Greetings, friends, strangers etc.

LETTERS FROM MADELINE

For a while now I've been hungering for some kind of magazine or blog or, well, cultural outlet of some sort that would make me feel the way I used to reading a cool publication put together by people who knew much, much moreabout life, music, books, movies, and well, everything, than I did.

Let's just say the search is not going that well. Not because I know everything! Far from it!

But there is space in my life for something like that, and it hasn't been filled. Then, I have this typewriter. It's my mom's from the 80s, she brought it to me in NYC so I could have it repaired for her. That was its own saga (believe me), but the short version is that after some back-and-forth, I have a working typewriter that will remain with mefor a few months at least. And I love typing.

I always have! I love to tip-tip-tap away, packing up speed until my accuracy suffers for it, as you can see for yourself. So I've beenlooking for excuses to type -- andfinding them here and there.

My sometimes-sporadic pen pals have gotten a lot moreletters lately, let me tell you.

So I thought, maybe I can writeletters that will just... exist. Maybe I can organize these thoughts haphazaraly and have them just Be There, floating around if anyone cares tofind them. Maybe I can let them exist in this first-draft form, typos and stream-of-consciousness and all, just for the heck of it. So maybe I'llgive that a shot!

Consider them letters from Madeline, a long-distance friend. They will be completely un-researched, sloppy, meandering, all the things a good letter shouldbe, plus, I'm sure, accidentally revealing.

We'll see. Wish me luck!