Yeah well, our flat in Prague hadn’t been painted in 16 years and was looking a bit worse for wear—nothing serious, but a little patchy and so I found myself at the top of a stepladder on Christmas Eve. I told my wife that in 16 more years I would be 103 and had vowed to give up ladders on my 100th. So she was on her own from here on.
We don’t do resolutions, but have decided to move my Wake-up Call (the blog upon which you are getting this) back to its old Dark Side of the Moon moniker. The reasons are several, all of them personal: first of all, I miss the old site, it has some history for me, reaching back to 1999 and home to some 1600+ essays. Second, Wake-up Call doesn’t serve my personality, it’s very name is an effrontery to our bargain—me to write from time to time and you to support me in that effort
Point being, I hope when Dark Side of the Moon hits your inbox, you’ll not reject it as spam—it’s just the same old me
On other matters, I’ve been spending a bit less time on the Gu…