Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
Just kidding! Of course that's James Joyce from his pop hit A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Very famous, read by me in college. “Smithy” is a blacksmith's shop, btw, just so we all know where we stand.
And of course I am heading for the holiday to the Land of Cheese & Dreams. I'll be back in time for the New Year and with new plans to breathe life back into this drear little web space, so stay tuned! In the meantime I wish you well, and better, whoever, wherever, not more or bigger or newer, just better. As always, be safe, be well, keep sober, take condoms.