Inside the Mind of a Nathan

Excuses are scary things. Each excuse is like one step deeper into the Matrix, deeper into a fabricated virtuality that could fall apart at any second. I've worked with a few students over these many years. Either the students' parents or the students themselves are paying me real, live money. Often, when I recommend some exercise, my students will retort by saying they're good enough at thus and such skill. In other words, they're paying me to tutor a skill they already have. Paradox much?

Holy moly cajoley! I blogged like five days ago, but it feels like forever. It's possibly because I was sick, so time got a little warpy. It's possibly because I've been thinking so much about my wacky story about Michael the Traveler .

Exciting news! But we'll set that aside for now. In other news, I haven't written for Meadowvale in a while. However, Michael the Traveler has had some vivid adventures. I'm not sure if he'll go anywhere properly, but it's been a freeing exercise. As I've been writing his erratic saga, I'm realizing how stifled Meadowvale can feel sometimes. In part, it's because I have nearly no rules for Michael the Traveler. In part, I'm writing more fluidly. In part, I began Meadowvale with a certain form, a certain tone, and I'm loath to change it. I think it will go well regardless; plus, I'll have to edit so much anyway.

Entropy is defined as "a measure of the energy that is not available for work during a thermodynamic process. A closed system evolves toward a state of maximum entropy." In other words, anything — left to itself — will run out of energy.