Introduction

There once was a time when I wrote constantly in an online journal, recording my thoughts and the minutiae of my life to great extent. Then it died, and rather quickly, too.

Results from the post-mortem analysis are inconclusive. At first thought, it seems the blog died because of stagnation in life. That might be true in some cases — work became more stable (read: I wasn't changing jobs every few months) — but in others, it couldn't be more far from reality. Truth is I've had a pretty good year since my old journal withered at Livejournal.com: I've made wonderful friends, fell in love and did some great work. Sure, there were low points — the Times-Union started going downhill quickly — but, overall, life has been great.

So why haven't I been writing about it all, at least for my own benefit? And the answer to the big question bubbles to the surface: I was lazy.

Now I'm off on an adventure: A new job at a bigger, better paper in a bigger, better city. It took me far from my friends and family, which is a difficult adjustment, but it also stands to offer me a lot. (Snow, for one thing.)

All of this to introduce my new journal, which will allow me to ramble on about my goings-on in Boston, and post photos I take of this very cool city. Also, it will let everyone at home know that I'm still alive.

Just don't get your expectations up. Union rules dictate at least 40 percent of this journal be boring, self-indulgant drivel, and I intend to adhere to these stipulations. Don't want to rock the boat, after all.