I don't want to have one of those blogs where every post necessarily begins with an apology for my absence. Or one where every post necessarily begins with an explanation for my absence. But the only way to avoid having one of those blogs is to be steadfast in writing, and steadfast is not a word people often use to describe me. [Steadfast is an odd word because steadfastness is never fast. It moves us, but slowly: the tortoise was steadfast. The need for novelty is steady's nemesis. Constancy drives a lemon.]
So but since obviously an apology and/or an explanation for my conspicuous absence is needed nonetheless, I decided to begin this post with a sentence or two about how not to begin a post [and then to go off on a tangent about steadfastness]. Yes yes, I haven't written in two and a half months. My apologies. The main problem is that most of things I want to blog about are just a sentence or two or three or ten, and I've sort of worked up a track record of meatier posts. But we can't go around living the expected life, now, can we? Can't live life dragged about by the reputation we made when we were more decently caffeinated, can we? So to this end, I've decided that short blog posts are ok. I'm not even going to post what I was going to post in this post, because this post is almost already too long.
But just for old times' sake... if you haven't already heard this fly-on-the-wall recording I did last month, I've included it below. It's a little somber, but all the good ones are.