Aim
I would like to say, with Elvis Costello, my aim is true. But that won’t do. (“Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking/when I hear the silly things that you say.”)
My aim here is to write small essays, trials. I intend for most of them to be no larger than a thought, to be no longer than a mood. Even if my tone seems sure, my footing is not, and I know it. As Montaigne confesses:
If my mind could gain a firm footing, I would not make essays, I would make decisions; but it is always in apprenticeship and on trial.
Maybe another way of puting my aim is to borrow Plato’s notion of serious play. But I don’t know; maybe not. Take the blog, anyway, for what it is: a momentary natural history of my thinking.
Quantum Est In Rebus Inane 
Interesting philosophy of bloggery. I’m trying to do a similar thing . . . http://apieceofcoffee.wordpress.com/
What you are doing looks very good. I’ll try to keep up with your site. Thanks!
Cool. Subscribe if ya like . . .
Hello,
I just wanted to drop by and give a very sincere “thank you” for your book on Chuck. For a “silly” TV show, it and the finale were massively important to me at a time in my life when I felt very much like a pre-intersect Chuck myself. It’s means something indescribable to me to see a serious commentary on a show that most people disregard. I’m not much of a commenter, but will definitely subscribe, and would be happy to make a donation for the book if you ever set up a venue to do so.
Thank you.
Thanks, Arthur. I take the show seriously, obviously, and offer no apologies for that. It has meant a lot to me.