Back in 2005, I started a page on my site that I called my blog. It wasn’t technically a real blog (that seemed scary back then – all that exposure), but it was a homegrown log of goodness nevertheless and came to bear the name “desultory and mellifluous,” as a descriptor of life in general, that being random and sweet all at once.

Below is the leading text that appeared in the header. It’s all a textual clip art from a great journal I kept while I lived in Bozeman, MT, for a spell. It was a journal that held down the bits of brilliance that struck me or flittered by throughout the days in that most sweetest of all places on planet earth situated at the 44th parallel (I love you, Southwest Montana).

The following is full of inside jokes, double entendres, juicy nuggets of wow, and it captures the mind-map of the mission statement, or perhaps just the statement, of the blog’s flavor (which is closely aligned with the modus operandi of the author (moi)).  Without further ado…

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Desultory and Mellifluous. another day, another mind-boggling adventure. momentary fragments of pure genius. glistening with gossamer wings around the woods of holly. gracias a dios. Be safe and holy. ebullience. zenith. acumen. quixotic. dwell in possibility. be an ‘eye smiler.’ labyrinth. niveous. I am on fire dreaming of you. dervish. eclectic. nadir. felicity. all that you are seeking is also seeking you. that makes me feel all wiggly. it is better to have a few good men than a flock of morons. nexus. gallivant. Gallatin. hell of a place to lose a cow. hfy. the waiting is the hardest part. and wuwu. run towards the volcano. in tune with the winds and the ecstasy of the earth and the singing of the wild and lonely sky. let their be loveliness, let their be martinis. grass, cloud, lizard, or twilight? leave no wish unwished. sometimes the world is so beautiful you can hardly stand it. effete. whorl. and what I meant to say is XXOO which means I’m thinkin of ya which means I’ve been thinking of you all along. there is more to life than searching for work, finding work, then working. in truth, there is no divorce between philosophy and life. the world is like the impression left by the telling of a story. each memory that has left it’s trace with me, lingers forever, as if part of me. singularity. wallflower. copasetic. act without inattention. unravel your inner sari. you owe me a new acorn. half blanketed in all the memories. aloha. it’s not a daydream if you decide to make it your life. brio. yes she said and again yes and his hands and yes she said again she said yes. shine on you crazy diamond. synchrotize. chocolate-dipped damsel fish. ganache. ganesha. denouement. velleity. outthewindow.com. defenestrate. fervid. sagacious. superfluous. muliebrity. I know not what it is, but with gratitude my tears fall. the land of nod is just east of eden. all hat and no cattle. your pain is breaking the shell that encloses your understanding. tears are not arguments. afflatus. the rewards of religious study are not in mortal hands, we all know that. effulgence. alpenglow. bodacious. to be strong enough to live without answers, to be a flaming inquiry that playfully explores the ever mutating truth.