Boy, that de-escalated quickly (back at last)

That's me there, about three years, 30 pounds, one job title and little more hair ago.

Sometime shortly before I scribbled that lopsided mustache on my finger, I'd given up on updating this website. It wasn't on purpose: The site was looking outdated, and I was busy acclimating to a new job, but at some point it just stopped occurring to me that this little corner of the Internet could use my attention.

Plus, do you know how many TV shows you can watch on Netflix instead of updating your website?

I always knew I'd be a lousy self-blogger. I much prefer designing the tools to blog, working out a responsive website design (go ahead and shrink the browser window -- neat, right?), than actually blogging. Even angsty teen me barely got beyond crafting a cool Livejournal layout.

Still, three years is a little embarrassing.

I won't waste the space with a retrospective of my time away. Obviously, I need to stretch my goings on thin for material to write about anyway.

If I'm honest, this is more likely than not gonna mostly be a food-ish blog, if for no other reason than to spare my social networks from incessant meal pictures. If you come all the way here, I suppose you might be interested in my cooking. Or you at least like me enough to humor me.


As usual, with this redesign I've added hidden things here and there for clever folk to find. Happy scrolling.

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I'm reading

"American Lion" by Jon Meacham
I've always liked presidential biographies, and this seemed like a good choice now that Old Hickory's portrait is hanging in the Oval Office these days. The old timey text can get dense but Meacham does a good job keeping it flowing.

I'm listening to

"What Now" by Sylvan Esso. I've slowly come around to loving this group, and the hooks are this newest album are just killer.

Other links

» "I Can Eat 50 Cadbury Eggs" — A personal photo project and fundraiser
» The CSS Zen Garden — how I taught myself Web design way back when