So, this is me hanging my head in shame! It has been far, far, far too long since my last update from the Philosophers’ house. Indeed, it has been so long that I have slipped into avoiding posting for fear of the contrition that would surely be required. But hark! I am here, contrite, and ready to begin again from the foundations, as they say in the more apocalyptic versions of 20th century Continental thought.
Ok, not really.
I mean, I’m beginning again, but there’s no re-foundationing happening here. In fact, this post primarily exists to tell you where the hell I’ve been, which is a backtracking if anything. But oh! The places I’ve been! Since we last talked, I’ve voyaged to Philadelphia, Cincinnati, Dayton, Nashville, Baton Rouge, New Orleans, Montreal, Cleveland, Buffalo, and Niagara Falls. I’ve done my (international!) taxes, gave an invited lecture, almost got a job (and sadly didn’t get a job), written more cover letters than I care to think about, thought I was going to have to defend my dissertation, and then didn’t, got into a blog-altercation with someone who writes for NPR, got an article accepted for publication at my favorite journal, did more driving than anyone should do in a month-long period without getting paid for it, and decided to move to Niagara. It has been, to say the least, a busy time.
But, there have also been a few delicious meals along the way, the backlog of which I’ll do my best to update you on over the next week or so. For the moment, I’ll just share one of the simplest pleasures of springtime: finally being able to sit on the back porch with a beer, and a plate of tomatoes and cheese drizzled with balsamic vinegar.
Funnily enough, this one was taken back in April, and I remember distinctly that I was wearing a scarf at the time. Fortunately, those days seem to be behind us now, and we’re enjoying the simple pleasures of tank tops and life with the windows open.
Until next time, remember: beer always tastes better when you drink it on the porch.
