Tyler wants you to think he knows German way better than he does.
Tyler, that Master of all Trades, has firmed up his writing to such great extent over the past few weeks that I think this blog has reached a natural end. The wealth of his inner world, and the insights into his deepest desires, have slipped beyond my reach. Though I sound the depths of his posts and probe the psychic fray, I can no longer discern so easily what Tyler wants.
Thank you for reading, and please visit once in a blue moon if you sense that the Wants of Tyler have returned, for in that case I shall see them, and we shall peruse them by the light of the full, blue moon.
P.S. Just because I poke fun at Tyler doesn’t mean he’s wrong. Average actually is over and you should drink your beer with fear and trembling.
I don’t know if I’m imagining it, but Tyler’s writing seems to have dramatically tightened up… it’s been 10 days and I haven’t been able to come up with a single one of these. Stay tuned.
Tyler wants to impart another parable about personal responsibility.
Tyler wants job seekers to dance for the chance.
Tyler wants you to know that he is human.
Tyler wants you to see how loyal readers of MR can be rewarded with mentions in a post.