Well! I'm spending all my time after work this week at the New York Indpendent Media Center, which is finally looking like a real IMC. I don't judge this by what we've managed to produce; the measure of an IMC is never really how many stories we produce, and it certainly ain't about quality. But people are at the space about 24/7 now, and more to the point the first round of communal food has been served. Excellent Indian food, really well-spiced mottir panir.

I'd have more to say but suddenly I'm very tired. I think I'll go home, though my impulse is to crash on one of our sofas. Soon I will post something about how we came by this space to begin with, and a little meditation on what the IMC is and what it should be. That will have to be once my new iMac arrives-- at the moment I'm using a Performa at home which has no browser on it at all, and it is of course ill-advised for me to do anything from work. I guess this is more of a place-filler than anything else, to assert that the Dancing Sausage Web Journal is still alive and kicking and will continue to be so in the near future.