I keep meaning to update my site / work out my new design / keep things exciting for those of you who put in the hard labor of typing antoinewilson.com into your browsers, but then I get distracted by this novel-shaped thing I’m working on.
I hope you’ll accept my apology.
Oh and BTW – if you show up here and the site is all redesigned and looking fresh and new and cool, please don’t ask how the writing is going. ; )
Last night I went out for some Karaoke with my wife and a few friends. We got a private room for four at a place on Sawtelle and had an amazing time. (Der Kommisar, anyone? She Blinded Me With Science?)
It was such a transformative experience, I wondered whether I should write about it. But not really.
I write to you from the St Louis airport, enroute to Iowa City. Looking at the map on the plane, I see that I’ve come a little too far east, but I guess that’s how hubs work. And when you’re traveling on miles and points, that’s how you roll.
I invite my blogreading public to name the following phenomenon: