I'm taking a year-end break from my current life to contemplate in depth: dreams, goals, fears, failures, relationships... rise and ruin.

Life has broken on an uncharted island. I am salt-washed and ground smooth, like the shards of sea glass strewn across this uninhabited shore. Somewhere far above my dot of land in endless blue surf hovers a castle in the sky. I'm throwing coconuts at it.

If you've come here to read, there are plenty of archives at hand. If you're looking for fresh words and a voice biased toward reason, swing over to Doug Miller's den of mischief. Doug's recently renewed his weblog and seems to have found the writer's equivalent of greasy kid stuff, because he's going gangbusters. He's turned me on to stacks of good fiction, political views and software opinions and entertained me with sharp wit and general curmudgeonry for some time. His original weblog was one of the inspirations for my own attempts.