Although certainly hiding behind my usual habit of flurries of posts followed by long stretches of the lights being on but nobody home would not be unreasonable, I've really had some shakeups this month, culminating in...really no idea. I'm sleeping at a different house without at the same time being able to say I even have one right now. I've taken on the saying "But I Have No-One to Blame but Myself" as a radical quality-assurance guarantee.
They're absolutely correct: freedom isn't free, but neither is the power-source you use to blog from your parents' basement. Not that I was ever in the basement, or that there was one....
I am pleased and honored by your visit! This is my story; THIS MAY NOT BE YOUR BLOG. Go in peace, or witness the graceless/graced emergence of a blogger from the inside of his own head.
When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things. At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present, I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known.--Paul's First Letter to the Corinthians 13:11-12
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