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02/03/2006: "Storm's a-comin'"
It's raining today. Not raining, pouring. Severe weather is gliding through central Florida. My lights have flickered, but they have not yet extinguished. Fortunately.
I planned to go to the library today, but I think I'm just going to stay inside and read. I want to read the Medina book, to get some insight into normativity in the PI (From where does it come? Language games? Family resemblance? Rule-following? The so-called "use theory of meaning?"). I intend to read that Wikforss paper to get more insight into semantic normativity in general (she identifies five types . . . neato!). I intend to write on Wittgenstein and finish that book review, both today and tomorrow.
Lunch, or perhaps dinner with Michele on Saturday (she always makes me happy; she's so cheerful, and always makes me smile) and a Superbowl-Divorce (and/or Breakup)-Housewarming party on Sunday with the other Michele and the usual suspects from the department.
It's time. She doesn't know what she's missed, or what she will miss. And I will overcome: it's my world, she just lives here. Indeed, there will be time.
"And indeed there will be time
To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?'
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!']
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: 'But how his arms and legs are thin!']
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."
- T. S. Eliot