Wednesday Night, August 15

1) I'm just gonna come right out and say it. I am seeing so much depression out there, so much anxiety, so much uncertainty. I'm seeing it from friends, from family, from colleagues. I see it on ye Fycebykke. Hell, I see it in the mirror! Don't feel like you have to go through it alone, people, or that it's better to harbor it to yourself, or that you are less of a person for going through it. Reach out! I promise it's better.

2) To Dare More Boldly: The Audacious Story of Political Risk, by John Hulsman, is my latest book, not what people would describe as a usual choice for me. It's quite engaging after a somewhat turgid introduction, but the phrases "geopolitical risk analysis," "geopolitical risk analysts," and "geopolitical risk assessment" make me feel like I'm going to sprain my eyes. Not very euphonious, are they? And I must say, split infinitives, a pet peeve, infest this book like raisins in a fruitcake. And yet . . . fascinating.

3) Anniversary celebrations continue tomorrow evening with a very small gathering for the neighbors. I rather think this makes me dean of the condo association, since I'm the resident owner of longest continued residence. Let's hope that doesn't come with any responsibility! :-)