I struggle to see to it that this "Life and
Times" blog is neither a slough of despond nor a jeremiad of unending lamentations. But what material does the world
give me? Ridiculous miscarriages of justice multiply left and right. Bright notes
of optimism turn out to be hype and hot air. The world is ending. Will this blog be that place that
anaesthetizes readers with distractions? It would be like watching cartoons
while the house burns down around me.