Memories, Like A Window On Your Mind

I followed a thread this evening from a reader (via the logs) and started reading the posts I made in March of this year. “Wow, that guy was desperate,” I thought. I also thought hard about, based on what I know now, what that mess meant. More importantly, if the writing was any good.

The chickenhawk stuff is—as you would imagine—passe at this point, but you could count on that. The job stuff is charming and naive. The social commentary appears a little tired.

Hindsight IS 20/20 after all.

The writing does appear to be much more lively than what has appeared here in the last couple of weeks though. For that I apologize. The new job has been fairly taxing so it has kept me from devoting as much energy as I would like.

On top of adding comments to this thing (just click on the post date below), I think that I’ll revive The Question only because I miss it. Question ideas will be welcome as usual, and I will write it (unless my former compatriots want to get back in the game). So plan on a new Question on Monday the 17th with all the dumb goodness that it used to bring.

Beyond that, I had a very productive, if sticky, day building and deploying computers. I also took a little trip to the airport to pick up somebody I’m no longer allowed to mention here. You know, some person. An entity if you will.

Purposefully vague,

bob