So last night my roommate and I had a housewarming party. It was truly a delight. I talked to two young faculty members at my undergraduate school. They were charming. We talked about deafness and philosophy of language. Marxism almost came up. I avoided that noise.
My house is now a wreck. I am hungover and the kitchen floor is sticky. But it is a beautiful day and all will be well..
This was the only housewarming present I specifically received. A robot. It is the coolest thing I will ever be gifted.
1 comment:
what do you think is louder? the noise of a conversation about marxism, or the clatter of the collapsing capitalist system he predicted?
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