Yeah, it's been quite a while since I've attended to this blog. Spring has sprung a plethora of projects and deadlines: new humanities lectures, off-site presentations, final deliberations on a book set to appear in April (I hope!) - and more potently, reminders from outside my normal flow of teaching, writing, chatting, and traveling that other parts of my life must occasionally take precedence. No complaints here, just an observation that John Lennon was right: "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." One consequence is that I find myself falling into the old blogging trap that presumes that all posts must somehow
mean something. They don't, of course, any more than any exercise must "mean something." Blogging is gesture, blogging is practice, blogging is invite, blogging is draft, blogging is ephemeral. It can be more, but it doesn't have to be. Accordingly I offer nothing more than a goofy warning sign I spotted yesterday at the Scotts Valley Nob Hill. Make of it what you will. Or don't. Either way, I'll be back soon.
