Well, not exactly, not so official, but as far as the blog’s concerned, it’s not exactly as if I’ve been diligently posting these last several weeks in the first place.

In the six weeks, I will be taking multiple trips to both Michigan and Ohio, having my bachelor’s party, getting married, spending a week on my honeymoon in Belize, moving a thousand miles to the East Coast, and going through orientation and beginning classes at the New School.

I’m opening myself to seem unsympathetic, but the cynic in me has to ask why a life lost in an explosion is worse than any other life lost unnecessarily. I’m writing in response to not one, but many sentiments I’ve heard this week.

from the Flint Journal:

YANKEE INGENUITY: The ice cream truck may have been playing “Yankee Doodle Dandy,” but the all-American heroes in a bizarre traffic event last Wednesday were fast-acting heavy equipment operators working in Grand Blanc Township. Had Joe Edgcombe of Clio not blocked the path of the erratically driven truck with a front-end loader and backhoe – with a co-worker doing the same from behind – it’s easy to imagine someone being seriously injured or worse.

I left the apartment this evening with a large envelope inscribed to “Mr. Billy Corgan.” I returned home empty handed. Well… not quite… but regardless of whether or not he actually lays hands on the thing, I sent him a letter.

Here Is No Why. All of the “Quick Links” are now up and running. They connect to this blog, my resume, my vitae, and an email forwarding form.

Blue Skies Falling. In the daily posts I’ve dispensed with daily country/state/neighborhood/word/news/picture of the day.