One of the problems with this NaBloPoMo is that I honestly do not have something to say every day. I mean - it's WEDNESDAY. Outside of the concert on Monday night which is truly a rarity for a Monday night, it's the beginning of the week. I haven't been doing anything interesting besides working (and I flatly refuse to post about work on this blog, on ANY blog, or on the internet in general in any slightly identifiable format), and I likely won't be doing anything radically interesting for the rest of the week either.

I started this blog during a very different time in my life and when I revived it at the beginning of the year it was with an eye to this being a (hopefully interesting) glimpse of our life in London and a way for me to continue to write - specifically about music - despite a full time job. I'm just not comfortable - at least not now - with this being an online diary or a log of my daily life. Frankly, that's just not that interesting: in the past few days I've worked, been out to lunch, had a drink with a friend, read the first 25 pages of American Pastoral by Phillip Roth, actively listened to some music in advance of some planned blog entries, watched England v. Holland in a pre-Euro 2008 friendly, and gone to bed early.

Like you need to read about that.