Sorry.

Well, I guess in "upgrading" this blog to the latest and gratest edition, you've all been forced to sign in with your google/gmail account.

If you don't have one, shame on you. Get one.

If you do, just sign in from now on with your google/gmail info.

That is all.

2 aught 7

Well, it's now a new year, a time for revelation and whatnot.

Included in the "whatnot" is generally some sort of resolve for turning over a new leaf. That being said and without further ado, let's hear 'em. New Year's resolutions, anyone?

I, being boring, resolve to spend less money, lose weight, and finish my personal 1.75 billion dollar project.

Bling bling!

Engarde! I have returned to write on this blog, which I consider a display of fealty to my dearest of comrades. Me, I have a sample bottle of cognac still in my backpack from an AirFrance flight last March, somehow I forgot it was there until now. At the moment, I am in the middle of my two-semester, free-ride stint at the American University in Cairo (doing Arabic, what else), occasionally making Blutgelt from die Regierung, smoking more but drinking less, juggling sordid affairs, yelling at corrupt police officers who won't do anything but smoke cheep cigarettes and chuckle at perverse jokes without a bribe, and otherwise wandering aimlessly and trying to put off grad school until I know exactly what I am doing here anyways, etc. I hope that clears up any confusion about where I am / what I am doing.
I also hope all of you are still the fabulous bon vivants I know you to be, and have enjoyed a fabulous New Year's ball. Please receive my warmest love and the like.