Happy St. Patty's Day!

Happy St. Patty's Day! Enough of my ancestry was Irish for me to really celebrate today! (My mother is half Irish, and my father has Irish on both sides. They are both also a lot of other things, since I am your typical post-modern American who is such a mutt that I cannot even tell you the exact nature of my ethnic background -- which I think is a good thing.) The photo is of my very good friend Brian. He looks very much like a wee Leprechaun. What a diabolical grin! I am sure we were up to no good when the picture was taken. Two years ago, we got drunk in Boston on St. Patty's day after we bought a bunch of books at The Brattle Book Shop. Very drunk. It was one of the few times I ever got drunk during my first graduate school. Neither us really knows how we took the Green Line to the Red Line from downtown Boston all the way to the South Shore, but we did. I will really party hardy this year. I have a Max Scheler seminar on the phenomenology of love in the afternoon, grocery shopping, and a Scheler presentation on the nature of suffering for which I have to prepare by Friday morning. I seem to get more and more exciting in my old age -- even at 24! I will be sure to wear my green clothing, and since my eyes are green when I am tired, I will be festive all over. Look out if you are not wearing your green, because I will out pinching behinds!