I apologize to anyone looking for my old website. Some of it will come back, reincarnated and reinvigorated. Most of it will go to the dustbin, however. I'm building a new site, with the front page based on blogger.

Funny thing is that when I searched for my name in Google, the numero uno hit was upon my short story called "Radiohead." I'm not so egotistical as to believe that people were looking for my ~ahem~ awesome prose. They were looking for information on Thom Yorke's band. Duh. It's been going on for awhile, but I finally removed the piece when I put myself in the place of the websurfer. How unkind to them, I decided, to ask these innocents to suffer through my cutesy prose. Perhaps I'll repost it someday with a different title. Perhaps I'll just bury every copy I have of it and post something better. Perhaps I could write once in a while so that I could create something better. You see where this is going.

In any event, I honored my Hippocratic Oath as a writer: First, do no harm, I recited, as I moved the story into a private folder. Next thing you know, nothing on my site lived up to that Oath, and it all followed "Radiohead" into my privates. I jiggled some filenames and, well, here we are. It may not be as entertaining, this blog, but it is fresher. Fresher by years, in fact, given that I hand-coded my original site in 1995. That's like 80 in Web-Years.