Ah. My Web site. Hrm. This must be what it’s like to move in to a really nice new home. Firstly, I can’t really believe I’m here; I feel caught in transit. Secondly, there’s this feeling of having not successfully, let alone fully, unpacked. I have all this room and no idea where to put everything, or how I want it to look (to me or anyone else). And I don’t even want to think about the why of my moving here or the simultaneous events that were going on when I did. It’s not like the place feels tainted by them, but you’ll understand that I’m still somewhat recovering from what proved to be a very bad time for me and my family.

It has taken me well over a month just to personalize my blogroll.

I’ve this image in my head of friends dropping by (not even parking or turning the engine off, mind you) and wondering if a porchlight means anything anymore when none of the other lights inside are ever on. Anyone peering through the looking glass of their computer screen might intuit the boxes – some empty, some full, the rest somewhere between – and wads of packing stuff strewn about (newspaper, foam, squishy bags of air), or sense the presence of many empty Top Ramen boxes – the lingering scent of MSG, blended with the scents of late-night-coffee, Jo Malone’s Pomegranate Noir, stale smoke and unwashed laundry, countless books.

Not to mention recent giftmas season additions, the wrapping paper and packages still lying beside those already opened. I’ve no clue where we’re presently going to put the Stanley Kubrick Archives and the signed edition of Hunter S. Thompson’s The Curse of Lono, though, thankfully, the presentation copy of The Moon of Hoa Binh fits securely in the closet.

In any case, I am here. Sometimes – were you in the right place at the right time – you might observe me standing outside, gazing in through that same looking glass, furrowing my brow and ruminating over the big what-to-do. More often than not, though, I am, of late, at work, or sleeping, or spending time with my beloved, my immediate family. I am living the life of a relatively average human being who lives here at the beginning of the (so-called) twenty-first century in America, trying to find my way like anyone else. It’s not always, for me, as a modus operandi, something conducive to blogging. Or to doing much else. I’m behind on reading numerous editions of The New Yorker, and I’ve completely failed to even crack the pages of the most recent instalment of the nearly completed J.K. Rowling opus, though, to be completely forthcoming, I have managed to see Good Night, and Good Luck, Capote, and the VIP room at Paradise Showgirls.

If you are dropping by, I hope that this entry satisfies you. Check out my updated blogroll and know that I’ll be back jasaic. Sooner or later, I’m bound to get things set up the way I want them.