I told you I wasn't a blogger.
No, the reason I haven't been posting anything lately is that I've been preoccupied with (1) moving back to the Big Smoke and (2) writing stuff that will actually advance my academic career. But I do still check friends' blogs with some regularity, and though I don't write many comments, either, I am still listening, and I do still care. (Sympathies to the fatigued woman in the A's cap and the heartsore coyote on the train (whose portrait I recognize from the liner notes to One Beat), among others!)
Since I'm here, though, I might as well take a moment to say something snarky about something I read in my morning paper. Richard Ouzounian opens a review of a local production of The Two Gentlemen of Verona with the following sentence:
When the most interesting performances in a Shakespearian production don't come from the title characters, you'd be right in assuming that something is amiss.
Let's hope they never send him to review Henry IV, okay? Or even Julius Caesar.