Alright, the backstory. So. It was an unseasonably warm March day. There we were, tarrying in a little casse-croute in the Plateau, belly up to sliders, poutine and Quebecois half-pints. ... And we had a great-minds-think-alike moment. Perhaps a blog?
Our interests, though eclectic, run parallel. Travel, photography, indie music, la langue francaise, journalling, keeping-in-touch ... we thought, Hell. Do we have to zero in on just one theme? Why not a blog that reflects rather than focuses our randomness? We’ll defend - no, vaunt - our caprice.
We are both Cowtown transplants negotiating our new eastern addresses (and identities?), and staying connected in millennial fashion: texts, tweets and status updates, Youtube and Failblog links shared via Skype, postcards, emails (or, as per Alanna’s penchant, e-novellas), personal blogs and Flickr uploads. We are, quite literally, épistolières, sharing ourselves and our stories as a serial collection of artifacts. And this collection, for better or worse, will be less like a curated museum exhibit and much more akin to a hoarder’s junk drawer. Ergo, farrago. (And, as a special bonus, we can rhyme!)
No comments:
Post a Comment