In which the author can't see through pork.
We moved. Having our own place is blissful — it's been years since I could walk to the bathroom in the middle of the night without getting a towel. Oh by the way the University wants to tear these apartments down and develop the land, which is in a super-pricy neighborhood. I blew about ten seconds of my 15-minute fame allotment for a good cause.

The grocery store that's close is too expensive. The one that's cheap is too far away and has lousy produce, but they sell goat, make their own tortillas, and proudly display parts of the pig I don't even recognize. I'd do better if they were selling parts from the outside of the pig — how much time do you spend looking at the inside of one of those things? Maybe they should make them transparent for educational purposes.

Grad school continues. I'm thinking of trying to get some sort of dual degree in linguistics and philosophy. I don't think I'll ever be someone who has Big New Important philosophical ideas, but

1. a lot of the stuff I'm turning out to be interested in (semantics and pragmatics, especially discourse-level stuff like topics and anaphora) is interesting to philosophy of language folks too, and


2. TAing a philosophy class has been a whole hell of a lot of fun.

#2's the real reason, #1 is mostly an excuse, but it means I can justify it to my advisors and not feel like I'm wasting my time. Odds are it'll only take an extra year of classes, and it may give me access to more of the (still ridiculously tiny) academic job market.