space and time

I am reading Just Kids and scouring The Missouri Group's News Reporting and Writing guide and freaking out about this summer and freaking out about the April 1 issue.

Things are getting good.

doing my homework

What kind of blogger am I?



There's an existential question for you. As of late, I've been no kind of blogger at all. But now that the reincarnated MHN is going live, I think it's time to get back in the game.

My fashionable friend Gabby introduced me to Style Rookie, a blog written by Tavi, a 13-year-old who reminds me, in a wonderful way, of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's The Little Prince, Enid from Ghost World, Kevin from Home Alone and Ludovic from Ma Vie en Rose. Yes, I'm a fan.

This kid is the type of pop culture blogger who makes people like me want to watch Peter Sellers movies. She's a lot like the 16-year-old bloggers I read when I was 12. Each seemed extraordinarily gifted, with an intimidating range of cultural knowledge, a precocious wit, and an uncanny knack for the Photoshop gag.

I probably should have become one of those kids who read The Perks of Being a Wallflower the summer before ninth grade and thought they had taste, but I was too humble and, I think, realistic.

I should have dyed my hair red and worn a silver ear cuff. But I decided to do my homework and read Henderson the Rain King instead.

I was weird. I'm just saying...I should have worn that weirdness. I was nervous for some reason.