Springing Forward

I redirected mightymikemcgee.com to this WordPress site tonight for what may be the second time since I acquired the domain name. I honestly cannot remember if I had ever parked this domain here before. It may have been mikemcgee.net (which I am pretty sure I am going to let expire this month; I don’t really use it anymore.) I had the dot-net pointing to the dot-com all of last year. Point-less.

Up until earlier this evening, this site was a glorified business card hosted on Squarespace for too many dollars a year. Now it is to become a mishmosh of old Tumblr posts (RIP 2011-2019), my new “blog” and a glorious business card, all for less than half the price.

I feel like if I am not creating content for this website, then it is merely an expensive placeholder for links to my email address and to my social media accounts. I want to write everyday and what better place to do that than on this website? My website should be honest and engaging.

It is just past midnight on April 2, 2019; my window next to my desk is open halfway and the scent of spring is flowing in. The light breeze is chilled and bloated with a fragrance from a tree I know nothing about, but I do enjoy it. I have lived in this house for nearly five years and in the past three winters I have longed for spring to lure the scent of the that tree’s flowers into my room. And there it is. My nostrils cannot carry enough into my head. It is glorious. Spring is my favorite season. The rains are not yet finished here, but plants know what to do.

I must find out what sort of tree that is. It is too dear to me to stay unknown.

So is this little space on the internet. Hello again.

9:11pm. November 24, 2015. Minneapolis, MN.

Tim Toaster Henderson (@toastersmodernlife) performs perfectly balanced poetry set at SlamMN. Toaster is one of those performers who seems to effortlessly take the stage for a warm city, braving the cold. His words were clearly infused with the feeling of the day and all that came with marching to city hall. Tired, but woke. #poetsinbw #blacklivesmatter (at Kieran’s Irish Pub)

4:10pm. November 24, 2015. Minneapolis, MN.

Melinda Lee (@melindalee618) and I munching on Chex Mix and marching for Jamar Clark. Melinda and I were roommates in Worcester almost randomly, and now we’re family forever. I love them with all my heart. They are an incredible artist. #poetsinbw (at Radisson Blu Minneapolis Downtown)