It feels new here again.  As if no one is watching or waiting for me to write.  As if there are no expectations to live up to some social networking hype.  Maybe it's because so many of  those who once were here have moved beyond.  Maybe it's because Xanga has dwindled in its old age and seems infantile once again as sometimes happens to some old folks riding in the caboose of life.  It's good. It's tight.