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.

Leaving the Pacific Rainwest For Sun José, Droughtifornia

I am packing up all of my things here in Bellingham, Washington. I have a number of friends coming through the next few days for coffee and chat. In the past I’ve given away nearly everything I own in order to move lightly and lithely. This time I have boxes for everything. I’m bringing back the few things I’ve held onto over the last ten years. I have healed a lot, but I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing here. The bandage thought it was scarf.

I am moving into a house with an old friend in my old neighborhood—downtown San José, 95112. It’s where I lived when I couldn’t win a poetry slam to save my life. My old mercado where I’d go for instant coffee, nopales, fresh made corn chips and salsa, along with the best deli downtown, imho. I am coming home to uncle, to work, to live, to write, and to fall in love with Silicon Valley all over again. I will be a block away from my favorite taqueria and in the middle of my family and culture.

I’m about to geek it up in nerdville.