I've been very happy to receive emails from people encouraging me to continue blogging. It's not like I had purposely stopped -- it's just that I hate getting online at home (crappy dial up). Plus, since I can tell Kent all my stories, it seems like I don't need this outlet to share my happy times.

But, I will try and write more often if I can.

We just got back from Nashville late last night. I was there for a conference on blogging. It was really interesting being there. I saw first hand how big the egos are of bloggers. Damn. Kent doesn't think blogs amount to much, and so it was interesting arguing with him in the car on our drive there about the value or lack thereof of blogs.

Anyhow, we got to eat at an Ethiopian restaurant and Thai restaurant while there. The Ethiopian cuisine was interesting. I hadt been wanting to try Injera for the longest time. I don't think I'll have that craving again. Injera is this spongy flat bread that is where the stews "relish" is placed on. You take the injera and scoop up the stew (very similar to Indian cooking). The first couple of bites were interesting. I liked it. But then, my mind got control of my sensory palatte and I realized the smooth, spongy texture of injera did not please me one bit. I think the appearance of it too (almost like honeycomb tripe) made me not enjoy it.

I did finish most of it up, however. All these reflections came toward the end, when I realized what was going on.

Ok, I seem to have wandered off in thought, so I'll end here.