Ping

There has been a lot to talk about but no time to write about it. A lot's happened with wushu and with work, which is also to say that not much else has happened elsewhere life for lack of time. But there are two blips on the radar that merit mention, if only briefly, because they insisted on resonating somehow, even with the mind weary and preoccupied with work.

Two different women in whom I'd been interested, years and years past (and years apart, mind you - wasn't interested in them at the same point in time) are both getting engaged. Does this mean anything to me? I'm not sure. Not sure what does, anymore.

I'm looking at my desk, strewn wildly with papers, pens and highlighters, post-it-notes, half-full teacups and fallen, now crisp and dry, flower petals. The pursuit of law and order itself creates entropy.