Cons-itions and Trans-clusions

As proposed at the beginning of this blog, the purpose of "Weber on the Lamb" was to convey the experiences and reactions of a young man (me) adrift in life and wandering about the Continent. It began at an odd moment in my as-yet short life, at the end of my 4 (arguably 8) years of progressive promotion and entrenchment in San Antonio, but before I began my new life as a grad student in New York. A time of transition - what my fellow Classicists would call a "Liminal Zone." It was a snapshot in .hmtl not of who I was at this particular time, but of how I reacted to the very alien situations and environments in which I placed myself.

I felt something like a 17th century scientist. "substance A combined with substance B made the concoction turn Red.... but I wonder what will happed if we substitute C for B and add heat?"

BOOM!

I put myself "out there," in harms way, or at least at risk of a little adventure. I found some, and let quite a bit more pass me by. In this way, I cannot claim boisterously to have "lived every second" or "drank the last drop," but I existed exactly as the person am I would when thrust into such circumstances. I got just a little crazy, I got more than a little dorky, and I was often enough a standard American tourist.

It was a great trip, and this blog (and the responsibility of having even a small readership) in many ways made the trip more meaningful than it would have been otherwise.

so thank you once again.

With the trip over, the continuing usefulness or honesty of this blog is seriously in question. No, actually it's not. It's seriously and certainly over. In a romantic sense, I will probably always be "on the lamb." It's something in my character that I quite enjoy - a certain curiosity to examine grand issues from an amateur perspective, and a non-kosher relishing of my own foibles.

But in the strict sense, this blog has now accomplished what it set out to do. The plot arc is complete, the objective achieved, and it's now time to put it to rest before it gets dragged out through metaphorical justification and principal milquetoastification.

"So long blog, it's time for you to go the way of 'Ole Yeller."
"I don't have rabies, do I?"
"This might actually hurt you more than it's gonna hurt me."

BANG.

As for the rest of you, those listening in on this hypothetical dialogue between a rational adult male and his pet blog, fear not. If this is the kind of drivel you enjoy reading, there's a sequel available. I won't claim the kind of instant brilliance that you can expect from, say, Hamlet 2, but you can follow my continuing adventures now that I'm de-lambed and onto new things in New York.

the new blog, "The Lame Texpatriot" can be found here, and includes its own justification of purpose, etc.

I may drop back in on this forum from time to time, as opportunity and occasion place me once again in a traveling mode. But for now, let's turn out the lights, this party's over.

Weber (off the lamb)