Since I am deep in the thesis completion space at the moment, I keep being surprised by the perfectly cogent fragments of writing I find buried in discarded notebooks or ‘older’ drafts. They come in handy. I’m less pleasantly surprised when ideas that seemed like epiphanies at the time (on the ferry, at 3 in the morning, whatever) reappear worded differently (but not really better) over and over and over again. But as they say, it’s all good, and the final draft is so close I can taste it.

In any case, if nothing else this post should explain my recent slackness re the blog.