If Gallycat.com is not bringing you here…

The redirect for http://gallycat.com should be pointing you here instead of blogger. But if it isn’t, as I found was the case with the Camino browser on my work machine, clear your cache. 😀

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Progress apace

Updates continue… have the beginnings of my blogroll, mostly faith-related at this time but will be expanding gradually.
The archives are slowly coming up to par. Much of what I’m doing right now is migrating livejournal posts in from my old Deviathan journal and then editing both old gallycat posts and deviathan posts to reflect the style format of an open blog–using first names only or internet handles for personal friends, calling my son “K” and my partner “DFH”. But as I go back in time, the partner names will change; I’ve had several relationships since I started keeping an online journal. So I guess for them I’ll try to come up with nicknames that will reflect who they were at the time to me.

Right now, the meat and bones of this journal is still primarily faith-related, but that is going to be changing rapidly as I incorporate other content here. Also, for those of you who read this via a feed, you may occasionally see backdated posts appear when I create a new entry for old content without using the import tool on wordpress.

I love going through my old content, however. There have been a lot of LOL moments in the past few years that I had totally forgotten about.

Moving pains

I have a lot of work to do on this site. I’ve merged my old Gallycat livejournal–well, at least, back to 2005 when I started faithblogging there–with my Gallycat blogspot. I need to do some serious information architecture tweaking (that is, develop a category system that’s actually USEFUL), migrate my widgets and blogrolls, and notify the blog-i-verse that I’m back at it in earnest.

That last bit is the easiest. Hey, I’m back at it in earnest. Pass it on.

Holy holy moley

Traffic is suddenly up here, and I can only imagine you lovely folks are here from Episcopal Cafe. At St. Anne’s, we like to belt out a healthy howdy to each newcomer, so….

WELCOME!

My bio to the right is a little tongue-in-cheek, but apt enough. But feel free to introduce yourself. After all, this is the lounge, where you can freewheel and unwind a little bit.

It's gallycat, not galleycat

Why Gallycat?

In anime, Battle Angel Alita was one of the first animes that I saw and fell in love with. I don't follow the form obsessively, but this one, Evangelion, and Star Blazers are the three that have affected me the most. Gally was the character's name in the series, but in America, they transposed her name with her cat's, and Gally became the cat, Alita the character. I like the play on words that comes from Gally and cat, but when I coined this journal sometime in 2002, as a place to be anonymous, it seemed fitting to hide behind the angel:

Doc Ido, a doctor and mechanic who lives and works in the hellish, postapocalyptic “Scrapyard”, finds the – miraculously preserved – remains of a female cyborg in a junk heap. After he revives and rebuilds her, the preternaturally strong, amnesiac “Gally” begins to forge a life for herself in a world where every day can bring a fight for life.

That resurrection, that postapocalyptic quest for salvation is something I can really relate to, so when it came time to convert one of my several dozen parked journals into a faith blog, I brought it here. Particularly when I first came back to faith and was terrified of how my friends would react to a neoreligious Helen.

At any rate, I've gotten onto one of the webrings as “Galleycat,” and I want to make very clear that this is not in any way related to the galleycat of mediabistro fame. It is, however, funny: I am a magazine editor by profession. One of the proof stages in publishing is called “galleys.”

Now, as for Gallycat's Abbey–it's got a nice assonance to it, but more importantly this has become my retreat. It's a place where all are welcome, and it's a place where I can have my metagarden. It's set apart from my other hangouts, but all of those places have direct paths here. You might find me in the library, in the pulpit, at the table, in an alcove, in the garden, or feeling my way around the walls while my eyes are closed. This is my abbey. I have ghosts that walk the cemetary, wildlife playing in the courtyard, and music blasting from the steeple.

I'm a weird one, that's for sure.