Yes, I do realize the irony of updating this blog to tell you I'm writing on another one

"Oh, that’s nice, your bathroom hand soap smells like apples, but I am spending my life in pursuit of something that will simultaneously make me smell clean, sexy, cozy, at home, far away, full of nostalgia, and sort of like the library in a castle near a vineyard."

I have a guest post at Dooce today. It's about bergamot, financial irresponsibility, and Johnny Depp's balls.