June 25, 2007
swan swan hummingbirdone son. I worked at an oddly (for me) corporate job and thought it would be nice to have an outlet whereby I could yammer on about things and have a couple of my friends yuck it up over my sad little misadventures.
It's been three years and some stuff has changed. I've moved across country to return to my salty New England roots. With my husband and a couple of other folks, I co-founded a software company and now work from home full-time. I'm getting paid to blog, which was one of my semi-serious career goals. Also, we were joined by an unexpected though very sweet baby girl.
Now it seems I'm going to be writing a twice-monthly column about kids and nature for a new Providencian web site. I get to take pictures of things like thimble-sized horseshoe crabs to illustrate my posts. This makes me insanely happy because it is pretty much combining all of the things I'm into right now (besides plastic buckets of frozen, pre-mixed margaritas and Owen Wilson.)
All of this is to say that I am swan-songing Son of Max. I feel enough has changed from when I've started it that I'd like to start anew. If you know me, you'll get links to my new stuff whether you like it or not. If you don't know me, thanks for reading and let me know if you have any interest in either of my new gigs. I can't promise there will be any posts devoted to my crotch or stories about our pagan family's attempt to assign meaning to various holidays, but I will do my very best to keep it real on the EC.
Posted by Max at June 25, 2007 09:36 PM