I have very mixed feelings about this blog. I refuse to let it wither and die. I wish that Daniel would post--his irreverent humor and occassional insights into DC life are very readable. I wish we weren't worried about our parents reading it. I wish we were more capable web designers (that is, I wish I knew how to do anything except type into this computer like a typewriter).

But why would anyone read this?

Lately many people have told me that I need to keep notes for my memoirs. This would be the fascinating memoir of life with the uber-Homer-scholar, my boss, and life with Greeks and Classicists. Yes, I think that my boss is worth the subject of several memoirs or one of those copious biographies about an academic personality you've kind of heard of but can't remember where (the kind that gets reviewed in the NYRB). And yes I know that I can write some good stories about Greeks, and being in Greece, but I always wonder: who cares? I guess I just need to start writing and take the plunge.

Let the good stories flow.