I had an interesting bit of conversation on Thursday with Kate before getting too blotto. She was saying how a friend has gotten to like reading my website. "But he never posts anything anymore," she said. "I found the old stuff," was the reply.

The old stuff. Yeah. It was a different kind of scene then. There was a time when this was really a diary and the politics and news stuff went somewhere else. Then my life changed, and so did the diary; the politics came in, in a very conventional kind of way, I might add. It was good for a while, and then I got very busy and my life -- for the most part -- became very boring, my thoughts specific and narrow. I worked in a cubicle. I slept in a bare-walled room.

And now things are in play again. The reformation is still coming. The trip is going to be a kind of new level. I wonder about how to look again at mixing the personal, the political, the poetic and the imaginary. A new blend. Simplicy, focus.

I'm not really a great "blogger" in the sense of the form of finding neat things online and sending people links. I'm not a voracious enough consumer of web media for that. I'm more of a diarist, writer and sometime essayist. The setup is taking form. I have some good stories to tell.

It will be more like the old stuff.