Here's my little crotch rocket for the next five weeks. She's purple and black and shiny. Her name if Quick 6, and she promises to be a very comfy ride as I attempt to ascend and descend the magnificient hills of Ithaca. But really. . . can anyone seriously ride up the Buffalo Street hill?
The air is thick and humid in Ithaca and I am sweating through, at best, two outfits a day. And apparently my homeland is currently experiencing some rip-roaring weather: tornadoes, earthquakes, floods have seemingly beset Ontario.
This weekend, I will prepare for my upcoming presentation on Stephen White and Richard Rorty. These readings promise a refreshing dive into ontology and finitude.
The air is thick and humid in Ithaca and I am sweating through, at best, two outfits a day. And apparently my homeland is currently experiencing some rip-roaring weather: tornadoes, earthquakes, floods have seemingly beset Ontario.
This weekend, I will prepare for my upcoming presentation on Stephen White and Richard Rorty. These readings promise a refreshing dive into ontology and finitude.
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