I apparently have no thoughts of late.
The TA strike continues.
I went to the Historical Materialism conference in Toronto and found that city to be more enjoyable than I expected.
The new Nick Cave album is growing on me.
My best friend from high school and my father have both visited, and this has led to a sharp up-tick in my beer consumption.
I just finished an essay on Marx for inclusion in a book project organized by the Marx and Philosophy Society.
This week I will finish an essay on Aristotle that I hope will be my ticket to superstardom.
The two Davids are American Idol finalists, and if David Cook loses to that little cheeseball I will be honestly and righteously pissed off.
We are two episode away from finishing our complete Buffy the Vampire Slayer retrospective, which makes me a bit sad.