No glove. No love.

I must take a moment to sing the praises of my friend Emilee. She has a new blog called Unrequited Gloves, where she documents rogue gloves at rock bottom. There's also a Twitter account.

For example:

Donna allowed herself a brief moment to remember her time spent on earth. If she could go back and change one thing, she wouldn't have been so cruel to Billy. He was always so kind and gentle, it shouldn't have mattered that he worked as a checkout clerk. At least he had a steady job. He could have been the love of her life, but now she'll never know. She threw it all away because of her pride and look where that got her.

(I found that glowing glove at Culinaria, BTW. It lends itself to such prose.)

I'm one of St. Louis' 'must-read contributors to the blogosphere'!

The Riverfront Times included my Girl, You Lost Your Weave project among their list of 13 of their favorite local blogs. What an honor! Here's the story that ran in the print edition. And here's a follow-up piece they ran to promote a blogger happy hour they hosted. (I was unable to attend.)

Hey, I'm starting a blog with no focus!

I've got the Girl, You Lost Your Weave blog, which is where I post photos of discarded weaves from the mean streets of St. Louis. And I've got the Viral Videos blog on STLtoday.com. And I occasionally contribute to the Culture Club blog on STLtoday.com.

Those blogs are all very specific. This one won't be. I aim for it to be a collection of random musings from my everyday life. Which, I suppose, is a sort of focus.

It's also a place to collect links to my various projects, social-media ventures and professional work.

And the name? It's the title of a song from the brilliant musical "[title of show]." Also, I love monkeys and theater. It all adds up, I figure.