The Prosies have a new home
Back in about 2004, Okelle got all lazy and jumped over to a hosted content management solution with neat security features and a goat for a mascot. For entries after May of 2004, please see here: http://okelle.livejournal.com

Please note that some entries are locked to friends and subsets of friends. If you wish to get the deep and juicy secrets, you'll need to sign up for a Livejournal account and convince Okelle that you're wicked cool and somewhat discreet. 'Cause, you know, the Dooce phenomenon is real.

Otherwise, you'll just end up reading some silliness like this.

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About the Old Prosies
The Prosies bed was not a blog. It was something more formal than that. I keep a pen-and-paper diary, and that one contains my confessional-type secrets and the maudlin crappy details of my life that make so many blogs so boring.

The Prosies bed was more like a bed of seedlings, just sprouting out of the soil. Some of them will not survive, but in their infant stages they give a promise of what will come.

>> The newest seedling

>> Archive of mean young plants

>> Unpeeling the onion (no wrapping)s

>> Serial Boston