my loyal following, my apologies for not getting back to my blog, but I had my own miniature version of the WTC dust cloud in my dining room this morning when a good section of my ceiling came crashing down. Such events put life in perspective, I guess. Rather than musing over my new blog site, I spent the day in the company of my building's young superintendent clearing the room for the contractor to come in and restore the integrity of my ceiling. As Brecht once said, "First comes the ceiling repair, and then comes philosopy." (Well, perhaps it was not exactly those words.)
Friday, September 15, 2006
When the Mundane Intervenes
To all of 
my loyal following, my apologies for not getting back to my blog, but I had my own miniature version of the WTC dust cloud in my dining room this morning when a good section of my ceiling came crashing down. Such events put life in perspective, I guess. Rather than musing over my new blog site, I spent the day in the company of my building's young superintendent clearing the room for the contractor to come in and restore the integrity of my ceiling. As Brecht once said, "First comes the ceiling repair, and then comes philosopy." (Well, perhaps it was not exactly those words.)
my loyal following, my apologies for not getting back to my blog, but I had my own miniature version of the WTC dust cloud in my dining room this morning when a good section of my ceiling came crashing down. Such events put life in perspective, I guess. Rather than musing over my new blog site, I spent the day in the company of my building's young superintendent clearing the room for the contractor to come in and restore the integrity of my ceiling. As Brecht once said, "First comes the ceiling repair, and then comes philosopy." (Well, perhaps it was not exactly those words.)
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