Monday, February 13, 2006

As I write a paper and listen to Nena

The 1980s were not a good time for politics or fashion (with the exception of the Wall falling, although I was more ambivalent about it then). But the music was great. Not that it made any sense. I mean, what the hell were those ninety-nine lüftbaloons doing in the war zone anyway?

UPDATE: Heard it again. I seems that a couple of spoiled children of some Politburo honcho released them from their dacha. I mean, it looks like a typical adolescent prank, except for the falling nukes. And where do you go to buy red balloons wholesale on the Caspian coast?
 

Sunday, February 12, 2006

December 2nd

I suppose that I owe someone an explanation for my silence on this blog since December of last year. The answer is quite simple: the day after my post on James Mill, my son was born.

No, I didn't name him "John Stuart" as a result.

In any case, I've had to restructure my time to keep on top of parenthood and academia, and my blogging has been put in deep freeze for the time being. I'll let you know when it starts to thaw.