- I picked up my key for the library carrel.
- I bought socks at the bazaar at Fordham Plaza.
- I ate lunch at Faculty Dining - rotiserie chicken, green beans, raw fruit and apple pie for desert.
- I bumped into Dr. M. coming out of the dining hall and mentioned that I wasn't teaching and the basic topic of my dissertation. He pointed out I should look to Gorgias (the pre-Socratic philosopher) who did some interesting work on being, conceivability, and naming before that stuff was cool.
- I attended the Fordham Philosophy Society meeting (our department's graduate student association), where I made jokes and managed to commit myself to nothing more substantial than presenting at the dissertation colloquium series.
- Walking down the hall, I said hi to Dr. G, our local bioethics specialist and the old undergraduate program director (so he managed teaching). We ended up having an hourlong discussion on how the fetus's status as a person affected the morality of early-term abortion.
- I settled business with the student loan peoples and my old bank in Cleveland. The first was easily handled (I'm still a student, they just need me to fill out a form proving it). The second, it's more theater of the absurd. I have a savings account containing $0.32 which is (a) too low for their guidelines, and (b) too low for them to issue me a check. I keep telling them I don't care about getting the money, the representative says she'll figure out how to handle it, and then three months later I get a call from another banker. Eventually I'll have enough interest where they won't charge me $5 to close the account...
- I notice I now have precisely 200 friends on FB - family, Fordham peeps, fannish friends, and friends of friends who think I say interesting things, mostly. At what point can I stop pretending I'm an outsider loaner?
- I drafted a ficlet for the series I mentioned this morning: Denethor impresses Finduilas at first meeting by being a first-class geek and owning it. (Wish fulfillment, much?) Needs work, but not bad for a start.
Now I have two hours until a seminar. I think I can crank out a few more paragraphs on Anselm and read at least one of the seminar papers for tonight. We're doing the cosmological argument. Not Aquinas's version, but contemporary ones and criticisms thereof. But it's been nice just doing nothing, as Christopher Robin says.