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Monday, July 21, 2008 

Redivivus

Yes, back by popular demand (if three people occasionally inquiring could be deemed “popular”). Suddenly not blogging for four months lent itself to some bizarre shame spiral, where each time I came up with the idea for an entry and then subsequently didn’t enter it only made me feel worse than the time before. I also thought I’d have to dream up some protracted excuse for my absence, culminating in some massive mea culpa which again only makes me feel like I’m highlighting my failures as both a writer and a communicator. But if that’s what you’ve come back here for, sorry to disappoint. In actuality it comes down to two points:

1) I’ve been involved in a few very clandestine activities which have been both keeping me very busy whilst not really allowing me enough time to generate much novel material appropriate for interwebs broadcasting; and

2) I’m absolutely broken hearted to be leaving London.

If I’m as madly in love with this city and this experience as I claim to be, why would I want to slowly document the end of the affair? Whenever I start to think about it for more than five seconds, I immediately jump up and attempt to distract myself. I don’t do well with pain; I’m not an artist, longing for the kind of extreme emotion that allows one to then dig deep into the soul and produce a physical manifestation of sentiment to share with the world. I’m a scientist. I use machines and computers and test tubes and spanners and have a lab coat with an actual pocket protector. I stuff my feelings down deep and then cry at inappropriate times while watching movies. So honestly, my head hasn’t been in the best place for blogging. But the thought of leaving this website just stranded and unfinished also nags at me persistently. So, I’m back. Sort of.

Failure to blog plagues us all -- even those of us not doing anything important.

So glad you're back.

We missed you.

Hey!

I e-mailed you a couple weeks ago asking your advice for my move to London. To no avail, I still have no job and no place to live. You were right! But I'm not giving up as I have the 6-month visa. I'm so sorry you're leaving the city and I will sincerely miss you blogging about it. Your writing is still awesome, and good luck with everything? What are your plans next?

Hey, I check your site 2 to 3 times a week, to see if you have posted anything new, but I don't bother you because I know that you are working on big scary thesis thingy. And, now, you are going to leave London. Bummer. I knew this day would come. I have truly enjoyed reading about your adventures, and it was really nice knowing where Captin Picard was. And the chip flavors. . .

What's a pocket protector?

You'll be missed, stinker.

Can't believe you didn't blog about your metal bar adventure. Only in London...

Well, Babe -- you can stay in Jolly ol' London for all of me. I'd luv to have an excuse to come over a time or two each year. Trundle lil Owen down to the Eye on Grumpy's piggyback, etc. Probably see you as often that way as in San Francisco . . . Plus, my grandson would be raised in a civilized country populated by reasonably intelligent people -- something you can't get in the US of A!

-- Daddums

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