Sixfoot6.com - Putting Stuff Away.

As if the pure joy of raking leaves in the autumn sun isn't enough to keep me loving Plymouth life, I discovered another sweet benefit this morning while I was alarm surfing in bed. NEIGHBORS. Erik swung by before work and rallied my ass to join him for a jaunt to Kiskadee Coffee. Exactly what I needed to start the day off right. And in a few minutes I'm going to mow the shit out of the front yard.

A warm internet welcome for Miles Secord Mislang, my nephew-to-be weighing in last night at a happy and healthy 6lbs 5oz. "It's like he teleported into the room," Jenny said.

I know I complained about the homogeny of weather when I was still rocking SoCal, but this is effing ridiculous. It's like being trapped in a damp Ray Bradbury morality play, swamped by Venetian monsoons. I'm quickly adapting, and I now think of sunny days as "the before time". As Kellen said last night at a leaonardhoo! organized Bostonian geek dinner, "New England has one truly beautiful month. Just one." And here it be raining on us. By the time it's dry enough to step out and look at the crayola autumn, all the leaves will have rotted away into carbon-based mush.

I'm making a living doing freelance design in my kitchen, and designing/implementing political campaign sites with the likes of Rusty Foster and Jerome Armstrong. It's a good living, and as busy periods subside I'm slowly returning to this here personal site. I've got some new ideas in the works. I'm developing my skills.

In the meantime, I've helped my dear Jenny (who's miles away in Santa Barbara right now, sadly) set up her own weblog at Jenredstar.com. She designed the layout, and I think it looks great. Congrats! Welcome to the wonderful world of websiting. Incidentally, Jenny's put most of the second leg of our roadtrip photos up as a Flickr set. HOLLA.