Image via WikipediaQuite a lot has gone on this week, events and explorations of one kind or another, but every time I've sat down to write, I've concluded:
Oh that's nobody's business. Interesting. From whence comes this sudden desire for privacy? Blogger ego tells blogger that what blogger thinks is everybody's business, or should be, since blogger's life is illustrative, microcosmic, fascinating in its particularity and its generality, for are there not lessons in both varieties of experience?
But there's obviously plenty of ego in the sudden notion I should not be sharing since it assumes someone is paying attention!! (Two exclamation points. How many things deserve two exclamation points? The U.S. Constitution? The Ten Commandments?)
I graded my ethics midterm. That's between me and the students. I took reporting class to San Francisco City Hall. The things I could tell you about Supervisor Eric Mar (but won't). Pat and I took our weekly bike ride. (The proverbial fly on the wall would have been left far behind.)
I'm suddenly hoarding my trivia. I don't deserve the name of blogger.