I have too many Web sites. Okay. There, I’ve said it. That, and I’ve been spending wasting too much time on Twitter trying to build a “readership,” so I can then point people to my sites whenever I post something new. This strategy, however, becomes a problem when you don’t write anything new to point at. (Not to mention the fact that a goodly number of Twitterers–if not a majority–are more interested in talking about how great Twitter is than having an intellectually stimulating discussion.) I have an excuse for being unprolific (Don’t bother looking that word up–it doesn’t exist) this past week. My wife and I drove up to Redwood City when we thought her sister had gone into labor. (She hadn’t.) We left South Pasadena after midnight on Tuesday morning and got in around six, which effectively meant that I spent the last three days walking around in a sort of waking dream, somewhere in the gray area between lucidity and REM sleep.

In other news, I’ve started reading Moby Dick. I thought about committing to post a response after each new chapter I read. But this guy seems to have that base covered. Besides writing insightful responses and crafting cerebral songs in response to each chapter of the book, he was also mentioned in the New York Times. I think I could definitely best him in the musicianship category, though. Not that it’s a contest or anything. Now, to sharpen my spear…