Nobody ever sees them come or go, and nobody knows where they sleep or work; the high cost and low availability of hotel rooms at such events has no effect on these mysterious harlot nomads, who move like shadows, live in invisible tents and caravans and then vanish into the dust like Bradbury’s Autumn People until the next mega-competition. – “Broken Record”
In these retrospectives, I’ve sometimes mentioned the style of the columns, the way they “feel” to me when reading or referencing them. And by the time June 2012 rolls around, they feel completely “normal” to me; I don’t imagine these would read a lot differently if they were written today. When I refer back to an essay from this period, I often think, “Damn, that was that long ago?” because I clearly remember writing or posting it. I can remember details of nearly every column this month, the last before the weekly schedule settled into the form it would occupy until just a few months ago. Oh, the monthly patterns still persisted; this month’s harlotography was “Rhodopis“, its fictional interlude “A Haughty Spirit“, its favorites “My Favorite TV Dramas” and “My Favorite TV Comedies“, and its holidays “The Birth of a Movement“, “Father’s Day” and “Litha“; there was also a Q & A column and the longer answer to a more complex question in “Coming Out“.
