On my birthday two years ago, I launched my Literary Year project. A year ago, I wrapped it up. Other people have been doing booklogs, in many cases better than mine. On the other hand, Diana of Field Notes, no slouch of a reader herself, said she was fond of Literary Year. I won’t flatter myself that I’m any great shakes as a critic — A. of Waggish is one of many far better sources for thought-provoking reaction to books — so I will ascribe Diana’s kind words to my catholic tastes. I’m starting a reviews log back up; unlike Literary Year, I will not even attempt to record everything I’ve read. Even aside from my inability to review everything, I read in bulk; this year, I reread almost the entirety of Steven Brust‘s Vlad Taltos books, a handful of of books by Raymond Chandler, three late Horatio Hornblower novels, and every book I own by Edward Eager. I love Eager, but it’s more difficult to write something interesting about the sixth treasured children’s book in a row than about, say, The Third Policeman upon first discovery. Nonetheless, I’ll give it a try every now and then, lest Diana think ill of me. Seven Things Lately will also contain more than just book reviews; it’ll be a consumption journal. In Providence and in Berkeley, I watched a hell of a lot of movies; now that the Silver Theatre has opened, I hope to resume the practice. Food and drink and comics and music and suchlike will all be fair game, as will websites I don’t think I can wedge into a proper Snarkout entry. (I have my own elaborate rules about what constitutes such a thing.) I’ve installed Moveable Type and will be engaging in some shuffling over the next week or two; please forgive any broken links or hideous stylesheet foulups you encounter. In the interests of keeping this sort of tedious housecleaning update away from essays about con artists, decadent Frenchmen, the origin of nachos, and anti-Stratfordians, I’ve also added an announcement page that will be of little interest to anyone. Thank you, readers, for indulging me; your continuing interest is always something of a surprise to me, and remains a wonderful gift.