My year in review claimed victory in a year of blogging; my silence since then hasn’t exactly gotten this year off to a running start textually wise, but I’ve been busy with other things. I just returned from a successful wedding-shower marathon in Minnesota. I wasn’t invited to any of the showers, so I ate BBQ and had fun on the side (while also taking on a significant support role in managing the intensity of the weekend).

Now I’m back and spending hours looking for a job. I’m also reading two new books. The Joke (Milan Kundera) and The Four Loves (C.S. Lewis). There have been quite a bunch of things that have caught my mind from the The Joke (I’m concentrating more heavily on it for the moment), and I’m thankful that my exploratory endeavors into the identity of kitsch led me to his name (which was even more glorified by Briana’s recommendation). He understands the novelist’s mighty task and claims that every word, each finely crafted metaphor, has eternal significance. There’s no better framework with which to write (or read).