One of these days, I am going to get the hang of column-writing. In the meantime, I will have to rely on the preternatural patience of my editors at Inq7 — or, rather, at Inquirer.net.
Last week’s column was sent off so late (ah, the pleasures of the passive voice) it came out the following day: Tuesday is the new Monday.
This week’s edition came out on the day it was supposed to; unfortunately, that day was New Year’s Day, and if you squint hard enough while reading the piece you can still see the confetti and the wine labels and the firecracker shells. Auld lang syne and all that jazz.