A friend recently asked if I blogged as a way of processing in public, which is interesting to me because there was a time where I thought that kind of thing was possible and really important.  When I started (my version of) blogging ten years ago, it was with the intent of informing people on the mainland of my life in Hawaii.  Over time, that either shifted or never really became the main point of my writing.  And while I’ve toyed with being more personal online, it’s something that’s always been awkward.

I guess I see blogging as a kind of impressionism: lots of different strokes that hopefully form a picture.  Culture, of course, inspires and informs me.  When things resonate or bring me hope, I think it might shine through in my weak prose.  There’s a lot more going on underneath the surface, and I’m sure it’ll bubble through.  But for now, and February for sure, bits and pieces and snippets.