Tree Rings

I put this website together almost 10 years ago. It's really embarrassing to look back at those first blog posts. Well, to look back at all of it really. I've written hundreds of thousands of words since then. Probably more. My interests have changed. My style has evolved. My knowledge on my expertise has expanded exponentially. 

But that's the thing. If I didn't look back at my old posts, or this weird design, or the intro that might have the most complex sentence structure I've ever seen; then I wouldn't see myself growing as a writer. I'm not saying I'm great right now. I'm still growing and hopefully will never stop. But I'd say I've written a good sentence or two. 

My first reaction is to delete all this. Tear it all down and burn the splinters, but fuck it. What's the point in hiding my garbage. I'll keep them visible and on display. It's like a forest preserve, showing off the cross section of a Red Wood, lacquered and labeled with the date of the moon landing or when a conquistador plowed his way through the middle of this landmass. Maybe someone will read it and learn something from it. Or maybe all I can hope for is it wont actively hurt anyone.