One of my posts (I Could Do Without Darwin) talks about my desire not to be something else’s food. Big mistake. I sometimes wonder what I look like to other people.

First, to put it in context, I was lying in front of the TV watching Planet Earth/The Blue Planet: Seas of Life. Great stuff—I highly recommend it because while most “nature documentaries” like to focus on the lion eating the gazelle (tearing open the throat, tearing open the stomach, pulling out the intestines, over and over—great stuff for kids to watch, eh?)—Blue Planet takes you on a trip from the coral reefs to the bottom of the ocean (very spooky that).

I don’t know of a better way to say this but here goes: What do me and Amy Goodman have in common—other than our good looks and politics? Answer: A Stroke. I had a mild stroke last Wednesday afternoon.

I was working around the outside freshening-up the mulch when my head exploded with light like I was a flash bulb. I didn’t pass out or anything like that, I recovered just feeling queasy and my left arm and face were slightly numb—like after the dentist when the pain suppressant is wearing-off. I grabbed Rosie and brought her inside, and then I went to bed. Thursday morning I got up feeling not too bad. There wasn’t much numbness, so I walked Rosie around the block.

Who are they kidding? Has the management gone completely stupid? Who do they think would believe this? Oh yes, 28% of the country would believe this—they seem to believe anything delusional.

Your first question might be (because it’s on a lot of lips), What’s “blog” mean? Answer: Some years ago, webmasters posted little notes at their site. Notes that might explain why the site was unavailable for some time (the server went down or I thought I’d have some fun, so I deleted all my files, etc.) or pointed-out new stuff at the site, and so on. There were bits of code that you could include in your Web pages (most often called ’shoutboxes’) that helped you add news to your log. Blog is Web log pressed together (weblog, get it?).

It’s like everything else associated with computers: You are not a user, and this is not a Webmaster’s log but swimming upstream only works for salmon, and they die at the end, so blogging it is.