One day in November.

You needn't tell me that this piece of self publishing has to date any interest except to a few suspicious readers who have seen my internet identity and might want to check to see: 1.  If I am consistent in my misrepresentation or 2. To see if there are any bits of information about me that can actually be verified.   So far it itemizes my professional credentials with few words unless you wander into my thesis which I warn you, is a hefty size.  If my credentials actually got zapped by some wandering malignancy, this blog would have to likewise evaporate. 
So on to vitalizing this patch of promise.
From here to where? then.  The here is November 8 2010.
The where, I imagine,  might be some thoughts on work, on why we hope, some beliefs about humans I have come to hold.  But I warn you, that I will say little to confound the forwarding of my best foot for I have people to talk to and mountains to climb in the years to come.  I will not burn my bridges with wit where such will yet bite me, as I add to this compilation.  Sober and clean is my intention.