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Hah. One quick boast about longevity and I fall silent for more than a month. I've been away, on holiday, and under lots of work pressure. No excuses, but …
Much has happened; the question is how to relate it. One big post is daunting. Lots of little ones too difficult. And that's a story in itsel...
My gosh. This blog has been going for more than a year, nearly. So I need to think. Do I keep all the postings from five quarters ago on view? Or redesign so that the past year is on view, but previous posts are not? Or go by calendar years? (No, that's a bad idea.) Tricky, or what?
I know I whine about content. And my reader complains both that some posts are boring and that I don't post often enough. It's because I really don't think the world needs to know about the petty trials and even smaller triumphs of my work life. And how much can one write about lazing at the dog beach by the lake? "There were some fights. And some humping. Dogs and people dozed in the sun." C'mon.
When I haven't posted anything for a while I feel like the great Fimoculous, who had to give up his blog to work on NBC's Olympic web site 1. "I miss my blog more than you do," he said he was thinking of having printed on a T-shirt.
It has suddenly become unaccountably hot, and today was St Peter and St Paul's day. They are the patron saints of Rome, and so the entire city takes a day off and decamps to the beach. Alas, Peter and Paul are not the patron saints of the commune where I work, so no holiday there. But the day still had an impact, mostly because of the traffic.
I've never really believed that adversity brings out the best in one, blitz spirit and all that. Yesterday I changed my mind. There was to be a little party here, and I had set my heart on serving Bloody Marys, even though it was Saturday and for some reason I associate Bloody Marys indelibly with...