In the house...

I'm back. Yay.

One year. A vacation of a sort. Out on parole. The soapgun worked, I guess.

Haven't plowed any furrows or read many books. Learned (learning) to surf. Have had worldview deconstructed. Grew some sideburns. Bought $ 175 Johnston and Murphy dress shoes for $ 5 at Marshalls. Score.

Learned how much I actually don't know. "Infinity minus one", as my 5 year old, Owen might put it.

Still don't have much to say, and plenty of time to say it.

I'll try to avoid random navel gazing stream of consciousness blather. I'll not let you in on the fairly interesting day-to-day events of my life. Writing should inform and entertain (hat tip William F. Buckley). Anything else is just solipsism. All those wretchedly self-centered memoirs lining the shelves at Barnes and Nobles. . Nothing more annoying than a damned solipsist. Except maybe a pedant. And maybe people who use words like solipsism and pedantry.

So I will also try to avoid all that. And amateur political analysis. Amazing how boring that stuff can be. I might go back to the autism stuff though, that was interesting.

I've toyed with new blog names, but I still like this one. But I have changed my Latin motto. We all should have a Latin motto.

Amor fati - not very mellifluous, but not much in Latin is.

Anyway, what should I write about?