Oh, and I have this other site, too

It's rather embarrassing to note that I've had this blog for about two years, and that it contains at most 30 entries.

Don't tell the Times

Actually, that wasn't what I set out to say-- though it's true that this astonishing lack of effort on my part is indeed very embarrassing. Not as embarrassing as posting nude photographs of myself on the blog and having it mentioned in the New York Times the next day, (or, if I really wanted traffic, to have it revealed that my blog address was somehow filed in Paris Hilton's Sidekick), but embarrassing nonetheless.

I'm lazy and fickle, and sometimes I love the blog and sometimes I don't, casting it aside for weeks or even months at a time, like a once-favored toy tossed into a corner to gather dust and cat saliva while its sticky-faced child owner goes off to play with some newer, shinier gewgaw made of bright, sluttish plastic, or possibly gin with a few tiny drops of vermouth, because although I am frequently sticky-faced, I am not actually a child, and the toys that seduce me away from the blog tend to be those which appeal to adult, lower-chakra desires, such as the desire for intoxication, sleep, or death.

So, I'm not a very good blogger. But, as I mentioned earlier, that is not what I was going to tell you that it was embarrassing to note. What is embarrassing to note is that, during that last year or so of this blog's so-called life (a much more apt use here of the phrase "so-called life" than that horrible TV show from the irony-laced late 90s, in my opinion), I've been editing the online magazine Lime Tea, and I have still not bothered to put the link up anywhere on this site, except perhaps in the body of a long-forgotten, cat-saliva-drenched blog post like this one. I run around the internet begging everyone who'll listen and lots who won't to link to Lime Tea, and I can't even be arsed to do it on my own site. That's sort of pathetic, and, provided I am not distracted by some small, shiny, sluttish-plastic object between the time I post this and the moment I get around to adding the link, the problem should be remedied by the time you read this.

The fact that Lime Tea does not contain a link to this site is a different matter entirely. My failure to link to Lime Tea here is due to simple laziness and incompetence; the lack of a link to this site from Lime Tea is Harsh Reality In Action, a phenomenon you've had ample opportunity to view for yourself if you've gotten out of bed today, or any other day for that matter. Lime Tea only links to good sites, and even though this one is the personal site of the editor of that magazine, it just doesn't make the cut. That sucks, but I've got to be honest: if I found this site and didn't know the author, I'd say it had potential, but it's just not updated often enough to be worth linking to. And that's that.

Update

Oh, that promised piece about eating food finally ran in the Portland Tribune. It didn't come out as good as I remembered, but hey, I got my picture in the paper.

Also, in my last post I facetiously asked that someone give me a car. Unbelievably, this happened. Thanks, Brooke!