So: I'm taking a break from surfing, from perusing this fine website. Not to be dramatic, of course; I have no beef nor "beef" with SG, nor erotica, nor internet pornography. This is not a typical "I'm leaving the internet" rant. Rather, following the events of the summer, I am refocusing my effort. Where last I wrote regularly -- in an almost proto-blogger fashion (though in reality it was just "words of wisdom" sent weekly (on Fridays) to my two Peace Corps-Romania mates, Thor & [a man who shares his name, first & last, with a renowned internet publisher of musico-critico pith]) -- seven years ago, I am getting back to it. I am going to write a novel, one that has been slow-roasting in my imagination since Feb '03, spending evenings outlining it at Marco Polo Restaurant in Deva, Romania. I am going to start going to bar-trivia on a weekly basis, again. I am going to take a Tango class.

&, no, the novelling affectation is not due the impending Twenty-ten installment of the National Novel-writing Month. It is not a regrettable coincidence, either.

The impulse to attack my tome, then, struck toward the end of September, my first weeks back to work (part-time), & even more, doing three-days-weekly cardiac rehab. Endeavouring to physical improvement -- my body is doing remarkably, for the surgery it required; I chalk it to youth (most thirty year olds don't have aneurysm repairs) & general (if not specific) good fortune in health, rarely taking ill -- I saw a need to increase my occupational, intellectual, & hobbyist condition. That the introspection came in autumn, when mine usually does, with or without life-saving surgery, is unsurprising. That others feel the same, thus NANO.... NANO... NANOTGONNAWORKHERENOMORE, does not surprise either. & simply, I will ride this wave with them.

&, hopefully, by 1st December, with only about 152 hopefuls sets in the hole, I shall return.

See...

So: I'm taking a break from surfing, from perusing this fine website. Not to be dramatic, of course; I have no beef nor "beef" with SG, nor erotica, nor internet pornography. This is not a typical "I'm leaving the internet" rant. Rather, following the events of the summer, I am refocusing my effort. Where last I wrote regularly -- in an almost proto-blogger fashion (though in reality it was just "words of wisdom" sent weekly (on Fridays) to my two Peace Corps-Romania mates, Thor & [a man who shares his name, first & last, with a renowned internet publisher of musico-critico pith]) -- seven years ago, I am getting back to it. I am going to write a novel, one that has been slow-roasting in my imagination since Feb '03, spending evenings outlining it at Marco Polo Restaurant in Deva, Romania. I am going to start going to bar-trivia on a weekly basis, again. I am going to take a Tango class.

&, no, the novelling affectation is not due the impending Twenty-ten installment of the National Novel-writing Month. It is not a regrettable coincidence, either.

The impulse to attack my tome, then, struck toward the end of September, my first weeks back to work (part-time), & even more, doing three-days-weekly cardiac rehab. Endeavouring to physical improvement -- my body is doing remarkably, for the surgery it required; I chalk it to youth (most thirty year olds don't have aneurysm repairs) & general (if not specific) good fortune in health, rarely taking ill -- I saw a need to increase my occupational, intellectual, & hobbyist condition. That the introspection came in autumn, when mine usually does, with or without life-saving surgery, is unsurprising. That others feel the same, thus NANO.... NANO... NANOTGONNAWORKHERENOMORE, does not surprise either. & simply, I will ride this wave with them.

&, hopefully, by 1st December, with only about 152 hopefuls sets in the hole, I shall return.

See you further on up the trail... & no, I havn't seen nor heard from the New Year's Eve '09 babe, nor did I expect it, & certainly don't expect to now. It was good to try, though.

I need to try more.

I should join a gym. I might even get a ten-games "season" tickets package for the local nine (Go, Brewers, Go).

But, for now, I bid you well. I shall return.

xoxo, undershaker

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