I'm fairly old-school on the daily kos, but I haven't been posting much since Dean went down in flames. I still read it though; Markos has an eye for news, and you get hot links to things which Paul Krugman picks up later on in the week. It's good and comforting to see old names, names I have come to trust, putting out rather high quality text. There are a lot of new faces, some of them interesting, some not. And the air is a bit different.

I don't write about things very much anymore... this will probably change some when I get into the work of crafting some vision stuff, but at the moment I'm still recovering from my Howard Dean hangover. I'm happier plugging databases and writing code than wrestling with the situation in prose at the moment. It's partly, I know, because there was a time when I was really convinced that my writing was making a difference -- which it was and is in whatever way it always has and will -- but much grandeur and possibility has subsided. Not that I'm discouraged; just smarting.

And writing is art for me. It's not something I can really force, or something I really feel comfortable wielding in a precise manner. I prefer to let fly with exuberance and passion, so this little era of low-energy and message control is doubly inhibiting.

On a different note, I've become quite a fan over the past three months of Stirling Newberry, who also writes on BOPnews and other places too. I once heckled him under an assumed name on the Clark Sphere back in a snarky partisan summer moment. Now I know better. Pay attention; he's got a line on the Naked Lunch of it all.