2001 was the worst year in the history of Generation X. Maybe that ain't saying much, since we're supposed to be The Pampered Generation. (Of course they say that, but my generation actually seems to be teeming with anxiety-ridden type As, always pushing themselves further onward to the next goal [yes, goals as fixes], never satisfied with their current state, never happy with themselves.)

2002 finds me continuing to freelance and living in south Charlotte. I've just started a rather large project with First Union/Wachovia: I'm helping design their intranet. Which means this blog ain't gonna be updated too often--as promised on day one.

May the best of 2001 be your worst of 2002. (And that wouldn't be hard, eh?)

Ya'll be careful out there.