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07/24/2006: "The Hermeneutics of Cardboard"
After a morning's effort, I have about half of the Marx papers graded. The rest will, by necessity, be finished tonight. Tomorrow I begin my treatment of Marx's economic theory, starting with the Grundrisse and "Wage Labor and Capital." The latter is a beautifully written and poignant exposition of the objective mode of the labor process and the capitalist infrastructure--a kind of "introduction" to Capital, if you will (read it if you haven't).
Yesterday around 4 PM I finished removing the remainder of items from the old apartment and cleaning to the negotiated standard. N. was uber-helpful in allowing me to meet my appointed deadline with time to spare; I imagine I would have been there until well after nightfall if it had not been for her.
This morning the keys were returned, and aside form a few minor loose-ends, I'm done with that god-forsaken reminder of my past. I have little now but to look forward to my future.
And thus begins another triumphant stage in my life-history. From my new corner of the Universe, life seems to take on new meaning. Last night I sat on my porch, wine embellished by my Marlboro gracing my palate. Amidst watching butterflies fluttering through the verdant branches of live oaks and a pair of squirrels playing amongst the undergrowth, I felt refreshed, revitialized. My departure from that place will no doubt do great things for my own personal happiness, not to mention my intellectual and economic well-being. This place will be truly exceptional--that is, when I have finished unpacking this sea of boxes.
