So much to say so much to say so much to say

There's a little Dave Matthews Band there for you. I'm blogging again after spending a few years away from the sport. I just re-read almost all of my old posts from "What Have I Done?" and I came to two conclusions: that was a great fucking blog; and I was a terribly clunky writer. I think reading Dave Eggers everyday may have had something to do with the latter, a condition that has been effectively treated by the rigors of earning a graduate degree in history. Which, of course, is the ostensible theme of this blog--on a meta level at least. Life without grad school. When I wrote the first post, I assumed that that was a permanent condition. But, mercifully, I was awarded an un-asked-for deferral for (hopefully) a year. This should allow me time to live as a non-student, address some powerful neuroses that have, for lack of a better term, "wrecked shop" in the most important parts of the decision-making control centers of my brain, and at least afford me some kind of opportunity to see what...else...is...out...there. That sentence was so frightening to type that I had to drag it out--evidence that there is much work to be done. And by work I mean very expensive therapy sessions which will hopefully show me that life exists outside the twin confines of grad school and bartending. Though I assume there are an infinite array of other possibilities in between these two poles, having yet to grab hold of them weakens the mind's willingness to admit of their existence. That is the project this blogs attempts to chronicle.


In short, I hope to regularly (ha!) comment on San Francisco, and politics, and sports, and food, and bartending.

Please join me won't you?