I Was Halfway Through My Third Bowl of Jell-O

There have been some minor crises here at NAP in the last week precipitated by the departure of one of our contributors and the ensuing email storm that followed seems to have taken our founder out as well.  It also made me seriously consider whether I want to continue this weekly exercise of trying to think of clever words to put in this space.  This blog is certainly not worth all the drama of the last few days.  The drama was inevitable here, though, as it is in all creative pursuits.  That's one of the reasons that I am usually reluctant to become involved in them.

I have a history of staying with things long past the point at which I should have given up and today would seem like a good day to put that habit to rest.  Or that's the bag I hold in one hand.  In the other hand, I hold this big sack of restraint, which, in opposition to the one I clutch in the first hand, has usually served me well.  So rather than jumping ship in anticipation of this blog becoming more trouble than it's worth, I will continue here for a while until it really does.  I'll be sleeping with one eye open until then.

Another thing I did this week was learn to talk like a hipster.  You should too.