so i started this more just as an outlet, so if it ends up being a tree in the woods kind of thing, then so be it. but i'd been meaning to start a blog as a place to collect my thoughts, and this is the result. the other day at work i got a snappy idea for a title, and for the URL, like i mentioned, and i then spent 5 minutes on blogger and got it running.

of course, part of it is that humans like to hear ourselves talk (or think), and i guess this is the 21st century equivalent. and obviously we perceive our insights as important. and partly because i've got a lot of random crap on my mind.

so we'll see what comes out of that combustible mix.

Friday, January 19, 2007

a little bit (on the) country

smart people of course can deduce quite a bit from the title and URL of this blog (assuming you know a bit about washington, dc) , and may in fact come to some additional conclusions that may in fact not be unwarranted.

the title and URL came about as my lamentations about my neighborhood have grown greater. just something that had been on my mind, and served as a snappy title and whatnot. needless to say though, this will not be some lame neighborhood blog about all the random crap that annoys me, or something that will be full of NIMBY-esque proclamations about what should and shouldn't be going on in columbia heights.

rather, this will just be a lame blog generally (aren't they all these days. especially those that are started in 2007!); general interest i guess would be a category, and by general interest, i mean my interests.

that being said, i do have some forthcoming posts about columbia heights related stuff. so stay tuned.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

episode iv: a new hope

well well, look what a random thought at work will get you. i feel like i'm looking over at the edge of the grand canyon, waiting expectantly for the echo of my voice to return. we shall see what this all gets us (me, and god forbid anyone who actually reads any of it).

tim