Inferior Logistics and Decaying Fundamentals
January 11, 2006

There used to be a time when I wrote a lot, and I had a daily set of reactive readers. That was fun, dandy, but it was also before I was a working member of society. In some ways, it's sad that I don't write much anymore (and believe me, I want to), and even when I do, the quality is nowhere near what it used to be. Is it because I lack that same level of passion and interest? Or is it because I've transferred it elsewhere? I imagine it's a bit of both, but it might also mean that my level of skillset necessary to capture a reader's attention has degraded.

Sometimes I can't believe I've been doing this for eight whole years. (Can you?) That's most of my conscious life available on the Internet for the world to see. Scary yet sobering. Time to try harder.

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i used to read your site when i was procrastinating from that group project. now i read your site when procrastinating from sleep after a long long day's of work. so, please keep it up. we're still reading.

I still enjoy your site. It's weird how I've been semi-stalking you for years now...

I AM stalking you. there is nothing semi about it, :)

Loooook!
http://www.sternfbla.com

I'm the new you!

ps, you're wrong.
it is what it used to be.

I still visit on occasion and catch up.
What was it we ate that day with Jennifer? Vietnamese? I remember enjoying the little orange bits in the rice, and the tray of MSG. (The M is for "Mmmmmm".)

i miss those days of proficient writing as well.

new york is missed opportunities and potential encounters, which is why i love this city.