In which I try to tread old ground with softer boots.
In which I consider the problem of accounting for a normal life, and what the future might need for common education.
In which I attempt to connect my failed attempt at high school soccer with my success at running the marathon of work I’m going through — but I think I lost the play along the way.
In which I consider the conflicts that really matter in a personal life, the ones where you are not quite disagreeing, and not quite misunderstanding, but perhaps… disunderstanding.
In which I come to obvious conclusions you can only make after making a lot of unobvious activity.