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Stressful Week and Weekend
Jan. 30th, 2006 11:58 amThe Feast of St. Thomas Aquinas in the West and St. Ephrem in the East always is, and I am grateful to all of you who send messages of congratulation, condolence, and support, and I regret that I was unable to respond to these individually.
Friday was the Pragmatists' Forum, and the co-chair kindly offered to read my paper on CSP and pomo, and even share it around. This is very welcome, because the one editor I sent it to said he liked it very much, but it isn't stuffy enough for his journal; a friend who used to do work for The Review of Metaphysics said it was too good for them too. I am hoping that I can connect here because these Fordham folks practice the kind of philosophy with a human face that I do, if, indeed, what I do is philosophy at all. Not that I am looking for a job there, but something of community.
Got taken to lunch Saturday. No choice about the time, as the kid had moved her schedule around to make space for it. I decided on a couple of pitchers of dark and Bavarian soul food at Lederhosen. It was either that or Chumleys; I am promised a Middle Eastern evening in the near future. Did taxi up to a Turkish place for brunch after Sunday Liturgy, but they were closed, alas, so went to the Yuca Bar aroud the corner instead, and thence to Grand Central, where I met Mary Ellen for the trek to St. Vlad's to hear Cardinal Dulles, who had, alas, been hospitalized. Vespers was lovely and his talk, delivered by a colleague, intelligent, though there was no discussion.
At the terminal I went into Posner's to kill some time, and bookstores being what they are, killed a few dollars as well. After all, it was still my birthday. Will be for quite some time. Found something interesting about something called The Work, not Mr. G. or St. Josemaria, but something that looks suspiciously like a stripped down version of EST without the obnoxious authoritarian bullshit, but may well have been an independent discovery as claimed, crystallized out of the supersaturated solution of the California New Age. I have a feeling that the method may turn out to work very well indeed without being taken as Grand Metaphysical Truth. But let's see.
The other stress thing is that I put several solid days into a job application letter which forced me to deal with some of the issues that are closest to me, for a position which might suit me very well. As always, good wishes greatly appreciated.
And a happy Charles the Martyr Day to you.
Friday was the Pragmatists' Forum, and the co-chair kindly offered to read my paper on CSP and pomo, and even share it around. This is very welcome, because the one editor I sent it to said he liked it very much, but it isn't stuffy enough for his journal; a friend who used to do work for The Review of Metaphysics said it was too good for them too. I am hoping that I can connect here because these Fordham folks practice the kind of philosophy with a human face that I do, if, indeed, what I do is philosophy at all. Not that I am looking for a job there, but something of community.
Got taken to lunch Saturday. No choice about the time, as the kid had moved her schedule around to make space for it. I decided on a couple of pitchers of dark and Bavarian soul food at Lederhosen. It was either that or Chumleys; I am promised a Middle Eastern evening in the near future. Did taxi up to a Turkish place for brunch after Sunday Liturgy, but they were closed, alas, so went to the Yuca Bar aroud the corner instead, and thence to Grand Central, where I met Mary Ellen for the trek to St. Vlad's to hear Cardinal Dulles, who had, alas, been hospitalized. Vespers was lovely and his talk, delivered by a colleague, intelligent, though there was no discussion.
At the terminal I went into Posner's to kill some time, and bookstores being what they are, killed a few dollars as well. After all, it was still my birthday. Will be for quite some time. Found something interesting about something called The Work, not Mr. G. or St. Josemaria, but something that looks suspiciously like a stripped down version of EST without the obnoxious authoritarian bullshit, but may well have been an independent discovery as claimed, crystallized out of the supersaturated solution of the California New Age. I have a feeling that the method may turn out to work very well indeed without being taken as Grand Metaphysical Truth. But let's see.
The other stress thing is that I put several solid days into a job application letter which forced me to deal with some of the issues that are closest to me, for a position which might suit me very well. As always, good wishes greatly appreciated.
And a happy Charles the Martyr Day to you.