It’s amazing how the signal moments of one person’s life constitute mundane detail in another’s. There is no Combat! blog today, because I am flying to New York. Probably, you don’t care. But it’s exciting and fun for me, like a series of arbitrary events that become ironized or surprising from a certain perspective. You know: like a joke. How about you read this work of genius while I eat airport Chili’s. We’ve both been so terribly reduced.