If you put me in a box, make sure it's a big box, with a door and windows, and a chimney, so we can burn, burn, burn everything we don't like
I guess that would be a cool name for a blog, too.
I'm having a hard time.
I loved "Epiphany in Baltimore." One of my favorite albums of all time (by Brenda Kahn), plus lots of extra meaning for myself here in Baltimore.
But I turned the page and abandoned the old one. Now for this piddly little personal blog, I don't know.
I'm still racking my brain for literary characters (Milkman Dead, Charlie Brown), lines from songs ("Michigan seems like a dream to me now," "Time will do the talking") and something else to inspire me.
I know the world is waiting. I'll get on it soon. Until then, change it every few days until I decide.
Just a bunch of random musings about music, movies, politics, and Baltimore, stuff that doesn't seem to fit into my better blog, over at More Humbly Did I Teach.
"Milkman closed his eyes and opened them. The street was even more crowded with people, all going in the direction he was coming from. All walking hurriedly and bumping against him. After a while he realized that nobody was walking on the other side of the street... Milkman walked on, still headed toward Southside, never once wondering why he himself did not cross over to the other side of the street, where no one was walking at all" (78).
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