Thank you, snow, for the gash in my leg. It can’t possibly be my fault.

We hold that all the loveliness of this world comes by communion in Ideal-Form. – Plotinus

I can’t be the first to have noticed that Matter for Plotinus seems to resemble the Real in the later Lacan.

‰Û¼ From their home they fly now here, now there, feeding on honey-comb and bringing all things to pass. And… http://tumblr.com/x3f151i2bl

Literally snowed in–drifts are too big to be able to force the doors of the house open.

The first flakes of the End of Civilization are already falling.

Borders: convoluted unfriendly gift card redemption / e-book purchasing, poor selection, and terrible prices. Please go out of business now!

Found Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica by Hesiod @gutenberg_org http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/348

I am neither ready nor unready.

Not everything needs to have happened to be true. Gaudeamus igitur!