...and with a whisper
First off, it wasn't rehab.
Nor did I spend a quiet time in the lovely confines of the Shady Rest Home.
Let's also tick off: not a day of jail, wasn't climbing a mountain, traveling in Tahiti, or visiting my cousin to have my secret love child.
I wanted to stop. To see if I missed it. If I missed them. If I missed you.
I missed you, but not them. And I eventually did miss it.
So, as promised, I'm back. Well, back here. I never left there.
What will I talk about?
I read a bit. I'll talk about a couple of the high points sooner or later.
I'm still a card carrying liberal, holding the far left end of the tug rope that is politics. So, I'm sure I'll have something to say about that. But with subtlety, like the smoke from a distant fire.
Music. I still like music.
Movies. Though you wouldn't believe how few I watched in the last three months.
Baseball: America's primary contribution to the arts.
And some other stuff. God knows I don't want to be pigeonholed.
What I won't bring up again:
boing-boing. I did very well letting someone else bring up their lapses in accuracy. At least I think someone was holding their pens to the fire. I never read it once in the last three months. I am cured. I hope.
Sun-Ra: I never mentioned him before, and will continue that after today's lapse.
Bloggers who decry their lack of influence.
Bloggers who inflate their influence.
My eldest sister. It's been 17 years. I'm going for a family record.
And some other stuff. Still working on holing those pigeons.
So, uh. Thanks for coming back.
