once upon a time I used toÂ kind ofÂ blog sort of. after I started splitting my infinitives with abandon. before that I hatched and hosted, erected and let crumble web pages. before that and after that were poems and then not any poems any more. maybe someday. here and there essays unwound, and the odd boil-infested academic paper worked itself up. lo, of yore the right hand aloneÂ scribbledÂ letters on paper of different heft and hue, the graph, the blue and oniony, the softÂ creamyÂ cotton rag. spirals unto infinity of narrow-rule close writ. and then email and email and email ad nauseum. oh microbloggery facebook puffs.