Focus: It's Overrated

When I originally conceived of this work of genius, I had a grand plan: I'd visit various oddball places* in the Phoenix area on a regular basis, from a fabulous bakery run by a toothless wack job, to a small museum devoted to the history of printer cartridges, and write pithy descriptions of my outings, complete with my own photos. My intention was to soften the blow of being stuck here, after we'd fantasized for a good three years about moving somewhere with water, green vegetation, proximity to the sea, and a somewhat civically engaged population. When circumstances conspired to keep us here for a while yet, authoring a local blog seemed like an effective sanity-retaining tool. Somehow, the number of followers would creep upward, and I'd get good press. I'd add unobtrusive advertisements and eventually earn a few bucks, or at least free beer and donuts. Unfortunately, I hadn't yet discovered that I'm just a lazy-ass. So, to make things easier on myself, I'm changing gears just a bit: I will update the blog more often, but it won't center entirely on Phoenix-area outings and experiences. Rather, I'll take a more free-form approach and see how that shakes out. To my seven followers, I thank you for your support! When I'm a rich and famous blogger, I'll host an IPA-and-cheddar party at the Phoenician, and you're all invited!

*I realize that most people wouldn't consider the Cardinals' stadium an oddball place, although it certainly is, especially at tailgating time. And God only knows what happens in the men's room, what with urinals and everything.