I'm Gone

...until the weekend. Trying to blog on dial-up is like pushing a rope uphill, plus I have nothing to say.

It's funny how things that seem so intense and crucial in the course of my everyday life lose some luster when I just walk away from it all for a while. As I gaze at mashed potatoes and gravy and hear the din of relatives over at the big people's table, I return to an old suspicion: that I want my tombstone to say something other than, "He was really pissed at 'the left' for the longest time. Kept going on and on about 'the left.' Wouldn't shut up about it. Man." (I'm counting on a pretty big tombstone.)