A brief respite.

Since my “Tumbularity” seems to be tumbling into oblivion — and regardless of the fact that I’m not even sure what that number stands for — I figured I’d check in. Because the last time I disappeared from the Internet without saying anything I got hit by a tow truck and had to take blog break while I was unconscious in the hospital.

Comparatively, this little break is far more innocuous. I’m just really busy right now, as it goes with life sometimes, and I’m taking a break to prioritize and get-things-done and maybe do some of those things that Merlin Mann keeps going on about. Also, I’m about halfway finished with twenty-something pages of academic writing, and that kind of thing will make you want to run away from your laptop as soon as you’re finished. (I do, admittedly, still find the time to tweet.)

In my off-time — at like, three in the morning — I’ve been thinking about how Nervous Acid is kind of like a band to me, and how every time I’ve changed it or redesigned or switched focus, well, that’s like making a new record. And as much as I loved, say, OK Computer, I don’t think I ever wanted Thom Yorke to sing about Gucci little piggies forever. So, in line with that analogy, I’m kind of working on a new album. In the meantime, enjoy the silence. It’s nice outside.