Dateline: above the sold garage, 23 May 2005, 54 days to the move

How about that letter in the Newsletter! Too bad he doesn't have a subscription to cancel, but maybe that's why I decided not to have any. No interest in self-censoring, or turning the blog into anything as safe as a newspaper column.

Would I write like that in a paper or a magazine? No. But that's the whole purpose of having the blog, and if my man gets turned off or scared off the first time I show some fangs, well. . . he was never my man in the first place, now was he?

What's great about the blog is that one can fire across all 360 degrees. When you purposely seek to isolate your opinion like that, everything and everyone becomes a possible target, which makes command-and-control exceedingly easy: shoot everything that moves.

You want a more careful mix, then don't pull back the curtain, don't walk up to me in the bar, and never ask me a question just after Brett Favre has thrown an INT.

Other than that, the key is not to take anything too seriously--especially yourself. [And yes, I was laughing the entire time I wrote that critique--it was that much fun!]

In the end, the blog only has to work for me. The minute that stops is the minute I stop. A simple rule, but it's the only one that should matter in this very idiosyncratic medium.