Decided to resurrect my tumblr account. And ended up with two mini sites. To be honest, I don’t get it either. Maybe I got overexcited with Buzz yesterday?
After 6 months of living on my own, it’s become painfully obvious that my cooking skills are nowhere near that of the food bloggers I love to follow (ahem: Anya, Michelle, Katy). But I’ve been known to be able to pull off a few miracles here and there — most notably, the New Year’s pancit bihon.
But I food tweet. Food twitpic. And take pictures of nearly everything I eat. And there hasn’t been much yet that’s disappointed me. So that’s one. The one I wanted to create in the first place.
I’ve also owned ’stylepsandqs.com’ (the domain) for nearly a year now. And for whatever reason, haven’t yet mustered up the effort to keep that one going. I mean keeping up with this site is bad enough. No, not bad. Effort enough. At any rate, that’s the other. Eventually, I’ll move that tumblr into the owned domain.
So, there you go. Food and Style. The links will be up in the sidebar shortly.
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Must be a British thing. Or a Neil thing. Either way, highly amusing, and most of the small children in the audience (I mean, Peter and the Wolf!!) seemed as captivated as we were. They played a festivus piece (I forget the full name, and am rapidly fading, so too lazy to look it up) before Neil. And two pieces afterwards… the 3rd was something about eternal strings, and a trumpet player in the balcony — which was absolutely riveting. And the last piece was a very very long thing, complete with a tenor, singing the praises of Henry Hudson exploring the NY/Manhattan area. It was rather long for my tastes, and I soon found myself squirming and getting restless… It’s not that I don’t appreciate a good orchestra, and the whole thing was amazing… but hm. Actually, that wasn’t the last piece. The last piece, the conductor invited us to get up and dance a la a Russian ballroom. And that’s when we saw her. Miss Amanda Palmer dancing gaily near the stage, first with an unidentified man, then to our viewing pleasure, her new fiancee. Geez, I just sounded like a complete voyeur there. 
Happy 10th Blogaversary!
Yep. You read that right. 10th.
10 years. Ten. TEN. X.
I’m only 27. I’ve been blogging (not necessarily daily) for 10 years today. It’s more than a third of my lifetime. I just started two small ones not even two weeks ago (will need to post more on those later). Obviously, I haven’t been blogging on this very domain… Obviously.
I opendiaried. I xanga’d. I livejournalled (and deadjournalled and greatestjournalled). I blogspotted. I’ve typepadded (not personally, though). I wordpressed and geocitied (RIP [Yahoo] Geocities). I twitter (yes, I count that). I’ve been on a lot of domains, I’ve saved most of them. I like to have that footprint to look back on. The young and (sometimes) stupid. The emotional. The mental. The just because.
10th blog anniversary seems so much more important and milestoney (I’m writing this on a severe and inevitable food coma, so you must forgive the tendency to make up words as I go along) than anything else before — though getting past that first year between my senior year of high school and first year of college was pretty monumental at the time. And the 5th year seemed like forever, as well as forever ago.
After the jump, a look back at years past… and my thoughts on them now.
PS: Why do they call it the ‘jump’ anyway? Thoughts?
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