Concerning the Hiatus

Well, obviously it's been a long time since I graced this stage with my presence. This is partly explained by the catatonic feeling that pelicans of the wilderness sometimes experience when they're still trying to pick the pieces of their broken heart up off of the floor more than a year after the pelican of their heart abandoned them for another part of the wilderness.

But with the help of some powerful pelican medications and the power of pelican prayer, the Pelican is trying to pick himself up, dust himself off and figure out if he has anything of any consequence left to say besides, "This really really hurts a lot."

And since that wouldn't be in the least interesting for anyone to have to read, pelican or otherwise, I'm going to promise to try to be more constant in my attention to matters of the world, of the spirit, and of the muse, than I have been of late. Consider this a rededication to cultivating the wilderness, albeit with salty water.

Topics I have it in mind to address in due course include some of the following: why it might be that books about food have a tendency to make me cry; the taxonomy of the iPod and why it might or might not be a good thing, including the debate question of the moment: the shuffle function - bullshit or not? We might also discuss the symptoms of the impending apocalpyse that appear to be accumulating week by week, both elemental and political, and how we might imagine our way out of this fix that some people seem to have put us in. Further, why is it that dub music is so particularly satisfying and how might one go about making the perfect mixtape for an imaginary audience?

I hope that some of this might be interesting to some people at some point. I'll try my best to write my way out of this terrible mess.