As the Tindersticks once sang, “So this dying slowly… I’m just tired, darling/I just need to lay down.” Oddly enough, when Stuart Staples sang those words he sounded like I feel: so congested I can hardly move my head.
So while I wait for the decongestant-induced colored light trails to vanish, a quick pointer to a pair of goodies courtesy of Doc Searls: egosurf.com and isolatr. The former is apparently designed to show you how much you write about yourself vs. how much others write about you (I’m solidly in the middle of the gauge), while the latter… well, see for yourself.