This blog is nearly twenty years old. Twenty. Imagine that. My blog can buy its own smokes. (What? they changed the age for that? Fine -- it can still vote, right?)

I think the idea of keeping up a blog is a charming, weirdly outdated thing, but I still feel the compulsion to keep one. I've thought a lot recently about the impermanence of connection in the digital world I choose to live and work in.

My time in Portland marks the first time in my life living anywhere other than a humid subtropical climate. Relocating into a temperate zone has forced me to rethink my relationship with the sun, in ways both expected and not.