Well, I really, really fell off the blogwagon this time. For reasons known only to Providence, the cosmic law of academic life dictates that the end of the semester shall be turbulent, somehow, some way. This year I just grew more and more tired as the end approached, and when it ended I was simply exhausted. And I didn’t blog.
But when it comes to resolutions, one must beware the “OH WELL” fallacy. When somehow, by some stupifying improbability, not everything goes as planned this year, even though everything has gone exactly as planned for the past ten years running, one is tempted to say: “OH WELL. I can’t keep this resolution perfectly, so I’ll just drop it.”
Not so. Even a hundred FTTs will be better than 93! So on to #94!
Tonight there unfolded in my kitchen a complex event which I can only summarize as follows:
Bernadette threw a drinking glass at her mother. When asked to explain this extraordinary behavior, she excused herself on the grounds that she was trying to imitate an excited tissue box.
I leave you to reconstruct the context.
