Will Bridewell

This sort of thing is a bit outmoded with all the social networking sites that have popped up. Now it seems as if you can't escape hearing about the trivial interests of other people—all the time. That's unfortunate. Facebook, MySpace, and all the rest have in many ways transformed the personal into the impersonal. In some bleak, unlikely future, after mankind has squandered all its energy resources, I suspect that the social web will fall among the least of the things missed.

It's been years since I last hit the books on Sanskrit. I even switched to Mandarin for a brief period, but I have enough trouble staying on top of English.

I'm learning a Yang-style taijiquan. If you're in the Bay Area, you should give it a shot at the Taijiquan Tutelage of Palo Alto.

Times have changed, and playing music has taken a back seat to other modes of expression. We can't be everything all the time.

Ahh, finally something that I have time for these days. Since I'm often asked, here's a list of a few artists that I enjoy--right now: Diamanda Galas (Guilty, Guilty, Guilty), Skinny Puppy, CocoRosie, John Lennon, Antony & the Johnsons, Fields of the Nephilim, Bob Dylan (up to Blonde on Blonde), Peter Brötzmann (and Last Exit), Bauhaus, and Phil Ochs.

My reading patterns and focus have changed dramatically over the last few years. Although I'm still pleased with Albert Camus, my attention has shifted from absurdist fiction, through Haruki Murakami, to the lost generation. I wonder why.

a Doesn't everyone read this stuff? I guess not. My life centers on the processes of discovery and creativity, and sometimes philosophers say interesting things.

Do you like fun? I sure do. In my book, nothin' beats it.