This looming new year will be my eighth of daily blogging, and I'm staggered I'm still doing it, let alone at the pace I've been setting recently. The act of opining daily - hourly, actually - requires a ridiculous amount of ego and chutzpah. You try it for seven years straight. To stick at it - even after your prognostications have been revealed, as they inevitably will from time to time, as foolish, mistaken, hyperbolic, or just dumb - demands a certain amount of coerced humility.

Many years ago, when forced to give some kind of definition to blogging, I came up with the notion that it's half-way between

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