O, it's the 1 year anniversary

Of this blog! It has all slipped by so quietly. Some things are so different as to be unthinkable, especially at 4 AM; other things are the same. I am essentially the same, but I sure miss being able to perch mid-twenties. It's a shrinking island: the tumbling surf encroaches well-meaningly, slowly, but it encroaches.

Happy anniversary to me, happy anniversary to me... And if only we had some cake to make it springier and sweeter... I've been so good--after 7+ hours of reading "Standard Histories" and other non-fun classical Chinese logs (with the exception of the excellent "Records of the Historian")--I'm finally almost caught up with bibliography. Now if only I were a bibliothequephile!

Time to sleep. The "a" key is sticking or deadening, like a couple of my poor teeth. N asked me years ago whether I had any regrets in life: now I have one--I would like to start over with my teeth, a tabula rasa with tabula rasas.