This is Deena Danielle Bahri's humble web-ode...

I have the same feeling I get everytime I start writing in a new journal - a kind of fear of committment. This is much harder though - this must be how it feels to learn how to read. I want to figure out how to make this good before I start plastering things on the page. Until I do that, here's something to make you feel like it was worth your while to visit me...

This is from Toni Morrison's Beloved - it makes me think of my friends who are perpetually helping me to put my mind back together.

She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

I like that.

This is a reminder to myself to educate my ignorant ass about this stuff:

Deena, get tutored in web-weaving.

Here's what I think is amazing about the web, though I've only just arrived:

the way it connects you to people.
If you want to talk to me...