There will come a time, I keep promising, when my website is more than a blog. Someday this little flag of mine, which I refly every few days with the open hope of being considered, or praised, or perhaps rescued, someday it will have lists, photographs, links, articles, cartoons, and anything else I can think of to communicate myself, and my vision, and the cautions and lessons of my life.

I say ‘to communicate’, but surely my real reasons have more to do with organization, integration. Too many of my most promising thoughts were never completed, simply because I made no place to work on them. Too many of my best experiences are lost to me now, simply because I made no place to put them. Every time I read a memoir I think to myself, I am letting my life get away from me. Or, to be more precise, get away from me too soon.