Well, here I am, in a new place. Or, at least, that’s what I hope to be able to say one day in the near future.
So, more accurately, here my blog is in a new place—metonymicalpen.com. It was a ridiculously confusing decision to make, plagued by Google’s move to become an overlord of the internet on the one side and WordPress minimalism on the other. I am a lot of things—minimalist may not be one of them. I don’t feel visually at home here, but I have a vague sense of being better off. For starters, I’m pretty sure, since I foolishly signed the blanket user’s agreement, blogger has the right to my organs should the whim arise to come and fetch them. Who could write absent minded catch-up prose with the specter of some corporate kidney hunter hanging over the tagged-for-convenient-censorship url at the top of the page?
It’s true to say that I loved the way my original hyper-real studio looked more than this one, but it is more important to me that the page works. So, now, I hope anyone who wants to can comment, join, follow by email, and at the very least, find me. That is, I hope everyone can find me except the spammers who haunt Google pages, somehow making invisible but bountiful cash for clicks.
And it’s refreshing in a way, this move, because moving is one of my most present goals. Somehow, it would be a much easier decision in real life than in blog-life, if only the reality were not so heavy and awkwardly substantial. Furniture, pets, rent, child, jobs. Details that don’t respond to widget placement.
For now, it’s my blog that has moved. Good, I am willing to be led by word and picture.