Somebody call the ghostbusters.

An intense explosion of joy escaping from gritted teeth. This is for you who turned down drugs at the music festival to be fully bombarded by the sounds the band played just for you and you will go home having met a part of you that you didn’t know existed before that day. Listen

I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.

• Kurt Vonnegut and the Archeologist

Credit to the Hiro.report for finding this.

Most people apologize for an absence from their blog but the end of summer has been so packed with life that I can only celebrate it. Even my personal journal has been abandoned for multiple days.

I’ve been enjoying running so much that I bought a little helper to keep me on track.

Even though the new school year is looming, the evenings still stretch long. Besides, you don’t have to be in until after the steeetlights come on. There’s time for one more game.