Blogfly

And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning
And you and I reach over the sun for the river
And you and I climb clearer towards the movement
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas
—“And You and I, IV: Apocalypse,” Jon Anderson

OK, I’ll say it. I have a problem.

I spend way too much time on this blog. Not reading, of course. Writing. Not good. Why?

Because I should just be banging this stuff out. I mean, it’s a blog, not a novel. A blog is maybe a step up from newspapers—no one reads them anymore. Then again, maybe not.

Come to think of it, newspapers and the Web really aren’t all that different. Newspapers are transient things, gone in a day. Websites are transient things that hang around a little longer. The words on my blog set up camp in homepage cyberspace a week or two, then disappear into the archives, never to be seen again. (Except by those who truly have too much time on their hands.)

The upshot of this is, you’ll be reading more of me in 2006. I’m shooting for three times a week, especially after the move to Brooklyn in April. Heck, then I'll have to change the name of our parkng space. Hell's Kitchen Dispatch no more. What next? The Brooklyn Bum? I kinda like the sound of that.

But I won't be spending as much time here as I used to. Writing, anyway. So excuse the occasional typo and clumsily expressed thought. Don’t’ pay it no mind if I occasionally weigh in at under 300 words. This thing here is a work in progress. Know what I’m saying? Of course you do.

Until next time, el cielo es azul. Enjoy. (What did I just say?)