My first Post

Everyone else has a blog or a myspace page or a face book face or whatever, so I figured I better have one too. Even if I never use it, at least I can say I have one. My family has two blogs running, one about the sustainable farm (triskelesfarm.com) and one about our children. But there are things I want to say that don't fit into those rubrics. So I created a space where I could talk about the leftovers, the spare parts of my identity, everything else that's left of me. such as some of my more radical musings, my hunting experiences or my anti-racist self. We are all complex individuals and though the bolgisphere grants us certain non-linear freedoms, we still get put in boxes don't we? I mean, I'm writing in a box right now! So this blog will be my place to wax this way and that, bending the bars of my cage as it were. Besides, what IS left of me?

So here's something I don't get to talk about much, archery. See the photo above. That's what you call "Robin Hooded"! It doesn't happen very often, and I can't say I even meant it to happen, but it did happen. In case you can't make it out that's an arrow shot into the butt of another arrow. COOL!