Okay, occasionally I *do* make mistakes. Three, this time.
(1) Hurricane Ivan did end up letting all Hell loose when its remnants drifted up through northeast Georgia. The storm first hit yesterday afternoon around 2:30 PM when a tornado touched down near Watkinsville. [By some reports, another tornado landed in Athens. But these reports were from my mother, who has proven to be not the paragon of meteorological knowledge. Love you Mommy :) ] The University of Georgia campus police choose to gently inform of us of this development by rolling the the streets, Martial Law-style, and suggesting bus-passengers-in-waiting and students such as myself to GET THE HELL INSIDE. Of course we ignored them - we wanted to SEE the massive column of air that would kill us for ourselves!
Well, actually. Matters were more surreal than genuinely dangerous, at that time at least; I was able to ride my bike back home. (You read rightly: I rode my bike to school today. It must run in the family.) The storm intensified again around 7 PM, knocking down some massive trees on Milledge Avenue. (This was revealed later when Reena Rose and I, merlot glasses in hand, did some late-night-emergency- scene-and-spontaneously-organized-fratastic-'cane-welcoming-party touring. Uber-spaB, but definitely unsafe: in the dark, we nearly walked right through a jumble of downed power lines. Sizzle!) Thankfully, my roommate loves candles, so I was able to wax Galilean and read for my (now-cancelled) metaphysics seminar by flickering light. With no school and no power, today will likely be spent doing the same.
In the end, the greatest personal casuality of Ivan's fury will likely be the massive amount of food in my refrigerator, most of it left over from Wednesday night's dinner party. A big bag of ice in there will prevent this - hopefully.
(2) I will embroil this LiveJournal in the upcoming Presidential election, thus countermanding a promise made in a earlier post in which I cited the fragmented, unengaging, and knee-jerk political analyses some people LiveJournals are now dominated by. (Odd that it is one of the primary aims of the Monkey House to offer you my fragmented, unengaging, and knee-jerk philosophical analyses. Someone must shoulder the burden; I guess that someone must be you, HAH!) I begin by presenting my Onion-inspired take on the John Kerry Sloganator.
(3) Wrong again! Modal intuitions relevant to adjudicating between competing semantic theories of reference are affected and constrained by our cultural upbringing! Silly me for suggesting otherwise.