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Adventures in Hanging Out With My Family

Me: "Did the girls say what they were going to do upstairs?"
My Sister: "It's not like there's anything much dangerous up there anyway."
20 seconds later, Violet hands me a tin of Goex Black Rifle Powder from the closet. "What's this?"
So awesome. (Also, don't worry John, ha ha.)

UPDATE: I want to note that I haven't been able to access the internet while in East Hampton, so I haven't been dead or ignoring you all or anything. The ancient cable hookup at my Gdad's wouldn't support nettiness. Strangely, there's also basically no cell coverage on that side of Georgica pond, which has been explained as NIMBY-ish unwillingness to allow cell towers. This seems insane to me as a) can't they just disguise them as trees or something and b) how can it possibly be that the masters of the universe types, who are continually landing at the EH airport in their private planes, are satisfied with this state of affairs? Or is there some reverse cachet in being unreachable specifically because you've been in the east-Georgica dead zone?

More Cartoon Plato Than You Probably Want

Belle lacks internet access. I'm way too busy to blog. But I thought I'd share a few more Plato illustrations. I made a flickr set. See if you can guess what the philosophical point of each illustration might be. (These are all for a book I'm working on. I've also been gradually moving towards a lecture style for my intro course in which all the PPT slides are just pictures, with only a few words.) I did a few more Flora-style ones. I'm now a confirmed addict of this new style. Here's one I did that I really like, which is doubtfully philosophically applicable. But I'll try to think of something. It's Jim Flora head meets Tim Biskup arms meets Italian Scaramouchizmo with a touch of Greek vase painting. I'm rather proud.