Search Not alone and not un­read, but the ground un­der­foot ain’t steady. An in­stance of Ho­mo eco­nomi­cus wouldn’t be do­ing this — no pay­day loom­ing. So I guess I’m not one of those. But hey, when­ev­er I can steal an hour I can send the world what­ev­er words and pic­tures oc­cu­py my mind and lap­top. Which, all these years lat­er, still feels like im­mense priv­i­lege. A lot of good writ­ing is on Medi­um, which has learned its blog­lesson­s. Shortish-to-longish for­m: check . Some­thing fresh ev­ery day: check . Fol­low your faves: check . But on my phone, an ir­ri­tat­ing goober at the screen’s foot says “open in app”, try­ing to tempt me out of the bl­o­go­sphere, off of the We­b. I guess lots of peo­ple go there but I’m not gonna. On a blog, I can write about blog­ging and whim­si­cal­ly toss in self-indulgent pic­tures of May’s bud­ding aza­leas. I can end m...