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Monday, March 04, 2002

Obviously it'll be a while before the world's lowest-priority Weblog gets back up to speed or I write a coherent sentence (why start now? — Ed.), although I'm already chagrined to have been offline and missed the chance to join some recent conversations (John Dvorak = deliberately playacting or sensationalist, audience and clout much dwindled since his glory days, still occasional viable observations amid his bombast = Rush Limbaugh?) and chime in on why Rogi's heroic spurning of links for links' sake heralds the next phase of personal Web publishing and 21st-century journalism after the evanescent, insular meta-blogging phase.  I'll probably get around to those posts someday, just as I want to get around to tweaking this default theme some more and deciding what I want Radio 0101930 to be, anyway.  (Actually I know exactly what I want it to be, in my dreams: The Papers of Samuel Marchbanks, Robertson Davies.)  Today I saw that Maggie at Fluffy Battle Kitten has joined the ranks of "100 things about me" list writers; I might inflict one on you myself before long.

But not tonight; today I've been weary but content to be back at work, grateful for a score of expressions of sympathy and warmth — it's really too awkward when a coworker casually says, "Hey, haven't seen you much lately, how are things" and you have to reply, "Yeah, I've been away with family, my sister died Saturday," like dropping an anvil and blackening their day — and having the oddest stray memories or flashbacks from my childhood years with my sister and the surreal days at Brigham & Women's 9C ICU Waiting Room.

If I had to do it over again, I'd call and write and go for long walks and talks with Lisa more often.  I'd be there for my nieces much more.  And I know everybody in the Waiting Room is distracted and stressed, worried about (and some also destined to lose) their loved ones down the hall just as Mom and Mark and Liddy and Sarah and I were.  But I'd be even meaner to the ones who ignore the "Sensitive Medical Equipment — Turn Off Cell Phones" sign.
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