A friend thought that I had tried to erase all record of the blog. Not so. I was tired of seeing people arrive at this page by googling an ex's name, so I erased everything. Nothing of importance was lost. I've already written up everything that I thought needed to be written up.
I'm not quite ready to get back to proper philosophy blogging. I thought I'd post this little gem:
The narrator is pretty much what would happen if you spliced my genes with Ryan Prewitt's and added liberal doses of scotch. Thanks to Brent for the link.