After four weeks of silence, the task of updating this website has become as intimidating as starting a new one. The new entry should be Momentous, a reward or at least an explanation for patient friends who have dropped by week after week to see the same tired title.
Sorry. I’m in New York. I’m sick in the racking-cough, whole-body-aching way that’s inevitable after flying for 36 hours from the tropics to Manhattan in February. I’m taking seven subway rides a day in the urban equivalent of Chicken Bus travel, and fellow passengers are noting my phlegmy convulsions with the same distaste I recently had for shitting ducks in the opposite seat.
But I’m ba-ack.