While my lima beans gently simmer

Hey blog, what up?

Once again, it's been too long. I might as well admit that lately, I've had thoughts I didn't really want to broadcast to the world (not that anyone, not even Jojo or spammers, reads this any more). On occasion, I've actually used this collection of dry, thin material that I mark with a stick that has liquid that comes out of it. The word for it escapes me, as does the word for that round, hot thing that appears in the sky every couple of weeks and gives off a bit of weak light.

I spent all of today in a workshop about emerging technologies, which made me remember you, blog. The workshop was very interesting, although my capacity for new ideas was spent by noon. What can I say, I'm slow on my feet. I like to go back to my cave and think about things for a while. One of the most interesting things to me was about visual representations of tags that show the weight and popularity of different subjects. I love this way of finding out what's on the most people's minds.

This system is not too far of the way I think of my mind--lots of words floating around. Some are huge and red and pulsating. Some are tiny, italicized whispers.

Well, I just burned the hell out of my hand with some molten rice, and my lima beans have stopped simmering. I turned up the heat, and now any second I'll hear the sizzle of the pot boiling over again.

In other somewhat recent news, my friends and I cooked an incredibly delicious paella a few weeks ago. I don't think I had viewed it as something I could accomplish (much like the web site I launched this summer, which I truly did not believe would happen until about two days before. I think I just expected to lose my shit and quit or be fired). It was time-consuming but not hard, and it helped that several people were contributing both energy and instructions. One friend kept turning up the burner, and another friend would follow behind him and turn it back down.

Oh, what else was I going to say? This is the problem with waiting too long between posts. No one, not even me, wants to read something this long. One of my friends suggested today that I just blog about my many moods and opinions related to coffee. I could talk about where at the moment the coffee was in my body (9:30 am: brain; 9:50 am: bladder), when I needed more (always), when I felt it hitting my stomach and scraping off a bit of lining.

I like this idea.