Tuesday, June 17, 2008

You may suspect, given our odd posting schedule, that I no longer consider myself Caucasian and, in a complete turnaround, now subscribe wholly to the calendar embraced by my Formosan forebears. After all, why else would words appear mysteriously every week at around this time, if only because Tuesdays were truly propitious days for blogging?

But this schedule doesn’t flow from any such calendar, nor is it a hallowed ancestral mandate, so much as a broken resolution. Earlier this year I had committed to writing twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, as a way to maintain mental acuity. Clearly this never held, and all that’s been established is the barest pulse, the threadiest excuse for consistency.

I can certainly feel the effects, let me tell you. If you’ve done lab work, you’ve probably played around with Parafilm, a delightful science-y version of Saran wrap. It feels exactly like that–my brain encased in a generous layer of the stuff–and I’m intent on breaking through the fog. Maybe this week will be different.