Everyone I know is scared. It’s an amazing phenomenon to be able to speak with every person in proximity to you and they all tell you that they’re frightened.
I’m not sure which is more of a fiasco: Fear Itself or the Ubiquity of Fear.

I have finally, after two years or so, started reading more than one book a week.
In fact, I just finished Meghan Daum’s book of essays called My Misspent Youth. It’s an intelligently written series of observations on online dating, shiksa-dom, and the difficulties of working for $18,000 per year. Unfortunately, as good a writer as she is, she’s a bit too in love with her ability to string words together poetically. And I think she’s trying to re-capture her youth a bit too earnestly through writing about it. Alas. It’s a good read nonetheless – one of the few people of this generation that can substantiate their beliefs in essay form.

I just finished a short piece on Godspeed You Black Emperor for a Web site which I will list later, if and when the piece is up and it looks half decent and it reads well and the illustrations are not bad.
I’m also trying to figure out how to tweak this blogger to make it look more readable. Suggestions are welcome.

Welcome one and all to Deckchairs on the Titanic.
This is a Web log that I set up with the incredible expertise of Victor Sparrow, Web design guy extraordinaire. Much thanks for his help.
Deckchairs on the Titanic (or short: Deckchairs from hereon as I am a good typist but one with not a lot of time on his hands) will try to do what every good Web log does — elucidate the special and illuminate the ordinary. Or something like that.
Please let me know your thoughts as I take this for a ride around the Web hills and valleys. Much inspiration and appreciation again to Victor.
Andrew.