*cue dramatic off-stage scream*
It's been quite an experience, and all I can say is that I've learned a lot, am amazed at how we've risen to the challenge, and I probably drink my weight in wine on a weekly basis. Oh, and without my partner as the main lead on OFHRP I'd probably be a tear soaked mess desperately clutching a handful of tiny screws and shaking my fist at a stack of cracked drywall. But anyway, it's going just fine...
In whatever downtime can be found, I'm reading as much as I can (my antidote to stress in all its forms), and right now I'm cracking my head against the big brain of Charles Taylor, trying to get through the first 100 pages of his grand tome A Secular Age, while also dipping my toes into his Massey Lecture The Malaise of Modernity (also available as a CBC on-line audio broadcast!).
I won't attempt to summarize his ideas or provide some personal insight or anything like that (at least not until I make it even 1/5 of the way into one of his works), but Taylor's philosophical writing is the kind of hard brain candy that I totally go in for, and is keeping me happily buzzing with thoughts great and small while the paint dries and the plaster cracks.
Now, where's that bottle of wine gotten to...?
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