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I have been a writer, one way or another, for most of my life. In recent years this has mostly taken the form of casual posts on Facebook and more formal essays on Medium, but I’m not happy with Facebook and … lately I’ve missed having a real online journal. Like I did many years ago, when the web and I were both young.

That first journal was called Nine Lives, after the poem “Curiosity” by Alastair Reid, which fit my youthful ethos perfectly.

I considered using another riff on “Curiosity” to title this incarnation, but though I still love that poem, I don’t imagine that it describes me so well anymore. My outward life these days is sedate, homebound, drama-free for years at a time.

My brain, though, is as fast and wild as ever, driven to Learn All The Things. “The fox knows many things,” goes the saying, and “the hedgehog knows one big thing.” I have far too many interests to ever specialize, and in fact nothing gives me more joy than synthesizing a new connection across disciplines. So this time around I have chosen not a cat, but a fox as my avatar.

The essays I publish on Medium assume an audience of strangers, but here I am writing to people who know me, to greater or lesser degree. I know that isn’t strictly true — it is a public site, which anyone might stumble across — but writing to friends is qualitatively different from writing to the world at large, and that intimacy and continuity is an important part of what I’m attempting to recreate.

If you do not know me, you are certainly welcome — just understand that you may not possess the full context behind my words.

Though of course, if you keep reading long enough you may come to know me; that has always been one of the most beautiful things about the internet.

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