It's nice to meet you.

You’ve caught me at a strange time.

I live in Grand Rapids, MI. It’s nice here. We’ve got tall buildings, plenty of museums, minor league hockey, a zoo, and for about six months of the year, it’s cloudy, wet, and freezing -- and we’re right in the middle of it.

You’ve caught me at a strange time.

I just graduated film school, hence, I have no real job. It’s ok, really. I manage fine hopping from gig to gig. It’s a real nice way to go when you want to avoid tethers and commitments for a while. I guess I’m a little nomadic in that sense. It’s a very exciting way to live. I don’t really know what I’ll be doing next month, let alone next year.

You’ve caught me at a strange time.

There’s a lot of doors out there. There’s a lot of paths to take and a lot of places to see, and even though I’m a film grad and on my way to making the big move out to LA, there’s a big part of me that wants to file it all away for a while and move to Japan. Is there a better time to go than now? I say “of course not”, but my bank account has other opinions. I’m in a bit of a pickle.

You’ve caught me at a strange time.

But I’m here now. Getting back into the Blogging scene with this, the first of many posts. Maybe the title, “pell-mell” can give you a clue as to the content you should expect from this site, but if you’re not familiar with the term, let me hit you with some Webster:

pell-mell:

1. In a jumbled, confused manner; helter-skelter.

2. In frantic disorderly haste; headlong: "I went to work pell-mell, blotted several sheets of paper with choice floating thoughts" (Washington Irving).

And there you have it -- the perfect description.

I’m Stephen Pell, it’s nice to meet you.

p.s. Also, there will be music lyrics -- just a heads up.

[There is a girl in New York City who calls herself “The Human Trampoline”. And sometimes when I'm falling flying or tumbling in turmoil I say “Whoa, so this is what she means”...]