The rumors of my 15 minutes being up have been greatly exaggerated.

I am hard at work on revisions to the paper Yang and I submitted in May. The reviews were actually quite even-handed, all things considered, and far kinder than some of the other reviews I’ve seen. Some of the concerns were with the “conceptual novelty” of the work, which is somewhat nebulous, but I have a pretty good idea what sort of data will assuage those concerns. Unfortunately this means going back to my much-neglected rig and doing a couple months of experiments.

In other news, The Colossus lives again. Well, the web site at least, which I rescued from oblivion and the domain name snatchers. I have ideas for a couple of essays that will probably keep me from getting a date for the next two years at least, while Andro is going to write something on the Platonic Ho (or was that the Platonic Ho-Ho?), and I will continue to beg, plead, and cajole everyone I know for contributions to our second “quarterly” issue.

Back when I was a lot more distressed about popular culture (and very much out of a job) I wrote a little piece for Adbusters that I often think of as something of an illegitimate child, conceived with much passion and little thought. Well, it turns out he’s living in Slovakia right now. Yes, I’ve been translated, which is enormously flattering, and all the more so in an obscure tongue. Les traductions sont comme les femmes; I can only hope this one is beautiful rather than faithful.

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