A word about your author

I heard, indirectly, that somone who had read this, but that I don't generally communicate with individually, was surprised to hear from someone who heard from someone who was reading over someone else's shoulder that I was doing things which weren't mentioned directly in these posts.

I never presumed that my life was interesting enough to merit detailed entries about my daily travails.

Gee, that's a swell word, isn't it? "Travail." Not entirely accurate, though. I do very little hard labor these days, apart from occasionally hoisting a kid upside down by his ankles and shaking him to see what falls out of his pockets.

Anyway, here is a brief update that's only stuff to do with me. No politics or anything.

I'm in the process of applying to grad school. This working schtick is for the birds. It's high time to get back to the bosom of academia.

I went to the Shin-Yokohama Ramen Museum again yesterday. That makes my ninth visit in four years, and my seventh time going specifically to take somone else there for the first time.

My bicycle, which I got for free, has a flat tire.

I can make a pretty good Japanese-style curry. Which I did on Friday. It was great, and I'm going to eat the leftovers tonight.

In my opinion, the song "Papa Was A Rolling Stone", by The Temptations, is simply excellent. You should have a copy of it.

Gotta go. More later.

But I ain't promising when.