Here we are: 30 days, 30 posts. I would love to keep this up forever but it seems I may be dashing off to Portugal this weekend to check in on someone who is sick. It will be cold and sad and internetless. Which is sort of sad, too.
I thought posting everyday would pose some sort of challenge but it turns out to be easy peasy. Logistically speaking, it was a bit tricky there when I was in Belgium and Germany, but besides that it was a cinch. I'm built for stamina. So, in celebration of this new achievement (which is seriously no big deal, especially when you do not have to adhere to any silly self-imposed standards of "quality" or "cheekiness"), I will now talk about sex. That's right: sex. Ess-ee-ex. That spells sex.
Do I have your attention now? Good, because what I really want to talk about is Derrida and post-structuralist theory. I was just using sex to grab your attention. The old bait-and-switch. Heh. Nah, not really. Don't worry, I'm not going to go there again. Although, he is sort of cute. I mean, you know, when he was alive and all.
And who could resist a name like Jacques? Hoo. I would do him.
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(I would like to take this opportunity to point out something truly startling: there are no search results when you Google "sex with dead philosopher". Really, I'm feeling very alone at this moment.)
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