You know how sometimes you take up a little hobby, like writing articles about food, for example, and then all of a sudden your day job gets really busy, and you take on another time-consuming freelance job on top of that, because you sure could use the money, but then you lapse into despair about how you’ve set yourself up for failure and decide you should run away and start all over in Bora Bora, but that sounds a little too wacky, and you realize that something’s got to give, and what’s got to give is your little hobby, even though you imagine wistfully that your hobby could be your real job, but you know perfectly well that what people do for a living and what they’re actually interested in are forbidden to intersect, according to some unfortunate law of the universe, so you trudge over to your desk and write a long, self-pitying sentence about how you’re not going to write any more “Bite It” columns for awhile and hope that nobody gets mad at you?
Well, you know how sometimes, in newspapers, people’s columns don’t appear and instead there’s a little note that says, “So-and-so is on vacation”? Let’s just say that “Bite It” is on vacation, if by “vacation” we mean “whining about work and/or running away to Bora Bora.”
See you in a few…
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