It is often attributed to Lenin the saying that there are decades in which nothing happens, and then there are weeks in which decades do happen. Probably it is too soon to say decades did happen in the last few weeks. Maybe a coronavirus vaccine will come along, and people will pretend nothing happened, back to business. Or perhaps no vaccine comes, and many will still pretend nothing happens — a dark possibility already being played out in many corners of the earth.

I also find it too soon to express what I felt during this pandemic. In the past month, one foot already outside the door, one foot in, I have mostly appreciated how bizarre what we used to call a normal life actually was. Going into lockdown, I took notes and documented those early days. Three months later, my notes read like lousy sci-fi, except it is all true — a time outside of regular time. So maybe we should cancel the timeline altogether and reset the calendar at year 3020 or 20C0 or a number even weirder when we get to a point in which we can find ourselves in a society with a modicum of predictability in the future. If we ever.

Halfway throughout my confinement, I found the Warp Earth Catalog newsletter. The first playlist had this track by Can, Future Days. Listening to it made me feel optimistic about this massive opportunity for rethinking.

Maybe I will articulate what I am thinking in future weblog posts; perhaps I will not. I've become wary of how there are too many opinions already! I will be parsimonious as to be worth your attention (or at least point you to some great music). I decided it was time for a new site. I deleted nearly all old weblog posts, remnants of an uninteresting and too long a past, thoroughly 404'ed, keeping only some of my portfolios and curricula. I also dialed my social media presence way down. I want that brand-new notebook feeling, and I need focus.

Here we go.