March 6th, 2016
It's a Sunday. Somewhere between studying the different forms of viral hepatitis and getting up to cook myself a $2.00 bowl of ramen, I remembered a fallen intention to start a blog around 2 years ago. Upon opening, the flavor packet burst. A wheeze of miso powder across the kitchen counter.
I recalled that I had paid somewhere between $30.00 and $40.00 for a blog "skin". The investment for a pleasant aesthetic in my corner of cyberspace never amounted to more than two blog posts rambling about the new sights and scenes in Portland.
I can't keep up a blog. I can't even keep up a journal. Perhaps I'm more interested in hearing about other people's lives than my own.
This past summer I got into the work of Egon Schiele who was known around the turn of the 20th century. He did sketches of prostitutes, and among the many works of splayed legs and scant, rumpled clothing you can find a few pieces that are noticeably innocent. Women banding together and comforting eachother in the midst of what must be a jarring profession that pushes you into adulthood regardless of whether you're ready.
The last one I got tattooed on my arm.
I am somewhere between 2,000 and 3,000 miles away from my closest friends. Connection can be difficult, let alone intimate connection.
I came up with the idea for a cooperative blog. Given we are all adults and have enough deadlines, I thought that a "Free for all" style might encourage more content and less pressure. We could discuss topics, and alternate who chooses. It might also be an opportunity to get a better view into eachother's lives. What was the first thing when you woke up this morning? What went horribly wrong today? What went surprisingly right?
So my first proposition for a topic is: When do you feel beautiful?
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