Update for my many readers

Believe it or not I've been trying to think of something to write since my last post. It just never seemed like the right time. I felt like it had to be relevant to my most recent post. The thing about using a teenage car as a part of your identity is a risky proposition. Did it break down? Did it go back to Sweden? Was it swallowed up by an angry earth? No, no and no. (Although, I predict that someday I will be)

A better deal came along. I'm now driving a bitchin' Civic...but at what cost? I get ten more miles to the gallon, a sunroof, and working air conditioning, but it just doesn't seem to have the ganas, as Jaime Escalante put it (or at least Edward James Olmos, playing Escalante in Stand and Deliver). I miss the "ker-chunk" of the door closing. I miss the fact that it's the only car that I've ever driven that passed the Nader safety test from the appendices of "Unsafe At Any Speed". From a visibility standpoint it was like driving George Jetson's car. It was impossible to lock the keys in the car or leave the lights on, just because of idiot-proof engineering. I still wonder if my next repair would be the last. Alas. It wasn't meant to be.

What else has changed since my liberal stereotype post? I don't drink many lattes, but really I never did. Sushi is still an occasional treat, but somewhat more frequent since the east side of Indy now has Oishi Sushi.

We got a satellite dish and a DVR. The DVR is the most amazing device ever for efficient laziness.

Austin was great. I really should have posted something about it when it was fresher in my mind. We discovered migas, which changed both of our lives.

Jeez. While I was not writing any posts I really should have though about all the stuff I'd want to talk about when I posted again. I guess it's more efficient to post on a somewhat regular basis.

A little bit about me...but not too much...

I'm not really in the habit of writing this blog. As you, my nonexistent reader, are surely aware. I've always thought of blogging as emphasizing the "blah" syllable. Are you interested that I'm going to Austin, TX tomorrow? that I'm drinking a tasty beer right now? that I just put on a jacket so I could write this blog entry? Actually that last one is kind of interesting, in addition to being true. I'm kind of a nut about living up to (or at least appearing to) the claims that I make from time to time. For instance, I've done my best to live up to the stereotype of the "Liberal" that this anti-Howard Dean campaign ad was kind enough to itemize.

1. Latte drinking (occasionally)
2. Sushi eating (whenever I can afford it)
3. Volvo driving (it's even the old brick-style monster)
4. New York Times reading (every Tuesday when I'm at IUPUI)
5. Body piercing (Not so much, but I do have a first tattoo in mind which will be covered on a future post)
6. Hollywood loving (I'm not sure what this means, but I do like movies)
7. Left-wing freak show (What the hell does that mean?)

In short, I'm living the dream. Granted, I didn't use this ad as a checklist until my Dean campaign veteran girlfriend pointed out that I fit most of the criteria.

Now that you know a little more about me you will have a context for the updates that will surely follow as unreliably as this one has followed my first post.

Obligatory first post

I don't want my first post to actually be about anything. This way I won't have to bounce back from a lame post or live up to a good post. No pressure. I can talk about whatever dorky topics or spout wise aphorisms or never write anything again without violating any pesky precedents.

I got places to be. Catch you on the flip flop.