Vacation

The Manufacturers know this blog has been on a break while I absorbed Japan and elsewhere. It has been hard to write the same narrative that I’m used to posting about events that have been so complicated and bizarre. I’m happy that I’m the top google hit for my name and job field, though. I used to be on like the 9th page. Pretty soon, I’ll be dugg to the top and google ads will support my many fancies, Finnish pop (below) among them. Then my posts will be enriched by the scent of fame and an aura of being there as the next vanguard of cool is published recklessly over the airwaves.

Now that I have some nonymity to the greater world who cares to look for me, I can feel the addiction to the internet really setting in. I realize that blogspotters like fakesteve and mom2my6pack, mistressmatisse and noimpactman (a typepad member, actually) all started by writing to themselves, and came to constitute the core of a frivolous and interesting way of communicating in my circle (the circle of life, I think).