This is supposed to be a blog about things. In particular, things I like. But also things I don't like.
Anything goes, really.
The problem is, I cannot (yet) get myself to actually write about those things. But I can sort-of create my writing wishlist, and maybe then I'll get divinely inspired in my sleep (possibly by some helpful goddess-of-struggling-new-bloggers), to actually produce something. My dreams are usually not about writing -- there were some about math, but I don't think they were really a product of Namagiri intervention. I remember one in particular, a vision of hell, where I was stuck on the Gabriel's horn, riding a bike over thinner and thinner edge, in an empty space of inifnite.
Getting back to the wishlist -- here it goes: