Persistence

So, sure, my most publicly active reader of late has been a respondent who leaves comments in Mandarin and who seems to have an affinity for Leo Buscaglia. And, sure, the initially ambitious pace of posts has waned in a manner all too predictable: I'm like Lenny Dykstra in 1990, coming out of the gate with a bang, but gradually sinking below the .400 mark, below .380, and then, by September, below .350. It's a long season, folks.

But it's not over. Not by any means. Not when there are developments like this:

So I'll keep plugging away, just as Nails did in his ill-fated 1998 comeback attempt. Just keep that espresso and those Chinese remarks coming...