Excuses, Excuses ...

In what is becoming a lamentable pattern, I'm remiss in my blogging "duties" once again.

I've just started a new job as a consultant, so I'm acclimatizing to the usual systemic shock which accompanies a new foray into wage-slavery. Aside from thanking my lucky stars at being gainfully employed again, I'm grateful to have the morning and evening commute time to read, as I grab the monorail into and out of San Francisco. 

On the way there, it's The Doctor and the Soul by Viktor Frankl, an enduring favorite; on the way back home it's Ideas Have Consequences by Richard Weaver - two vastly different volumes which are united in breathing (or perhaps radiating) wisdom. So many thoughts bubbling over about each - and in relation to one another; an interesting essay it would indeed be to give a close reading of both "synoptically," as Mortimer Adler used to say.

But, alas, that'll have to wait - I'm in Regular Expression- and Xml-Hell at the moment.