Haylo

First entry in what is now my fourth blog.

Said the mother woodchuck to her pups: "Here's your new digs. Watch out for lawn mowers and hawks and dumbasses with .22's."

I think in this blog I'm just gonna stick with the formative, the public, the language and formation that comes as one journeys with the great woodchuck mother, the transcendant one, the one who gives birth to new language, new ideas, transformations. So it's gonna be a working site and a worksite, a woodchuck den in which the young pup waddles out into his new life, embracing the dark and familiar world underground, and the strange wonderland and hazards of the world above ground--the land of squinting and awkward locomotion, the land of lush grass and vegetable gardens, the land of floods and jackasses who throw rocks.

O brave new world!

I embrace thee!