Time for a change ...

As some of you know, last summer I used my meager HTML skills to redesign this Web site to fit the vision I had always had for it. I really hate templates and I was SO happy to finally have a look that I was proud of. Unfortunately, I redesigned it in a way that made it looked all kinds of fucked up on every other computer in the world. I've been tinkering with it for months but just can't seem to get it right. I could get someone to fix it but it's looking like it would be more trouble than it's worth (if you're interested, though, be my guest ... I have cash). Short of professional help, however, I've finally decided just to make a clean break and, for now, let someone who knows what he/she is doing design my blog for me. The picture you see above is what I've looked at every day ... and as much as I hate to see it go, it's time to admit that NO ONE ELSE is seeing it. (There's a good, Virginia Woolf–esque life lesson in that, I'm sure.) So join me, if you will, in saying good luck and so long to MWF (I'm getting sick of that name, too, by the way) and joining me over at its successor, There's Himself: The Blog of Andrew Ivers. The blog you see before you (formerly Rags & Bones) has been around for three years, five months, and two hundred and sixty five posts. Although I hate to lose my niche in the blogosphere, I'm excited about having a site that people might start visiting again. You can expect the same kind of stuff—a lot of news, often if not daily, with my occasional commentary ... plus posts on film, literature, and other interesting stuff. And a decent essay thrown in at least once a month. Basically, an online version of my head. And, of course, you can read my book reviews (as soon as they exist) at The Middle East Reading Room, and my adventures in canonical literature at Litterae. So get your friends and come on other to thereshimself.com. It's time to get excited. MWF