The idea, originally, was beautiful in its simplicity. A few hundred words every other day or so, describing the daily struggles of an American grappling with expatriatism and acclimatizing to a rather unique pace of life. What it failed to take into account, of course, was the seduction afforded by internet silence and a “unique pace of life” disrupting writing’s natural rhythms.

That is, of course, no excuse. I might just as well claim lack of muse or will.

Regardless, we, collectively speaking, are now Here, in a new Year. We’ve received Hope from a new President for the United States and the Promise of a new Parliament for Iceland. The past months have been traumatically dramatized by the ever-toppling stream of financial dominoes.

I’ve recently started, or re-started, a few other side projects in lieu of playing with games during the rare free evening. Now seems as good an opportunity as will be had to give an old project compository-prosical resuscitation.

This evening, should I not be sidetracked - don’t count on that - I intend to update the software behind the site and crack out one of a few things that have been clawing away at my braincase. But for now, I must depart - my good friend Rob of (d)N0t has requested I investigate the unusual riots that have, of late, rocked downtown Reykjavik.