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The dead leaves and naked tree branches that look like the upturned roots of a bizarre and knobby vegetable should be prompting me to work--memento mori and all that. But the difficult section on the epistemological consequences of dualism stays difficult, and I'm not managing much.
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Yesterday: the worst migraine in a long time--brutal and nearly Nietzschean, the kind of headache that scrambles print into the mad loops and lines of a private, pulsing alphabet. Another working day gone.
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I'm making a charmingly and evocatively named mole cake for a friend's party tonight. It's a dense chocolate hazelnut cake, tunneled out and filled with sour cherries and a dome of whipped cream with the cakey deritus sprinkled over. Tomorrow is an apple cake--butter base topped with apples that have been thinly sliced and rearranged into little colonies of corrugated apple. Staving off start of semester dread...
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Yesterday: the worst migraine in a long time--brutal and nearly Nietzschean, the kind of headache that scrambles print into the mad loops and lines of a private, pulsing alphabet. Another working day gone.
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I'm making a charmingly and evocatively named mole cake for a friend's party tonight. It's a dense chocolate hazelnut cake, tunneled out and filled with sour cherries and a dome of whipped cream with the cakey deritus sprinkled over. Tomorrow is an apple cake--butter base topped with apples that have been thinly sliced and rearranged into little colonies of corrugated apple. Staving off start of semester dread...