Point 1

After going dark approximately seven years ago, it's time to revisit the once-hallowed halls of Admittedly Hawken and determine, once and for all, why such a brilliant flagship sunk to the ocean floor so quickly and so unceremoniously.

For the purposes of explanation and clarification (and also, possibly, rejuvenation), I would like to formally open a point-counterpoint dialog on this very subject.

The reason for Admittedly Hawken's demise is simple, and forlorn readers need look no farther than the younger half of this celebrated blogging duo.

My little brother is a talented writer and an energetic wordsmith, but his great mind is also, oftentimes, his undoing. Jacob has never encountered a monumentally important task that, if an ice cream truck drove by, could not be permanently forgotten in a moment.

This infamous levity is the very buoyancy which allows such a brain to remain so agile, but it does not lend itself to finishing projects which it starts, or remaining engaged to said projects over extended periods of time.

Regular incentives (e.g. baked goods, physical violence, physical violence with baked goods, etc.) are necessary to ensure his commitment does not wane. In this respect, he is not entirely unlike a poorly bred hound -- minus the proclivity to sleep in his own fecal matter; a practice his wife now prohibits.

It is this reason -- indeed, this sole reason -- that this otherwise fantastic blog came to an abrupt halt after several weeks of posts from me alone.