This post marks, I believe, the fifth attempt to find something to do with this domain. I’ve had sanspoint.com since the summer of 2002—seven and a half years of content ranging from daily minutia, “lifehacks”, fiction, and essays on literature. Nothing I’ve tried has sustained my interest for a very long period. It’s not for lack of trying, and it’s not for lack of desire to write. I want to make that “clackity noise”, and tell stories. The hardest part, as always, is sitting down and doing it.1
It’s both embarrassing and amusing to go back in time and read the earliest things I posted on this site. The Wayback Machine has provided a number of snapshots of my college years, few of which are flattering, though this is biased. In the intervening years, I’d say the best thing I ever wrote for this website is my essay on the death of David Foster Wallace. For this attempt, I have decided to begin with a blank slate2, retaining only that particular essay as a static page.
Ultimately, I expect that this will be an experiment in making the “clackity noise” that Merlin Mann harps on about. If there is a constant, as always, I know that part of the first thing I wrote on this domain remains true.
I’ve never been good with welcome messages and similar things for websites. Therefore, this will be the best welcome I can give.
Please join me. I expect things to be interesting.
- This is complicated by my current situation of working two jobs, and having limited free time. I suspect it’s less of an issue of finding the time, and more of using the time I have better. More on that, I expect, in the future.↩
- This will be, if I recall correctly, the fourth attempt at starting with a blank slate.↩