Your sweat is salty, I am why.

I moved. Thank god. The drip drip drip of the rusty pipes from the apartment above was getting a bit much. I'm moving again in three months. It's all very tiresome, really.

I'm also working, and there is a strong possibility that I may go permanent here. I can't and won't say too much about the job, other than it's for a major media conglomerate, and I will soon be controlling your thoughts. Otherwise, I must keep mum, because I don't want to be like those other silly indiscreet blogger types who get themselves fired.

Frankly with all the stress of moving and yet another 'fresh' start, I haven't had much time to think, much less write. But I do want to comment on one thing. Am I the only person that is tired of reading about how disconnected we all are? How great of you to make the observation, but maybe part of the problem is letting yourselves act so powerless about it? "I walked around Manhattan and everyone was on their cellphones" or "I'm Andrew Sullivan and New York is full of iPods."

Well, surprise, surprise. Human societies are fluid, things change. How nice of you to notice.