on missing blogging

i miss blogging

its been so long but i just didnt want to write an 'i'm sorry i havent blogged' posts. i shouldnt need to explain my life

• i've thought about writing up my post of 'things to do in ny when you're engaged' -- it was going to be full of great links and look i even had a cool title
• i've thought about trying to express how wierd being engaged is. the emotions, the sense of going over to the dark side. one day a militant single, the next a smug married in the making
• i've thought about finally writing about those things about religious zionism that i never finally wrote out and so now i am forced to read all those post-disengagement soul searching where finally everybody's writing about what i've been thinking if not saying for years

all this thinking and no ones going to read it because you've all given up this blog anyway.

when i created this blog this time last year, just before an existential crisis involving near drowning in my own tears and breakfast across the table from my parents in a florence hotel, was '32 and then some' a limited yet prophetic title?

was it always going to be just a matter of time before this thing fizzled out because my life was fizzling up?

whos to say -- afterall its hardly sane reasons that have kept me away. but i cant say more than that otherwise i contradict line 2

oh well this is a start.