B E B E R E

Over the weekend, my blog turned two. If I could have, I would have taken it out to MacDonalds for a Happy Meal and bought it a balloon.

Funny how time flies; that's all I really have to say. I'm kind of surprised that, even over a very hectic and a lot of times painful year, I still enjoy doing this. Perhaps it's because writing here seems to afford more dimensions than keeping a paper journal.

I'm not terribly interested in any of the gimmickier aspects available (podcasting and videoblogging come to mind). I love the fact that I'm able to get on board via my little $15/month dialup connection and type away on my beau bleu - the aqua iMac someone left curbside and Hal gave a home to. I enjoy a lot of what Blogger offers to us now and love the fact that it's still free. Cost being a major factor for me, I'm pleased that one still does not have to be rich or even middle-class-well-off (by Boston standards, anyway) to get on board, type, post.

Though I'm more invested in local (really local - like around my block local) issues and speaking in tongues, It's been wonderful to come into contact with others from who-knows-where. The feedback is enjoyable and often pretty edifying. I like that some folks keep coming back to visit and indulge my uhh...whimsy? (Can I really call me whimsical? Snort.) Though this little essay is and always has been all about me, mes amis de loin are the ones who make it all fun to come back to. I'm very thankful for them.

Happy Birthday to the part of my personality known as Bebere. The past year leaves me with no real complaints. Still in all, I'm hoping for better this next go around.