  ....and how little productive work is done. I keep having these horrible visions of being in grad school for another decade....but then I realize that won't happen. My dissertation chair and Dear Heart will no doubt start cutting digits off my fingers for every month beyond a certain date. I fully respect that - the best way to combat sloth is with good, old-fashioned fear. Anyway, the point of that is not much to write today, though did find this interesting commentary by Matt Rosenberg on urlLink blogs keeping stories alive (in this case, the Bill Cosby incident at an NAACP meeting). I rather liked these lines, though: Admittedly, some blogs are about knitting, snow-boarding, or origami. Others are authored by navel-gazing college students, polyamorists, vegan anarchists, or self-declared alcoholics detailing each wretched night's debauch.
But watch out for many of the rest. I'm not exactly sure where this one places - perhaps in navel-gazing (hey, I'm a philosopher, it's a career choice), definitely not polyamorists (though, just by having the word "polyamorist," I may get some more hits)(so, also, CHICKS BIKINI HARDCORE XXX PARIS HILTON VIDEO AMATEUR). Welcome, perverts. Does your mother know you use the Internet for filth-searches? SHAME! SHAME!!!!!!!!!! ( urlLink bizgirl has more on trippy uses of keywords - give her a read) Probably no vegan anarchy stuff here either ("damn you - let the rabbits wear glasses!
")(sixteen cool points for anyone who can identify that line). So, what do we have here? Not much - just you the true believers, and me. All seven of you. You are the Globe Theater to my Shakespeare, the Lyceum to my Aristotle, the VFW Hall to my Harlan Pepper. Your patience amazes me, and I thank you. 
