To Spoon, Or Not To Spoon?

Spoon?  I hope you’ll contribute something to prove (mostly to me) that this isn’t just my blog.  Care to?  As a larger question, will it even work as a way to share stories?  I have no idea.  An experiment.

But then the original spoon, was a sort of experiment too.  Would it work?  We had no idea.  Would anyone want to share stories like this, across the wires?  Four years later, after nearly 3000 editions of the Spoon Digest, 36 thousand stories, 14 million words, and 88 million characters, we had to admit that yep, I guess yeah, it might work okay.

In the eight years since we closed the doors of the Spoon, I’ve been thinking there was a kind of creative hole in my life. A certain missing something.  A creative spark that was missing.  Maybe it was the Spoon.  Maybe it was something else.  We’ll see, I guess.  An experiment.  I hope you’ll try with me.

Love,
The Spoon

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One Comment

  1. bcandelaria
    Posted August 1, 2008 at 12:01 am | Permalink

    I prefer to wander alone, but I have a deep respect for the intimate language friends share when sipping a 22 of IPA on a cliff hanging over the ocean. I can tell I am falling in love with this one spririt that lives on the other side of that curvy hill protecting us from the wanderings of the general public. I keep thinking as I ride my bike, about that smile that made me turn in my bed late at night wanting to grab a small piece of skin. I want to advocate for the human right to love and be broken and then put it somewhere to be publicly viewed with hate and secret desire to be the one that made it. If I laughed as loud as I cried then I know it a fuckin beautiful day. sometimes that old witch cackle laugh I am known for shakes the bench I am sitting on gathering those old wounds into a thick map. I have questions and seek the silence of being alone on a sunday.


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