Peircings

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It seems to be raining gently outside, on a day I wanted to get some walking in. Maybe later. Maya is up in Mott Haven doing registration, and I am getting my turn at the computer, banging out an essay on Peirce and postmodernism, a topic embarassingly trite to the philosopher, but one that might move Charlie P. closer to the center of the intellectual stage. More to the point it is one which is congenial to my own approach to Peirce, which was, in 1980, too eccentric to be taken seriously by anyone but specialists. A couple of days ago I became convinced that the world is catching up to where I was then -- today I see that a few brave souls are pretty much caught up, though (thank heaven) focused on issues of less general interest. My research of the '70s might find its audience yet, though perhaps a little late to do me much good professionally. But we shall see.

A bunch of my peeps are heading for Cambridge NY this afternoon, but for various reasons, none of them very exciting and some quite depressing, I have to hang around town. Well, the good Lord willing and the crick don't rise I will be at Liturgy on Mulberry Street Sunday, a bit more traditional than New Skete, but seems to suit me well enough.