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02/16/2006: "Long week"
The weekend is approaching and I, for one, could not be happier. I spent the better part of the first half of the week finishing grading the first paper for Social. I had a talk Monday, and several meetings Monday and Tuesday, followed by the obligatory depression on Tuesday night. I had a dissertation meeting yesterday, and had to prepare my Marx lectures for this week. This weekend it will be just me and Wittgenstein; I will find semantic normativity in the Philosophical Investigations, if it kills me (and it just might). I have a meeting this afternoon, and then it's off to Logic. First quiz. Grading. Talk tomorrow, and a faculty meeting. Then beers, tomorrow night. And all weekend it'll be Marx and Wittgenstein (not necessarily in that order).
My work is now my first priority. Anything which becomes destructive to that end must be eliminated. "Simplify, simplify, simplify," Thoreau tells us. With new streamlined haircut, and a dumpster slowly filling with extraneous stuff, I am following this oracular advice. From now on, I'm llimiting myself to only going to go out once a week, and hopefully it will be with someone cute and brilliant (read: not Moose). BTW: I am now accepting applications, but more on that later.
