unnamed side blog

Here’s a detail: I suck at writing “About” pages for general content. For my last two projects it was easy, because I could refine the biographical info to what was topically relevant. Since I don’t plan on limiting that anymore, my parameters have been removed as well. So I’ll free-write a bit here to ease into whatever it is that I’m going to talk about.

My name is Rachel. I’m 27, married, and live in a rowhouse in Baltimore’s Little Italy. There’s no Italian in my ancestry, so far as I know, but over the past couple of years I’m absorbing it through osmosis. My husband Matt and I have three cats named Lucy, Wicket, and Arthur; our family also includes our best friend Cas and her cat Patrick. All three humans have a college background and a preference for the arts (over, say, engineering, which is also an art but requires math and thus is a science). Cas works as a buyer in the body-care department of an organic, fair-trade, grass-fed, hippy-dippy grocery store that you’ve heard of, Matt works as a bouncer at a bar in Fells Point, and I work as a proofreader at a textbook composition company.

I expect to write about food and either cooking, dining, or both. I also expect to write about fat acceptance, social anxiety, and maybe a little bit about religion. And I am fairly sure there will be more pictures of the cats.

This is content for my blog. Who knows where my blog will originally end up.

You may have arrived here from one of three places. Originally, this was a blog about reading and experiencing Shakespeare; mostly it let me use my English degree when I was in a job that didn’t want any such thing, and later it gave me purpose when I was between jobs. My purpose transferred to the job and the blog faded away. A few weeks ago I attempted to revive it and called it 365 Dinners: I was going to cook and go to nice restaurants and take photos of my dinner, but that particular trend took off without me and now I’ve lost interest. (Plus I can’t be bothered to upload all those photos.)

I expect the most traffic to come from the third place: my LiveJournal. I’ve been on LJ since 2003–the days of invite codes, ten icons for paid users, and about as many journal styles to choose from–and I just let my paid account lapse for the first time. Maybe I’m swept up in the mob mentality, maybe the LJ expatriates have got a point, or maybe it’s time to move to a new platform. I don’t know.

This time I’m not focusing my content. I’m just going to let it rip. Let’s see how that ends up.