I joined vox in December 2006. I wasn't the first and I won't be the last.
My first post on vox was about the Mena Trott article that appeared in The Economist (http://jrome.vox.com/library/post/economist.html#comments). Mena herself wrote a comment. It was a good first post. A warm fuzzy. It was the first moment in time in my life where I can recall the actual moment that I formally recognized my conviction to follow through with an idea.
I've since used my vox blog to post some other Very Big Moments in my life that have probably escaped all notice of casual observers.
Like when I realized the impact a friendly cat could have on random people's spirits. Folks in our town talked about that cat so tenderly! They came out of the woodwork to talk about him after he died. When OP died, it became clear to me the degree to which people and lives, animal or otherwise, are intermingled and codependent. People were really in love and in pain when that cat they didn't even own was taken out of their lives.
Or when I visited my sister in Cambridge and gained a whole new perspective seeing her playing together with my daughter. It's the kind of perspective only my father before me probably could have ever experienced. To see my sister in my daughter so clearly and so effortlessly. It made my heart tingle, recalling my family, my years growing up with my sister, my years raising my daughter. That one moment, captured on a photo on my vox blog, tied the distant parts of my life together as neatly as a bow on a shoelace.
So, for just those reasons alone Vox will remain special to me. It's probably no more or no less special to anyone else out there than it is to me, but my point is this: Vox will continue to be my online box of memories. My treasure trove.
Thanks vox and Mena too. May you enjoy many more years of serving up my memories!
cheers,
jrome
via kottke.org via http://www.madamelamb.com/2008/06/makin-some-bread.html
I like to test things out. Kick the tyres.
I like to test things out. Kick the tyres.
I like to test things out. Kick the tyres.
Oh, and recently we went to the park. Near Auntie Nea's. In Cambridge. It was too cold for much fun, but we got some swell photos out of it.
The UnderDog!!!! (And do I always wear that sweatshirt?)
I love the way they're smiling at each other. Linnea could be looking into a time machine mirror of herself when she was five. They're so similar sometimes...it's reassuring and perplexing. I'm her dad and her little brother?
Goofballs.
Here's a snippet of email from my nearly 70 year old mother:
I'm running late this morning. Somehow I wanted to sleep in but
I'm moving along now. Thanks to work I do get up and get moving.
That's good.
Have a nice Wednesday.
Will blog later.
Much love,
Mom
She's not the oldest blogger out there on the web, but she gets it. Blogging is like what email was 15 years ago. She's still figuring out things, but the initial roadblocks are down. I couldn't be any more proud. Thanks Blogger, Thanks Six Apart, Thanks Vox. Keep striving to make it easier.

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