Esoterica triumphant

They all laughed at me about modal realism.

Who's laughing now, motha'uckas?

DayQuil is a hell of a drug

I want to blame these rantings on the indicated over-the-counter medication. The truth is that this is the sort of thing that I think and write even in a sound state of mind.

Surely you're now intrigued enough to go read it, right?

It's a secret to everybody

I believe some weird stuff. You can read about it here.

Say it ain't so

My boss and I occasionally disagree. The great thing about our working in a public forum is that our grievances get aired out in front of the entire world (or at least the dozen people who read our blog entries).

Book learnin' and such

Here's the truth: I love what I do. I'm proud of what I do. I can accept that there are people who don't see the value in philosophy specifically, or a liberal arts education generally. What I can't accept is that the people in charge of our students' liberal arts educations don't understand what a liberal arts education is.

This is a personal subject, so I wrote a personal essay about it.

Upper, upper, and awayer

I warned you. Didn't I warn you? Now it's too late.

Up, up, and away

I am really sick of debating whether Superman or Batman is the better superhero.

So here's me debating whether Superman or Batman is the better superhero.

Coming up next time: I debate whether or not Superman is really a better superhero than Batman. (Seriously.)