Giving Beaner a rest

It seems incred­i­ble that a dozen years have passed since the first issue of The Float­ing Egg rolled off the print­er and out through the mails to meet an unsus­pect­ing world. In those black and white pages, crowd­ed with ram­bling sen­tences (and par­en­thet­i­cal asides), a young writer found his space to grow, to find his voice, to exper­i­ment, and to thrive.

As he gained con­fi­dence and read­er­ship (and who can say which led to the oth­er?), the page count grew, and so did the mail­ing list. It was a beau­ti­ful, heady time to be a young man putting words out into the world to be read, just past the peak of the ‘zine era, and Bean­er threw him­self into desk­top pub­lish­ing with shame­less aplomb.

But then col­lege was over, and while life cer­tain­ly con­tin­ued to be very inter­est­ing, Bean­er spent far more ener­gy liv­ing it than he did writ­ing about it, and The Float­ing Egg shriv­eled, and ulti­mate­ly died, large­ly from neglect, an endem­ic lack of focus and ded­i­ca­tion to any­thing but the con­tin­u­ous cir­cuit of local water­ing holes. The silence that ensued was large­ly reflec­tive of the utter lack of out­put on the part of the erst­while writer.

And then he dis­cov­ered Blog­ger, and the spark burst into flame once again. While this blog has always been spo­radic at best, there have been some ter­rif­ic moments along the way, and it has been most inter­est­ing to see the voice on these posts move fur­ther and fur­ther beyond the fre­net­ic lim­i­ta­tions of the col­lege-age Bean­er, lim­i­ta­tions that — for bet­ter or worse — formed a vital part of the per­sona. So per­haps it was inevitable that, at some point, the writ­ing must go on and on, and Bean­er must even­tu­al­ly fall by the way­side. That day has at last arrived.

So, Bean­er, we salute you, and bid you a fond Adieu. Thanks for the many, many, many words, and may the best parts of your spir­it con­tin­ue to live and grow in these pages.

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