My final finals have ended; my editorial duties to our publication have, at last, concluded. We have published, in our fashion, and I'm desperately proud of what we've accomplished. As I'd better be, because the best way to end an academic career on a whimper, rather than a bang, is to put your name in for Editor-in-Cheif, or President, or Grande Poohbah Most Revered (pronounced re-ver-ED), and actually be given the position. 

Under my administration, shit rolled uphill. Unfortunately, that's where I keep my fan.

So I'm back; and I have nothing to do today but read and comment and think, before I get back to the glamourous life of a quasi-associate, quasi-intern, quasi-temp. This life, although you'd have to be a law student to believe it, offers considerably more free time than the life I lead during academic quarters. 

So, friends, if you read this, and there's something compelling, interesting, or just new to point me to, leave a comment, and I'd appreciate it.