Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Lies of My Demise


No, I've not been sucked into the belly of a hovering spaceship - but parts of last did resemble Uranus! Plainly put, I was busy. Paternal obligations and a ramped-up news cycle made for several long days and as a result, I neglected you, dear reader. This pains me more than you, for my writing compulsion and needy ego requires I purge opinion or allegory between dusk and dawn. Maybe that's why I ain't been sleeping well; adjective back-up in the cerebral cortex. Now I'm gonna have to apply some kid of salve, that or lock myself in my upper lair and pound out epistles 'til I quiver and drop. But since I told the kids I'd take them to the reenactment tomorrow, it's unlikely I'll forgo sleep altogether. So bear with me, would ya? Between squiring my offspring to costumed revolutions, I vow to indulge in enough linear thinking to catch up my half dozen readers on all my many misadventures. For now however, grab a seat while I extend Big Ups to The Mangler - a gravity-defying Gen-X'er who wittles multimedia for the local paper. No shame in that game, my friend - especially when you're savvy enough to flatter a battered cameraman with a double reverse close-up. Wish I had your fish-eye....

1 comment:

mangler said...

the pinnacle of my career has been reached, the most notable sites of all hast name dropped myself. it was a pleasure to capture you in my lens fine sir. till next time our lenses cross...