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I’ll be off on a bit of a busman’s holiday beginning Saturday morning: a drive from the rainy, chilly snow-on-cedars forests of Washington State to the… evidently equally rainy, almost-as-chilly redwood forests of northernmost California.

Seemed like a good idea when we booked the trip last November but the weather map says it’s even more 40-degrees (F) and raining there than it is here. (And my father swears that here we just paint our thermometers at 40 degrees to save ourselves the trouble of buying real ones. :-)

Actually while it will be rainy it’s actually a beautiful time of year to visit and my whole family is looking forward to it.

Even me, despite slight qualms about just how much internet connectivity there might be — it may be dial-up from the little cabins we’re staying in, assuming there’s even a local access number!

Anyway, all this by way of letting you know that if I seem to vanish, or at least fade somewhat, it’ll be a planned outage and if so then while I’ll still be reading appropriate materials off line (at the very least I’ll be thoroughly enjoying myself reading Amanda Marcotte’s new book “It’s a Jungle Out There”) and otherwise recharging my batteries.

If I do find my way to a connection (who knows, it’s 21st Century California and not 18th Century Borneo after all) you can probably expect posts on prostate cancer and the no-sex class paradigm, further reflections (with a distinct figleaf twist!) on what might constitute “feminist porn,” and reflections on a startling realization about what I’ve actually been interested in blogging about for at least the last half year (if not my whole adult life.)

Sooner or later, preferably sooner.

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