Tue 27 Mar 2007
So, my fantastic new blog plan is to revert to my old plan. That is, put something out in the virtual air every monday, wednesday, and friday.
It’s very tempting NOT to blog. I’ve been posting infrequently for about a month. During that month, I have received an unprecedented number of phone calls, in-depth emails, and chats from various long-lost friends and relatives. Coincidence? Hardly. If not blogging means I get to hear from you, I’m all for permanent hiatus! Or maybe I can just randomly quit now and again to see what human contact I can rustle up. I love to hear from you fine people.
It’s way past my bedtime. Today the wind is blowing at banshee levels. The desert dust is all roiled up and the palm trees look ridiculous, like 80′s rock stars with their hair blowing first this way then that. The air was the color of peanut butter. I’ve been wondering what a dust sandwich would taste like. If there’s one thing I detest it’s a mouthful of grit. I bet the Iron Chef guys could make an interesting Dust Ice Cream. That should be the next secret ingredient.