I wanted to sit down and write you a nice thoughtful post summing up carefully what I've learned from three years of playing with this medium. I wanted to write it both to give it to you and to figure out just what those things are, because the way I figure out what I know or what I believe is to write. Words come out and make clear what's gooey and confused inside.
But today was instead spent on other things, things that took longer than I predicted. And I don't want to break more promises to you so instead of a dissertation about the interesting and scary and challenging and liberating possibilities of having a weblog, I'm going to tell you a story about my underpants.