It is ten on a Saturday night. On one computer I have some video I'm working on waiting to be processed. On this computer I have three lectures that need to be produced. A show I want to watch has just finished downloading. I just clicked over to this tab in FireFox (I have eight open) to close it and thought I really should at least post something, if only to get at least one post in April. I have an incredibly hard time writing anything in this space at the moment, because it feels like there's a potential audience. Ever since last September, when all of a sudden my blog posting on that incident turned into local news, I've been careful about what I post here. That's also had the effect of me not writing personal journals anymore, because it's all part of the same big mish-mash, all typed up on a computer in my basement. But, as I said, it's ten on a Saturday night and what do I do? The kids are in bed. My wife is asleep, or at least, is heading that way. I sh
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.