anthillz

As of this writing, Mike Bingaman is not dead yet as far as he (and by he, I mean I since I’m writing this as far as I (and by I, I mean Mike Bingaman) can tell) can tell. Thanks for checking in. If you aren’t talking to me I’ve probably noticed it and then forgotten.

Since the last time I updated, I graduated from college, saw a good chunk of Western Europe, moved, found myself a real job, had a girlfriend who lived in Rome, read a bunch of books, saw a few decent movies, grew a beard, had opinions on things that I don’t care about anymore, shaved my head, grew my hair out, drank a few beers, became a mac guy, turned 23, realized I’m not as smart as I think I am, had some questions, stopped seeing people whose company I still enjoy, made some posters, drove a lot more than I wanted to, woke up early most days, realized something was right that I couldn’t put my finger on, realized something was wrong that I couldn’t put my finger on, got better at chess, bought a bed, shopped a lot and wanted things without buying much, directly communicated with Miles Davis in a dream, spent hundreds of dollars at Trader Joe’s and fantasized about what I was going to write this first post about. It’s been a while.

Bob’s server went down so I had to find a new one. Since I had to find a new server I thought I would start over again with the site. It still needs some work.
I don’t particularly like blogs. I think that they’re mostly a combination of pointless (today I went to Trader Joe’s and bought some soup), self-important (see: keep reading), as a medium too self-referential to really mean anything (even the best blogs are about little more than blogging), oh, and really uncool. They might have been cool for a minute in 2001 or something, I don’t remember. That’s ok though. Sometimes I still feel like writing things on the internet. There may not be a single person reading it, but the possibility is enough of a penance for me to do something. I’ll try not to write about my day or my total bewilderment. I’ll try to write things that I would want to read.

I do feel like I owe a lot of what I believe and know or believe I know to having had a website for a few years. As much as 99% of blogs make me cringe, I feel like this is where the capital-c Conversation is happening. Besides, 99% of anything makes me cringe.

The old site is located at http://anthillz.net/classic/

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