It's strangs how reading a blog moves one back through time. This is in contrast to time's foward progress in a book or journal or a life. In the book we start with the author at the begining and move foward. The reader of a blog, at least on her first visit, find himself starting with the present, or some apporiximation, and moving backward into the past. There are distinct problems with this kind of temporality. Knowing the end can make reading the begining unnecessary, no? Maybe the point is not to read back into the blog's past, but to start when you arrive and move foward with the blogger into that dark night. Avast? Never!