It seems that cyberspace would not let us ease into a brief hiatus on our own terms. A few days before the computer was to be stolen unceremoniously from us by its rightful owners, the modem decided to put on a sparks and light show. Quite a nice display, though we've seen better pyrotechnical flair. We are now reduced to the PC Cafe, home of chainsmoking teenagers on missions to destroy all the aliens in the universe at jet-engine decibel levels. This all comes at a time of general chaos, as we are packing to move apartments next Wednesday. Our new place is much like our old, but cleaner and closer to the riverpath.
Check back occasionally for updates and the inevitable resumption of daily posts.