TLC is now incorporated and we had an evening of voracious research on our competitors, conclusions being that every one of them sells beer. And we drink beer. On a different evening, there was an excellent TLC catchup meet with additional and unexpected wife beater indulgence after.
And I've been writing. Properly writing. I feel as if I'm finding my own voice in any number of ways, but writing is one place that feels good. My big Heidegger reading time is more or less done, I have to stop somewhere, sometime, and yet I surprised myself by writing around exam, ritual and foucault. I'm carried by the thesis, it writes me. I'm constantly surprised by where this thing takes me and happy to go along with it. Properly discovering Michel Foucault has been invigorating.