I just wrote a very long entry on what it was like to take my daughter to the mall today. And then my client crashed while I was saving it. For a moment, I was livid. But then I had an idea. What if, like the art of people like Andy Goldsworthy, the loss of my words wasn't really loss at all? What if, like some of the rock sculptures he builds at ocean's edge, their unwitnessed disappearance was the best way for my ideas to be expressed? It sounds like a rationalization, I know. But it's preferable to throwing the laptop across the room.