Some of the best things in life happen behind your back, so to speak. You realize one day that without even thinking about it you’ve been making room for something new, or pushing out something old. Then, there it is on your sidewalk, waiting for the garbage man to come by in his giant stinky biodiesel truck to pick it up. Oh, what a miracle spring is! You’ve lain in the earth for so long it seems like an eternity. You thought you were dead, you thought you were dry bones.

Andro and I went hiking in Sunol Regional Park on Saturday. If the pictures turn out I will post them on flickr, because there is really no way to describe how beautiful it was.

It’s funny, I started writing this entry intending to rant about how much I hate the Internet, and to apologize for the fact that I will probably not be posting here very much for a while. But I fear it’s gone far beyond hatred, to indifference. It’s out on the curb waiting for the garbage man. Unfortunately I’m still stuck using it for work, but that’s fine. It’s a tool, and something like a giant, ugly drill press, which I am happy to leave at the car factory.

The thing I would really like to do, though, is start writing real letters. I’m not sure how to go about this, how to stop using email for nontrivial personal correspondence. What’s bad about it is that I don’t give it my full attention; I just dash something off when I’m tired of doing statistics, and you deserve better. I may start asking people for real addresses if they want replies to their emails, probably in a couple weeks from now. If you have an epistolary bent, you can beat me to it at:

2324 Eunice St
Berkeley, CA 94708

love, dan