No he escrito últimamente, pero...
Fine, sure I'll post a bit, since I had to wait 'til asked, and have a very hungry second.
My recent adventures, mind, will pale in comparison to Jef's. (Read up, and be afraid, while laughing.)
Same's true for the westward perigrinations of our very own More Human Than Human Slavicist. Good luck on the Sorbian. We here thought it was dying. Shows what we here know.
Also, I never see you anymore, Cara, and I find it often cause for concern. I know you've been busy, but I miss your prose every time I get a little bit of it. Your post taste good. Like, in the mouth.
As fer me? Well, I'm pretty sure I'm either a picaro or a one's own garden cultivator, but I can't be both. This past month has been wild, rockstar, full of mistakes, blunders, miracles, and mostly laced with placid-sense-of-calm. All for good reason, but the sooner that mellowness passes, the better.
Addendum: I've missed this happening ever since I moved sites, but, I suppose inevitably, the google searches are coming back, including weekly searches for "Chateau Neuf Du Pap", thanks to this post.
Also, the number of searches for "Christopher Plummer Gay" are making me giddy.
Addendum II: Storm From the East: Rhys, you should call me. Been too long.
Truth of the Matter is, He Said, She is: No Country For Old Men - McCarthy
Waiting Impatiently For: No Country For Old Men
Let's Get High: The Darjeeling Limited, Water, American Gangster