Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Dreams are the strangest things, you know? Rather than confound you with scattered recollections of my mental images, I’ll simply say this: sometimes they’re real, preferably so, and it’s like you actually handled your choices wisely this time. And then your alarm clock rings, simultaneously ushering in a new day and ushering out any second chances.

One of my favorite bosses championed the idea of priming your brain for the task at hand. The concept is similar to skimming a book. You burn through the table of contents, the index, and every other page in hopes of making yourself absorbent when it counts. Long have I plotted to make your thoughts and inclinations pliant for my dark agenda, so here’s a preview for this week. We’re going to discuss how to deal with noisy neighbors. The chronicles of Sherlock Holmes are ripe for deconstruction. Antiquity City also beckons us to return.

We regard words with varying degrees of enjoyment here, I don’t think that’s too daring a claim, and here’s a novelty sure to tickle your fancy. Sweet dreams, dear reader.