A cat dances around the computer in front of me on my desk. He’s had a long, tough day sleeping, and wants some attention and food. But he’ll have to wait until I reconnect with my audience, from whom I have—for one reason or another—been on too long an hiatus. Selling a house, renting another, moving, painting, repairing, reorganizing our lives around a commuter existence for at least the next year, took up time and effort that left little for creative endeavors.
Like sand on the floor of the sea or in dunes in the desert, priorities ebb and flow, shift and settle, and it seemed for a few weeks at least, that the only permanent thing was my e-mail address. Electrons flow, radio-waves vibrate irrespective of the color of paint, and messages pass back and forth through the air, telling the world about Beckham and the millions available to hire him, but still say not a word about a few thousands we would need to produce some new and imaginative training ideas and material for the referees who will have to manage him and his opponents.
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose…
Both this blog and the one for The Oakland Tribune are now back into publication. I look forward to your comments, starting tomorrow.