It might be a diary, an archive, a sketchpad, a sleeping giant.
It might exist, or it might not.
Maybe it only routes emails.
Maybe it exists in volumes upon volumes of things you aren’t allowed to see, or maybe it doesn’t.
It belongs to Brian L.
If you are here, you probably already knew that and know how to reach him.
If not, you can see things from him on facebook (where he is pseudo-social), or LinkedIn (where he is a professional), or twitter (archiving his daughter’s ramblings), or on CoincidentPair (where he arranges recording things), or on DecibelMastering (where he may or may not be starting another professional audio adventure).