As you may have noticed, things are pretty slow around here.  Work has been quite a bother, and it’s only going to get worse.  I leave for Texas this weekend for a week of stuff and whatnot, and after that June is pretty much booked solid.
     What’s that?  You who have been following the strange ups and downs of work around here know that in the past few months your humble narrator has been searching high and low for the right fit.  It all started last August when I decided to fly off in a new direction – no need here to go into that.  Suffice it to say, that after much toil and many snares, some woven and set by me, I’ve landed in what looks like a decent place.  I don’t like to give too many details away, and besides the nature of this position makes it necessary that I keep a distance between Blogdom and those I represent.  Still, I can tell you that I have a licence – a real one, requiring studying and an exam and everything – and that I’ll be the benefits guy for a particular county chapter of a particular Association here in the state.
     Just remember, as I’ve said before, Bernanos sold insurance to make a living, and Wallace Stevens rose to be the president of the Hartford Insurance Company.  We’ll see if Lucre and Poetry can live together under my admittedly strained roof [not to mention all the metaphors about to collapse around here...].
     Which all leaves me wondering what to do with this blog.  You see, Endlessly Rocking, it turns out to my surprise, was quite the going concern.  Now, I don’t want to overstate things.  In the world of the Web, and compared to the Big Blogs out there, ER was a bare hint of an intimation of a blip.  All the same, in its own corner of the wide world it seemed to do quite well, with readers from the four corners of both the benighted globe and the scattered church, and not a few with no affiliations whatsoever.  I’m rather pleased with the body of work over at ER, and have considered over the past few days writing a few Final Posts to round it all out.
     As for Configurations, it started strong, but with everything else in my life it may just be too much work to keep it up.  After ER I really don’t know what else there is to do with a blog.  I’ve always thought the best vocations, or avocations even, are those where one becomes more and more irrelevant over time.  Perhaps it’s just gather in all the good stuff from ER, the one or two decent pieces from Configurations, and turn out the lights.  Perhaps, in short, it’s time to move on to other things.  I would like to publish a collection of essays or some other kind of book – don’t know how to get anyone to look at my stuff, since I don’t have a bunch of initials after my name, but that’s for another time - all of which would be based on pieces from ER.  It would have an aphoristicalistic feel to it.  Some of the essays would be really long and developed, some would just be those ‘miscllenies’ that I like to cobble together from time to time.  Still, who knows if there’s even a market for such a thing?  Would Eerdmans or Brazos be interested in a fellow like me, with no credentials and less good press? 
     Such are the questions that preoccupy me, that and this nasty head cold.  Oh, and luggage – I need some new luggage, or at least one good garment bag.  Then there is this cell phone thing.  Not to mention all the new books.  These sound particularly groovy:

The Priority of Christ:  Toward a Postliberal Catholicism, by Robert Barron, a decent fellow I met three years ago at Ave Maria University, back when it was still in Ypsilanti, Michigan;
Angus Fletcher’s Time, Space, and Motion in the Age of Shakespeare;
Image and Word in the Theology of John Calvin, by Randall Zachman
The Gravity of Sin, by Matt Jenson [thanks, Dennis];
this very cool Patristic Greek Reader, edited by one Rodney Whitacre, a damn fine New Testament professor at the Trinity Episcopal School for Ministry, and a priest in the Reformed Episcopal Church;
From Nature to Experience:  The American Search for Cultural Authority, by Robert Lundin;
The Rabelesian Marriage, by M A Screech
Laudemus Viros Gloriosos:  Essays in Honor of Armand Maurer, CSB;
Kevin Hart, ed, Counter-Experiences – Reading Jean-Luc Marion;
Incorrectly Political:  Augustine and Thomas More, by one Peter Iver Kaufman;
Aidan Nichol’s Hopkin’s:  Theologian’s Poet.

     [I obviously make no claims to read all these from cover to cover in order, as though I were a machine...  Really, I don't...]
     So, you can see that the game’s afoot, and it has little to do with blogging.  Oh well, I’ll figure it out.