Anniversary

Today is day sixty of me writing this blog. I’m amazed that I’ve made it this far without coming close to running out of material.

In two months I’ve managed to touch on Chicago’s weather, law school, a bit on the practice of law, the bomb squad and chapter one of Good Will Win in the End.

The next two months will offer equally varied fare.

The strangest thing that has happened since I started blogging was that my April 18th entry–which offered my prayers and condolences for the families, the victims and the survivors of the Virginia Tech shootings–made it to the second page of the Google blog rankings for a day or so. Obviously for a short while, the phrase “Virginia Tech” was hot, so any blog that used the phrase was moved up to the top of the search engine rankings.

Now, if I were a cynical type, I’d suggest to you that intermittently over the next two months I’ll find ways of slipping phrases such as “on the front of the barrel, I saw XXX in big, red letters.”

Another one would be to write:

“The piano-forte was well constructed, having strong, shapely legs.”

Or, I could write,

“Being unfamiliar with ordinary, non-academic English, Hans couldn’t understand why the form contained a little box that contained the lone word, SEX. Nor could he understand the significance of the two little boxes next to the word SEX that were labelled F and M. But he was too embarrassed to ask the receptionist what all this meant for fear that he would offend her sensibilities. He had been told that American women were very prudish about such things. “

Please check to see whether I give in to the dark side over the next few months. If you see entries that contain seemingly irrelevant things such as,

“He poured a generous helping of virgin olive oil on his salad, watching it ooze onto the tender, white chicken breast in the bowl and asked his blonde, blue eyed companion, Was that mountain climber named Hilary or Hillary? And wasn’t his gear provided by a store in London near Blair Park, run by an American named Fred Thompson? The blonde just shook her head, signalling that she had no idea of what he spoke.”

you’ll know that they’ve won.

Readers, thanks for sticking with me. All I can promise you is more fun, more war stories and more analysis.