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Excuses
Category: Navel Gazing...
Posted Friday, September 28, 2007 at 03:37 PM [GMT-6]

It would be presumptuous of me to offer an apology for the silence around here, as that would imply that someone missed the blatherings that appear periodically, and I doubt that's the case (except, perhaps, for Lyle, who apparently is ready to appear as the poster child for the sad state of commercial airline travel in our country. "Esteemed members of this Congressional panel, let me summarize by saying that if the quality of air travel has indeed been reduced to the point where decent, hard-working citizens must pass their time in terminals by reading the "Fire Ant Gazette," then I submit to you that there can be no argument that the terrorists have, indeed, won.").

In truth, the combination of paying college tuition and building a new house works wonderfully in causing one to focus on revenue-generating activity, a classification into which this here blog-like thing doesn't even peek over the edge, let alone fall. (That, by the way, continues to be a source of mystery to me, given the universal appeal of Gazette merchandise. Order some stuff, folks!)

That's not to say that I haven't devoted considerable mental effort to blogging. It's just that I go out on a bike ride and compose these elaborate, witty, and sophisticated essays in my mind, fully intending to pixelize them when I return, but finding that (1) they don't look so good when transferred from the mushy confines of my brain, or (b) it's too much trouble. I mean, after all, I already wrote them once, in my head; why should I do it all again? (Then there's the not inconsequential fact that you're not coming here for "elaborate, witty, and sophisticated." You're coming here for photos of Abbye, and tips for folding fitted sheets.)

Then there's the recovery from my bicycle wreck. Oh, did I not tell you about my bike wreck last Friday? Oh, well, we seem to be out of time. Maybe later.

The thing about blogging is that even a post of excuses is still a post. Believe me, I've got plenty more where this one came from.

Say, what do you guys know about Lucy Woodward?

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This was no cycling accident!

Well, I hope you're okay and I hope no land sharks were involved.

"Wreck" sounds bad.

Posted by: Jim at September 28, 2007 04:21 PM

I wrote you a snappy, witty e-mail early this morning, then deleted it after I had second thoughts. I'm glad to know that work has been keeping you busy instead of something dire. Gotta pay for bandwidth after all (plus tuition and that new house!). Sorry about the wreck.

Posted by: Deborah at September 28, 2007 08:36 PM

Jim, I'm still sore in various places, but it definitely could have been worse. And the bike is fine. ;-)

Deborah, I'm always excited to get snappy, witty emails!

Posted by: Eric at September 29, 2007 07:14 AM

As a teacher, here is what I hear when I read the above post:

"Wahwaa, wah wah waaa." (That's a la Charlie Brown)

"Abbye ate my blog post."

"Well, see she ate the cord to my Air Port so I couldn't connect to the Internet. Cause obviously she couldn't actually eat the post, it being electronic and everything."

"(To oneself) Hmm, still no sympathy...pull out the big guns...(Aloud) I was in a bike wreck."

"No really. It was a wreck. But everything's ok. I'm hurt just badly enough that I can work but not blog. Cause the muscles used are very different, doncha know?" (I am really glad you're ok! Don't care overly that the bike is ok, but I know the bizarre connections guys have with their bikes.)

"Um. You people need lives if you're wandering around waiting for me to post."

Ahem. Lyle isn't the only one who missed you.

Posted by: beth at September 29, 2007 08:44 AM

That Beth! Zing with the snappy and witty ;)

I was trying to find the word "eidetic," which I misspelled a dozen ways before a prompt helped me ... but the bunny trail led me to this website that sells fonts. I know you have access to a million fonts, but this site has essays about fonts, which I thought was exceptional. One of the fonts is named eidetic.

http://www.emigre.com/index.php

P.S. I would have written this note exactly as I wrote it before, but I am not eidetic!

Posted by: Deborah at September 29, 2007 10:10 AM

Singer/songwriter, pop/soul, dumb girls...why do you ask?

And we do too care to read whatever you choose to blather about...it's much more enlightening than the 6 o'clock news. Perhaps you could dictate your posts while riding your bike and just post a link to the audio files.

And how about some photos of the bike wreck injuries? Glad you're okay.

Posted by: gwynne at September 29, 2007 11:20 AM

Beth, if I wasn't mortally injured before, I am now. ;-)

Deborah, thanks a lot for making me spend time that I might have devoted to valuable pursuits like photographing baby squirrels but which instead went to looking up "eidetic." All men are eidetic, by the way, at least with regard to certain subjects, which do not include pages from dictionaries and thesauri.

The Emigre essays are an interesting lot. Here's a quote that jumped out and demanded a spotlight:

The illiterate graphic designer has become an unfortunate stereotype (like wearing all black and being overworked and under-valued [stop whining]).

Heh.

Singer/songwriter, pop/soul, dumb girls...why do you ask?

You had to Google her, didn't you? G'head; admit it. It's ok. Oh wait; you have a teenager at home. Never mind.

And how about some photos of the bike wreck injuries?

Careful what you wish for. ;-)

Posted by: Eric at September 29, 2007 02:13 PM

I'm still waiting for the story of the bike wreck...

Posted by: Rach at October 2, 2007 04:37 AM

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