That big, ugly No Yabuts sign arrived today over our cyber transom. We’re stirred, but not shaken by it.It’s only been a week since we announced the creation of prof. yabut’s journal (and the retirement of that ethicalEsq character). We couldn’t possibly have made any enemies yet; indeed, we apparently haven’t had any readers yet. In the honored tradition of the Free Press, pyj will not be cowed — nor branded. Being born (and born-again) contrarians, this just makes us want to yabut ourselves silly.
Yeah, but, we’ve nevertheless been doing some soul-searching, and even forced ourselves to read this week’s entire pyj output. To be honest, a lot of it sounds ghost-written by the Former Editor — just too heavy. So, the pyj gang promises to get serious about getting unserious (at least most of the time). Law Day‘s behind us, as is Evan’s defense of the standard contingency fee. We have fully vented about the venality of our youth, too, It should be a lot easier to start carping and kvetching with a twinkle in our eye, rather than a lump in our throat or an ache in our belly. What could possibly ruin our profound new feeling of serenity and detachment?
Please let us know how we’re doing. . .