Updates, with apologies for remissity. Certainly it has been remarked, the irony that a busy life affords many experiences while removing all possibility of reflexion. I have had many semi-qualified victories, such as finding a really lovely place to live in but encountering a dearth of roommates. Or fixing my broken spoke but discovering just how fickle Chicago weather is. I have finally sorted things out with the post office, and they are at last delivering mail, which my creditors are no doubt glad to hear. If you have any interest in diluting that stream of correspondence, the address is:

2723 N Monticello Ave #3
Chicago IL 60647

Next on my agenda are finding a cheapy bicycle I can ride around town and lock up outside of the various bookshops, coffee shops, movie theaters, and other Whiggish dens of iniquity I intend to frequent; and getting at least one piece of decent-quality used furniture, so that I no longer feel as though I am living in a barn, albeit a barn whose live music acoustics are actually quite decent, as I discovered while plucking away on my banjo the other night.

(cdm | MayFlowers)