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Update: I am alive.
It has occurred to me, after a concerned 2am phone call last night, that not all of you are aware of the fact that I have in fact not been raped and left for dead in a dark alley, or perhaps a stranger's condominium. The lack of communication from me has been due to the fact that my computer has died but not in the cool Coutts' sense. There was no smoke or great explosions, for it was a quiet passing. I fear that after a valiant struggle and years of abuse, the machine has flashed its last flash and beeped its last beep for a while.
Rather long winded, but I am looking for distraction from Descartes and all thing philosophical. I am still to recover from the overabundance of Self that surfaced this previous Saturday morning.