Indeed, what else can we say about the flowers of victory, if not that pardon is the choicest? Not much, I’m sure you’ll agree. I’m still trying to figure out the meaning of my fortune-cookie fortune from tonight’s dinner at the Uptown Cathay Restaurant, but I have made little progress. I’ve identified it as a bad and perhaps overly-literal translation of what is probably a poignant Chinese aphorism, but I can only assume it’s something about the humble exercise of power or having mercy upon the vanquished.

I didn’t realize just how speechless the election left me until noticing that it has been over five weeks since my last post. Sorry to leave the audience hanging like that. I have very little to say in my own defense. In some ways, I have to admit that there’s less to write about these days. Though I have already lapsed in my vow not to read the news until 2008, I am proud to say that I am not as glued to Google News as I was from March through October. That’s a good thing. While comparing multiple versions of the same story can be very enlightening and provides an interesting study in media bias, it takes a shedload of time to do it right. Having semi-unbumpily transitioned from the glamorous lifestyle of a shorts-and-sandals freelance professional into a more straight-laced and conservative kind of professionalism, and having committed to spending an hour and a half on most weekdays days at the gym, and given that my girlfriend has finally joined me in DC after all her travels, and given further that I enjoy joining the residents of the house where I live in their undertaken task of cleaning out years of accumulated trash, junk, and sediment from long-gone tenants in an attempt to turn it from a place where we crash into something we might term a ‘home’, there hasn’t been much time at the end of the day to write. I’m endeavoring to make more time for seeing to the meaningful arrangements of words on screen. Be assured, I’ll keep you abreast of the developments. Coming soon . . . collected musings on the accumulation of various kinds of sediment in the lives of humans. For homework, start here.

By the way, ‘shedload’ is perfectly acceptable in British English, so there’s no need to correct me on it. I’m just doing my part to internationalize the vernacular.

geez, dude, finally.

i thought shedload was charming. i find it slightly less in its defense that it's "perfectly acceptable in british".

i'm reading the news less, too. BBC does it for me, these days.

Cynical old me first interpreted the blog title as a political statement, and wondered what news I had missed about our fearless leader allowing the lapses of an old chum to go unpunished.