Yeah, about that.  I’d say I owe about five posts documenting 
the past 6 weeks: my 30th birthday in Vermont, moving away from 
Austin, visiting Lulu in SF, moving Jon Whitmore from Phoenix 
to DC...  excuses be damned, but it has something to do with 
most of that taking place very recently and when I was literally 
on the road, and it’s inconvenient use a computer inside a car, 
particularly while driving.  

To make amends, I’m going to get caught up via special bonus 
posts over the next (I hope) three weeks.  I’ll retroactively 
slip the catch-up posts into the otherwise chronological stream, 
forming a zany Tarantino-esque nonlinear story out of my otherwise 
strictly-limited-by-the-inexorable-plodding-forward-progress-of-time 
life.  You’ll be amazed at my shocking postmodernism!  You’ll 
learn what the fuck is going on!  

So stay tuned for all of that hilarity and brouhaha and to-do 
and fanfare (note: this is an allusion to the new Beastie Boys 
album which you didn’t buy because no one has said anything good 
about it.  Clever you!  ‘Crawl Space’ has a very nice drum 
break, though.).