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Perhaps we should all just accept that this blog, like so many others out there, has fallen into a state where it’ll be updated every few months, and each post will begin with an apology that it has been so long since the last post. (Who are we apologizing to, anyway? Does anybody even notice? Does anybody even care? Cue the dancing minions.)

Anyway, it’s back now. Maybe I’ll even write stuff every so often. For now, let me leave you with this:

For Christmas, my sister gave me a set of windchimes that until now, I’ve lacked a good place to put. They now hang proudly on my little balcony, tinkling merrily to announce the passing of the occasional bit of breeze. The tones produced by this particular set of windchimes is interesting, though. Usually it’s just the abstract tinkly notes you’d expect, but occasionally it plays the first six notes of the “Schindler’s List” theme.

I may have to do something about that. Not only do my windchimes sometimes make me sad for no apparent reason, but they may get me sued for copyright infringement.