The Inglorious Blackhole

Hiatus is too weak a term for the three plus years since I last posted here. So flaccid and dull, abrupt and forgotten like a seasonal sneeze. Hiatus  is the comfort between bowel movements.

Better would be…

                      void, or cavity, or blackhole.

Dark gaping and forboding words, full of imagery and intrigue.

Or better yet…

                      lacuna. An open riddle promising no purchase of resolution.

I can’t completely explain the reason for such an extended absense, or perhaps don’t want to think too much on it. A lot has happened over the last several years, and I do suspect the “empty” and “dark” terms I chose above were apt, with a pretty long-term and somewhat crippling depression interrupting my studies and cutting short my time in the US. And since then life has felt more like persistent waves of activity without a lot of room for blogging. I moved back to Australia at the end of 2009, returned to work in the IT industry, and in the most joyful and life-changing of events, my wife and I just had our first child – a baby girl.

As the time away from blogging has increased so too has am itch to write and to write about more than the beer and scotch reviews I had previously given the most focus.  My precious drinks (Smeagle??) will remain a part of this endeavour, but I am most excited to turn some attention to books and ideas, both of which consume so much of my thought but rarely see much light of day.

With this in mind I will be making some changes to the blog and will return tomorrow with The Project that will occupy much of the next couple of years between nappy changes. For now let’s just say it feels ambitious, involves one hell of a lot of books, time, and no little blogging

I leave you with a picture of my new family,

Damien.