So I'm just doing a simple one to stay in the journaling discipline of this website.

I started this whole project while I was unemployed, after spending about 6 months fixing up The Icehouse and associated property.

I lost momentum this past week because I had started a new job (let's just leave that at that, for now.)

And, oh, what a momentum to break! You should have seen the fantasies I had in my head about the wonderfully elaborate, ornate, frenetic, chaotic and tasteful websites I was going to design! I was going to be an underground, anonymous internet legend for decades to come! Only to those who really deserve to know though, of course.

And here's to the day where that may still come to be.

I'm planning on building a website dedicated to The Icehouse. Something very simple and tasteful. The majority of it should be similar to a photographer's portfolio, containing pictures of the house and the property. Shots that I like of the house. Nooks and crannies, little moments around the property. Mini stories of its being. I can't wait.

Work is about dedication. The prayer of dedication. The thought just popped up in my head "Well, why not just get started on that website now!" But of course work is not something you can just push a button in order to simply fill time and space. For what reason do I work? For what host of reasons? What lineage does the work spring forth from and subsequently serve? For what purpose's purpose?