It is the cold dark time of the year that ambition is low, unfortunately it also overlaps with a period of celebration that keeps me on the run. Typically I cannot find anything to write about, but this year following the example of many of my favourite web comics I will be writing about writers block. It is a loop into itself, a real paradox because if it is real this article wouldn't really exist.

I've spent most of the year writing about cycling, politics, linux, consumerism, and all sorts of artisan activities, frustrations, and congratulations. This was the year I became useless, by dispelling all of my public responsibilities associated with the University. Afterward I supposed that work would be found, but what exists in Niagara is lacklustre and without a deeper sense of need. Retail, telemarketing, farm work (chicken-catching), and other underpaid low skill, high turnover work.

It could really get someone down, but instead I'll opt for the usual - the familiar. By repeating the same tasks each year they take meaning in the form of tradition. So lets continue to observe a tradition of... some... I dunno writers block in the winter? Yea. We could all use more of writers block.