First, I realize I haven’t written for a while. I apologize, and promise that things will pick up once I get an internet connection in my new apartment. Which will be soon.
Second, I also realize that the version of the smashy-truck story that I posted was a pale shadow of the unexpurgated, unbowdlerized, uncensored, unsanitized* version that my offline (also known as “real world”) friends have been privy to. I would love to share the real story, but this is a public web site, and I am not that stupid. Perhaps after various statutes of limitation have run out and I have decided once and for all not to pursue an elected office, the full account will emerge.
* The thing I love best about the English language is the gratuitous redundancy. A German once informed that, whereas Shakespeare used some, say, 50,000 words in creating his masterpieces, Goethe required only 10,000. The German meant this as a boast, but I distinctly remember thinking, “So fucking what?” Since when is parsimony the measure of the written word? adamstein.org proudly rejects such stinginess in favor of baroque phraseology and pointless rambling. C.f. this footnote.
