All Good Things...

It is with strange sadness that I end this blog. I say "strange" because talking to an imaginary audience has been my sanity through the lonely adventure of life-in-New Jersey. I say "sad" because I am a sentimental fool who cherishes even the smallest and briefest pleasures in life.

The name of this blog is the strongest motivating factor for ending it. As you know, I am no longer "live from New Jersey". And, frankly, I haven't decided if I'll start up a new blog. In a few months (in December) my life is expected to change drastically and I'm not sure if I will have time to document it in significant ways. If I do, I imagine that my paper journal (that dusty book now packed in a box, currently crossing the country with all of my other earthly possessions... i.e. other books) will likely get a lot of love in the days to come. I anticipate that I will have a lot of real-live people to engage with and that the relational scandal that will inevitably ensue will be fully disclosed in the pages of that bound book (instead of on public display for the world to read as I have bemoaningly acknowledged and yet desperately needed for lack of a real-live community over the past 2 years). And anyway, I'm tired of censoring myself so severely, even though some of you might not imagine that I do this.

As you must know by now, I live through still-images and will likely need a venue for displaying the emotive moments of life caught on film. And, as you must also know, I have moments of rhetorical inspiration that might also need an outlet. So, the likelihood of a new blog emerging is strong, although it may take a different shape than this one.

But I believe that this blog has a few good posts yet to come, even though all good things must (eventually) come to an end.