reboot.

My current setting: in the cafe area of a Borders, sitting close enough to the restroom that the chemically-smell of cleaning solution regularly wanders its way to my nose. Probably not helping the nausea likely induced this morning from dose #1 of typhoid vaccine. As is the usual case with me, my intent was to be productive and work on this project, but the mind wanders (mine a bit too much) elsewhere, and I'm unable to stop it.

Every once in awhile (I believe the last time was over a year ago), I get the desire to blog. Probably the first of many geeky statements I will write: to repeat, I get the desire to blog. Call it an exercise in introspection. Or a declaration of self-importance. Or a means of self-preservation. Or just a way to escape boredom. But here begins another set of rants, rave, observations, and obsessions, to be housed on the interwebs until I once again lose interest and delete every post.

Okay, there's actually an impetus for starting this again. I'm traveling to India in a couple of weeks and feel compelled to document. Plus, this is a good way of "checking in" with people without having to speak with them directly (read: a way to let the anxious family know that I have not been kidnapped and sold into sexual slavery by pirates).