Can We Start Again Please?

Oh, my poor neglected blog.

So much has changed since my last post. A new job for me, a new school for L, a new government for Britain, a new ecological disaster for the United States.

I barely know where to begin.

On May 10th, I began working at a company named CallMiner, a software company whose product analyzes the content of recorded customer service phone calls in order to help clients identify problems and inefficiencies within their own organizations and thus better serve their customers in turn. It’s been an interesting learning curve, with a lot of laughs along the way.

We also enrolled L at Creative Minds Montessori School, which he LOVES. While we had felt that he was doing very well in terms of his intellectual development, he had few opportunities to develop social skills and interact with other kids. I cannot over-emphasize just how much he is learning each day.

The new government. Well, at the end of the day, we’ve replaced a bunch of bureaucrats who think they know what’s best for us all with another bunch of bureaucrats who think they know what’s best for us all. Their views conflict, and time will tell. While a hung Parliament is of little use to most people, I think the gains made recently by the third-largest of Britain’s political parties highlight the need for something a little different. The Liberal Democrats (despite the American connotations of the words) are a “centrist” party rather than being on either the “left” or “right” wings (and who was it, anyway, who determined the orientation of this ideological space?) – and I think many people are becoming sick of left-vs.-right wrangling, since it is reasonable to expect that more people are in the ideological center than out on the flanks. In time, perhaps, the electoral reform which the LibDems have long sought will result in their coming to power on their own, bringing a fresher perspective to the table. For now, though, it’s too soon to say much.

And the oil spill. Who, exactly, didn’t see this coming with the advent of deep-water rigs? There will always be corners cut, there will always be shoddy work, and as such there will always be accidents. It’s just that an accident occurring a mile under the water becomes rather hard to patch. There is little I can truly say about the ecological impact of millions of gallons of oil spewing into the Gulf that hasn’t already been discussed by people far more qualified than I, but I fervently hope that this debâcle puts an end to that pukeworthy mantra “drill, baby, drill”.

Will there be more on these subjects? Undoubtedly.

Will it be now? Heck no. Let me get settled back into the blogosphere first.