Letters I'll Never Send, Ed. #1

I'm going to see Jeff Mangum tonight.

It reminds me of the time we spoke of names and you mused that "Tambourine Face" was perfect, referencing In An Aeroplane Over The Sea.

It reminds me of the time that I found a tambourine face costume and wanted to send it, but refrained. And the time I found the artist who painted that, along with a full series just like it. You would have liked it.

To be honest, I don't know who to tell about this. I don't know who will be as excited with and for me. I don't know because we don't really talk anymore.

You see, I opened my text messages to send you one, but then I noticed that the last two things I sent went unanswered. I chose not to disclose this impending Jeff Mangum concert, because why would I set myself up for someone who won't care?

When we first stopped talking back in 2009, I started this blog and would write every time I thought about talking to you. By the time I was done, the feeling had passed. I'm trying to relearn how to stop doing things that I know will inevitably hurt me. So this letter is the first in a series titled "Letters I'll Never Send."

You're my first victim. But don't worry, it's anonymous.

Until then, please reference Jon Sands' "A working list of things I will never tell you."

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

As you can probably see, this blog has been active for over three years, and I haven't used it in almost two. So why resurrect it?

For a few months now, I wanted to start writing more in my free time about non-music and culture-related things. It's what I've been doing for years and what I chose as a career. But as someone who has tried every popular blogging platform since the age of 13, I feel a little empty without a place to rest my head.

But I think I'm mostly hesitant when I think about my journey as an adult blogger.

You see, I've gone from blogging regularly to "blogging" regularly (see: tumblr). When I started Ocean of Noise in 2009, it was a way to start working towards my career instead of focusing on a bad breakup. By the time I moved it to Wordpress (where it remains up and running), I was starting to work as a freelance writer and beginning to question how I wanted to conduct my career.

Now, a year after I've graduated college, the only thing I've accomplished is to successfully fall into the category of post-grads that are unable to pay their bills. Go me.

This Cryptomnesia will be a recount of events that happen to me. I'm not sure how forthcoming I will be in my writing, but I will promise that despite whatever musings and photography I share with you, this blog will represent me and the things I do every day.

Really, I'm just trying to find a place where I belong, even if that place is floating around in the digital ash of the internet.


Within the next few days, I'll find time to redo the layout and make myself a banner. Until then, please excuse the mess as I clean up shop. And as always, thank you for coming by; I hope to see you again.