Come in Rangoon.

It's nice to think that all of the people that read these thoughts could pile into my Toyota and go out to dinner together. And that they are all people with whom I'd like to have dinner. How flattering the recent emails asking if I was alive. Just barely.

Working night and day on extensive make-over of our corporate Web site. The difference between a really shitty Web site (the one I did) and a really good one (the one Andy and Kory created) is a hell of a lot of work. I find it almost impossible to stop --even for a few minutes-- until the project is complete. I am mining a deep vein of obsessive/compulsivness that I have always known was there. I wonder if we are creating a digital Delorean or Tucker. Are we delivering a state-of-the-art Stair Master to native islanders with no electricity or desire to exercise? We shall see.