The world around me is quite quiet since I left LiveJournal.  In some ways, it’s nice; solitude gives one time to think.  In other ways, it’s less than ideal; solitude gives one time to think.

No silly memes, no kids musing about how to defraud the student loan programs by using the money to pay for gender transition.  Just quiet, and the occasional echo, like Charlie Brown calling “Hello in there” into his mailbox at Xmastime.  So, I write about the little things: setting up another computer system, waiting for a clear day to continue shooting the “Heinz Chapel Project”.  I look in on LJ, seeing “business as usual” and remembering Germany in 1933.

Flying solo can be pretty nice.  If there’s no place to land, I can always ditch into the ocean.