Sorry for the radio silence. This judicial clerkship has been devouring my days. It seems like I hear something worth blogging about every few hours. But by the time I get home, all I want to do is relax for bit.

Still, while I've got a minute, it's worth thinking "aloud." Surely at least one of the following observations will inspire comment. d^_^b

Dear Lost,

All is forgiven. See how easy that was? Just a few answers--you haven't lost your mystique, but rekindled my passion! Doesn't it feel good to advance the plot, just a little? And you were so afraid. There's a good little drama. We'll just forget the third season ever happened, and maybe we can have our happily ever after, after all.

Yours,
Kenny

We went to Toys R Us last night to reserve a copy of Super Mario Galaxy. I really don't have time to play it right now, so it will be my main Christmas gift this year (even though I intend to have my daughter open it, she loves Mario). But we wanted to pick it up this week because it will ease our Christmas expenses a little bit. We were buying the game anyway, might as well get the extra $25, right?

If you will indulge me a story and a reminiscence?

This afternoon, my wife took the kids to visit their cousins in Salt Lake. Naturally, I stayed home to prepare for school tomorrow. About two hours after my wife left, I heard activity in my driveway. Two boys, not more than 8 years old, were playing in my yard!

While browsing a classmate's blog the other day, I came across this somewhat dated piece. It is longish (as web posts go!) but well worth a read, or a re-read if you encountered it two years ago when it first appeared. The topic of marriage and family is one on which I meditate frequently; if I do not discuss it more often, it is only because I too often do not know what to say.

(UPDATED 17 July 2007) While I try not to make this site a "news aggregator" like so many other blogs, this article is too good not to share. It is entitled "Harry Potter and the Death of Reading," and it is worth discussing for at least two reasons. First, it is critical of Harry Potter. Second, it asks some hard questions about literature in the United States.

So, in stark contrast with my previous entry, I should like to write about something immeasurably practical and mildly humorous. Though I have never seen Caddyshack, those of you who have will know more or less how I feel.

There is a gopher living under my lawn.

Disclaimer: this entry juts dangerously into the roaring sea of speculative fiction. In this fabulous smörgåsbord of an entry I'm going to hit overpopulation, space travel, transhumanism, millennial eschatology, the American two-party political system and more, all the while maintaining a uniform direction in argument. Not only that, it's going to flow so smoothly that you'll never question my decision to incorporate such a ridiculous number of facially divergent topics into one brilliantly executed essay. All will be clear by the end.

I promise.

The secret every hero has, deeper than alter-egos, more inscrutable than the source of their powers, is that the world does not define them, and so they are free to define the world.

Okay, so I admit, despite the persistent crushing weight of law school, I do make time for Heroes. I mean, it's super-powered people, I'm a comic book junkie, and Lost has, well, lost it's lustre this season. Heroes is fast-paced, and instead of making everything a persistent mystery, they reveal things and advance the plot, increasing tension not by hiding things, but by revealing them. Definitely the best show running this season.