Observation Number Something-or-Whatever: I am the worst victim of my own short attention span.

Someone asked me last week if I was a blogger.

I didn’t know how to answer. Mainly because while I am in possession (like 99% of the wired world) of a blog thing, I haven’t written in it in a while.

Which is sort of stupid. Because in that time I’ve traveled to Amsterdam, Prague, Buenos Aires, and cosmopolitan Richmond, VA. I’ve been making stuffs. I’m sure I’ve had one or two intelligent thoughts, maybe.

And yet, I’m silent. A bright, shiny object must’ve distracted me.

For what it’s worth, I may just abandon the Observations format. Maybe I’ll turn this into a music blog, or a digital-Youtube-mixtape blog, or a I’m-fucking-bored-and-need-to-do-something-other-than-read-the-newyorktimesonline-in-the-morning-and-get-angry-angry-ANGRY in the morning blog. Maybe.

For now, if anyone’s still looking, I’m still alive. And just as… whatever it is I am… as ever.

Toodle-oo, dears.