I’m on the road this week, giving a talk on drugs, violence, and terrorism tomorrow night at the Esalen Institute. (Hey, it’s a tough life, but someone has to lead it.)
When you enter the building holding the Esalen hot-tubs, perched rather precariously on a cliff looking down on the Pacific, there’s a sign with an arrow pointing to the right and the legend “Quiet,” and another sign with an arrow pointing to the left, this one with the legend “Silent.”
I can take a hint. So I will be posting only enough to keep my devoted fans from going into frank withdrawal.