10.31.04: Spooky, spooky Halloween. It's kinda like a counter-culture Christmas. I was never much into holidays, however. But it is Vanilla Ice's birthday.

I've been moving. It sucks, I hate it. For new contact info, email me.

I now have taken the plunge to get a cable modem my new apartment. I have not had the luxury of gratuitous 3 AM email-checking for several years. I'm so amused. Long story short, I'm re-cording this site. I initially coded this minimalistic site when the old site was eaten by a sdf server crash. It's the only time I've lost data on this server, and it is maintained quite well. But, I never quite got around to re-coding the old site. I do now have a much larger arsenal in the Java script and CSS arenas, so expect the site to be daring in the code arena, but still underdeveloped enough. Throw on the Lectern (which I've been trying to launch for a while), and we may have a ball game . . .

How about them Red Sox, eh?

10.28.04: Bush, speaking about Kerry's allegations that 270 tons of explosives are missing in Iraq: "a political candidate who jumps to conclusions without knowing the facts is not the person you want as your commander in chief." Sound like anyone you know?

10.26.04: I just got the internet(s?) connection at the house. This will be the first time in four years I have not had to go to the office to be online. Does this mean I'm going to post more? The answer seems to be a triumphant "Yes!"

I'm scared shitless about this election. Now granted, there are a good deal more rednecks here in Florida than your average locality, but Bush is polling ahead all over the pace. I guess it comes down to Electoral Math (Hey, Russert, where's the grease board?)

I'm especially concerned now about the recent speculation about Rehnquist's health. It might behoove us all to bite the bullet and vote for Kerry, since a more class oriented nominee (I can't use the word "liberal" anymore) would swing the court back to the left.

If Bush gets elected, I'm expatriating.

10.12.04: Derrida is annd always has been for me a point of confusion, a thinker of limits, who keeps the process of questioning always in mind, and challenges the "truth" of the current state of philophical developments. He keeps philosophers honest.

Of course, his loss is tragic, but philosophers (like artists) have a special way of becoming more vibrant and important after their deaths, much more so than when alive. Paradoxically, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy . . .

Excerpt from a recent email to a student