I'm back. Tumbleweed blows through the blogosphere these days, with the departure of certain rather large-scale blogs taking those in their orbit with them. Renewed readerlessness (zero down from about two) has made me feel liberated to write what I feel, garbage or otherwise, without self-censure.

I've been riding to work. I was always petrified of it - the cars, the exertion, the hat hair - but somehow I've now become hooked. It's utterly amazing. There are scents I haven't encountered since childhood. Mostly native vegetation - subtle, buttery wattle and the bark of old gums. There are strange sounds - a man scoping out an underground cable with a detector machine that made a sound like a theramin as it passed over danger below; the swish of my tyres as I pass under tunnels. Where I used to feel fatigue at the thought of saddling up, I now look forward to jumping on my bike and scooting off at the end of another irritating day at work. And I've lost weight. I can't believe it has taken me so long to figure it out.