On the (questionable) principle that something is better than nothing, here is a quick post.
I was working on a longish post (which would amount to a shortish tract) on hypocrisy and envy as democratic vices, but my work-to-date is trapped on the hard drive of my now-dead laptop. This has renewed my interest in doing my serious writing strictly in longhand, and transcribing to digital as needed. As such, I am interested in whatever experience and insight you may have in quality notebooks and writing instruments.
My young son continues his weed-like growth. Our walking explorations of Toronto now range up to 3 kilometers away from home. As we walk through the rapidly-gentrifying neighbourhoods of my youth, I catch myself waxing nostalgic and telling what used to be there. Such foreshadowings of senility aside, I am pleased that Sammy is ever eager to see the city’s sights and able to sleep through even the loudest of urban noise.