from a me-reading source that it seems I’m neglecting my little bloggy and therefore appearing uncommunicative. Au contraire. I just spent every spare second processing the insane amounts of photos my sister and I took while in San Francisco last weekend. I am communicating with you visually.

I also have been communicating banally by posting my immediate trivial thoughts on a site called twitter. I encourage you to join and post, too. There’s something about reading quick driveby musings of friends that is oddly satisfying. My username is hambox: find me.

Besides, if you want wordy goodness, a lot of my favorite bloggeteers are in a mini-golden age of write-write-writing. Violet at sparkspark is posting nearly daily, and can that gal put finger to keyboard; sandwichgirl is spending her first winter in Antarctica, and her posts are complusively good reads; Violent Acres continues to unleash her terrifying sharp mind on the world (again, she is not for the faint-hearted); Chris K’s Pop Stand has some nice musings from the mind of a bizarre/hilarious improviser; and The Sneeze currently has an adorable article about Tappy the Bird!