Blogging from California, where I'm detained for a few extra
days, because I had a rope climbing accident while playing with my
nephew on the beach in Santa Monica, which resulted in a deep gash
across the bottom of my foot requiring 11 stitches. "I once saw a
guy who sliced up his entire foot on the rudder of a boat," a
medical assistant told me. "But your cut is much gnarlier." Perhaps
one day I'll write a full account of the incident, including the
part when I was driven off the beach in one of those
"Baywatch"-style rescue vehicles, with a cheering crowd of
onlookers. But for now, just rest assured that all is well, but the
scarring will put an end to my foot-modeling aspirations, so it
looks like the world will be stuck with my writing forever.