Okay, okay… I know that the title of today’s post is actually a command and not a question (and that the question mark, therefore, is totally unnecessary) but doesn’t it look weird without?
At any rate, I apologize for the tardiness of today’s post. The internet was down at Casa Richter again, which means my plans to start writing about the things I’d really like to write about were foiled once again.
(What else is new?)
Nonetheless, I was amused to stumble upon this blog post written by one of the ethnomusicologists I met at the CORD/SEM conference back in November (the cute one, who just so happened to introduce himself as a relationship columnist).
(Click here for the full back story on that one…)
I liked his post for two reasons, firstly because a good portion of it was about me and I’m nothing if not egocentric. Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, it articulated, rather eloquently, what I’ve been feeling for a while now.
I can’t write about dating for the rest of my life.
And I never set out to write about dating in the first place.
I want to write about people. And places. And even though I’m too busy trying to be The World’s Greatest Teacher right now to become The World’s Greatest Travel Writer, I’d like to practice a little. So I hope you’ll indulge me.
Today, a picture.
Tomorrow something about that picture.
First person to guess its location wins… I don’t know… something.
Maybe a “Team Wedding Date” t-shirt.
(He is *thinking,* by the way, about writing a guest post thanks to your comment, Susan.)