I’ve been gone awhile. A lot has happened. A lot continues to happen. I’ll write about it eventually, but for the next little while I’ll work toward getting some of the useful content from my (purposefully shuttered) previous site but in the meantime, I’ll let this post stand as a marker, delineating the break in my over-year-long disappearance from the Web. See you all in a bit. In the meantime, I’ve been back on Twitter for awhile. Stalk me there.

It’s a noun meaning a person who is bigoted. It originated in the 16th century and, back then, it meant specifically a superstitious religious hypocrite.

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I mentioned I’d bought a Nest. I sacrificed a relaxing lunch to install it. They asked me to take a survey. and I thought I’d sacrifice another lunch to answer them and tell you guys about it too. They had a “anything else?” field where I could write whatever. I did discover somewhat disappointing things and a lack of information I feel Nest-as-a-business is missing.

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Today is two months since my wonderful companion Cara died in our home, under the bed we’d slept on together for so long. The feline dynamic has been seriously out of balance but it’s interesting to watch. I’m still very out of balance myself but I think I’m getting better.

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Mine: Staying on top of things and sending helpful tidbits of information to keep things moving along, eventually checking in on the welfare of my associates after a reasonable amount of time has passed between messages.

Theirs: Me obsessively e-mailing, calling, sending random, unrequested scraps of information, eventually tracking down home addresses, knocking on doors, windows, letting myself in and waiting in the living room chair in the dark…

It’s been a month since I lost my oldest cat, Cara. I rescued her when she was a very small palm-sized kitten, her little flagpole tail sticking up everywhere she ran. She nearly died then due to an upper respiratory infection that was spread around the shelter. Due to the kindness of the man who (almost forcibly) adopted her for me, she got treated just in time – such infections can be deadly for kittens. She became Daddy’s girl. To me she was a sweet, loving, insightful companion. To others she was a holy fucking terror. She didn’t like people much. She didn’t like other cats either. In fact, Cara didn’t like most things. But she loved her Daddy.

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