2008 in first lines
(The first line of the first public post made each month of this year.)
The 12 days of feasting are nearly over. When I packed up the apartment, the alarm clock my uncle gave me began going off at 9 a.m. It's maple brunch season - anyone up for mini muffins and maple butter? Frank Zappa - is his name familiar? Hey guys. I'm just back from three days in Maine with my brother and sister and friends - and I needed it. I was walking across the parking lot to my car, and the couple standing beside it on the median had a rooster on a leash. It's been a hard week already. But please don't take my editing away. Friday night, around 10, a man I'd never met knocked on my back door, the sliding glass one. My old friend G spent the weekend with me. My last stand-alone magazine hit the streets on Thursday, and I got to walk around the Shaker Village and jam with an interpreter in the kitchen about the 29 kinds of apples they grew. The 12 days of feasting are nearly over.
August had no posts in it, so July got two lines. Tells you something about August. I like this meme, because I end up rereading and reliving the year in moments. Some of those posts were hard to read. Two I didn't read. Some made me glow. This year has been a lot of work - but good work. All in all, I'm happy.
The 12 days of feasting are nearly over. When I packed up the apartment, the alarm clock my uncle gave me began going off at 9 a.m. It's maple brunch season - anyone up for mini muffins and maple butter? Frank Zappa - is his name familiar? Hey guys. I'm just back from three days in Maine with my brother and sister and friends - and I needed it. I was walking across the parking lot to my car, and the couple standing beside it on the median had a rooster on a leash. It's been a hard week already. But please don't take my editing away. Friday night, around 10, a man I'd never met knocked on my back door, the sliding glass one. My old friend G spent the weekend with me. My last stand-alone magazine hit the streets on Thursday, and I got to walk around the Shaker Village and jam with an interpreter in the kitchen about the 29 kinds of apples they grew. The 12 days of feasting are nearly over.
August had no posts in it, so July got two lines. Tells you something about August. I like this meme, because I end up rereading and reliving the year in moments. Some of those posts were hard to read. Two I didn't read. Some made me glow. This year has been a lot of work - but good work. All in all, I'm happy.