Why this suddenly became important to me I can't say, but creating a more usable archive of these outpourings has forced me to re-read a lot of the things I've posted to this website over the past year and several months.

This is something I almost never do. Re-reading things I myself wrote does not interest me until years later, and I'm always a little startled to get mail from people who have read every single word from this Place.

I started making this site sometime around April, 1995, and this is some of the first HTML I ever wrote. Those were fun times.

A lot has changed since then, and a lot of things remain the same. I am still sitting on this exact same spot, using the same computer since October, 1994, practicing on the same piano since early 1993. It's a Baldwin (because it doesn't have any hair on it). Many of the same books remain unread. A few boxes remain unopened from the day I moved in here during the summer of 1993.

Maybe it is an end-of-the-year feeling of retrospect that brings this on. This curiosity in my own past is too sallow to endure past a day or two, but if the contents of this year's posts versus those of last year are any indication (and I am skeptical as to how much they are because there are so many things I will never talk about here), then I appear to be doing much better this year than last.

But the holiday season is young, and so am I.

There are a lot of pieces that I might delete altogether. A lot of it is painfully boring (assuming your need to be entertained brings you to the threshold of pain; some of the stuff I wrote might do that).

I might try and make a TV show. A public access program which will probably be associated with this website.

A few weeks ago I became jealous of a woman who had her own show on Channel 34. She was not doing anything interesting, she was just doing whatever the hell she felt like doing, and doing ti in front of a camera. There was a certain purity to it. And it made me envious.