I am, in fact, still alive! I've just been working quite a bit and there's very little new to report other than that I spend most of my life folding pants and hauling 40-pound boxes around a warehouse these days.
We're finally getting some much-needed rain this morning and there are few things I'd like more than to just stay in bed and read for most of the day. I've had a string of luck with choosing good books lately, including Rocketman (a biography of the Apollo astronaut and Skylab commander Pete Conrad that is the most engaging nonfiction piece I've read in...well, ever) and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (which I got for the name alone but turned out to be extremely relevant to some vague philosophical issues I've been mulling over in the stockroom.)
Next on the list is Alfred Bester's The Stars My Destination (yeah,
spastic_visions, finally) but after that I am open to recommendations. Read anything good lately, flist?