Monday, March 6, 2006

Do you hear it? That’s the sound of renaissance, a new start around these parts, and its cadence became clear to me this weekend. You may have noticed a downward slope in our conversations these past few weeks. Actually, any imbecile with a pointy compass could’ve told you as much, but what you may have missed is the impending upswing.

Here’s the difference. I’m off the manufactured sugar again, for the most part, and the difference is astounding. I’m just more awake. It feels like someone took a multiplier to the IQ points. If you were to administer a Rorschach test this very moment, I would be able to divine the secrets of alchemy simply from the blot on the left side.

What this means is more talk for us. It’s magic, really. A full night’s sleep here, avoid a snickerdoodle there, and pa-pow! Renaissance, a word which here means “finding the inspiration to become burnt out again.”