The Sound of One Hand Clapping?

When I started this blog a couple of weeks ago, my intention was that it would be a substitute for walking around muttering.

The idea was that I would force myself to organize my thoughts and then express them in a socially acceptable way, hopefully easing the word-pressure that tends to build up in my head over time and sparing my friends, neighbors, pets and livestock the responsibility of having to listen to me go on and on about the Byzantine Emperor Justinian’s wife Theodora and her stage act (which involved Nubian slaves, specially trained geese, and quantities of toasted barley) and similar themes that are all fascinating to me, but may be somewhat less so to the checkout girl at the Zippy-Mart in Springdale, Arkansas. Continue reading