“The rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated.”
– Mark Twain

As I’ve begun to receive concerned messages from family and friends convinced I’m lying somewhere in the streets, having been perhaps flattened by bus or taxicab, I wanted to briefly say that, after a remarkably shitty first half of last week, I then had a remarkably better (though not terribly communications-accessible) second half / weekend out in Denver, watching my younger brother David graduate from college.

Now, however, I’m back in NYC, alive and on top of the ball. Things should be back to “normal” around here, whatever little that means. Carry on.