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The Heat8/10/2005 22:10:23Its summer and I'm sitting inside most of these days-- writing a book, actually, reading other books, and helping some older people with their computers. The way things are going, it looks like the only schooling that will ever get me any money was the year I spent doing computer science. The book is called, for now A-TOWN - a theology of scale and the really impossible thing, of course is to explain what it's about. Basically I believe that developing a language of scales in ethical, religious, scientific, and everyday problems might be useful. But writing it is interesting because in developing an argument I'm trying to figure out how, if possible, to convince myself of what I'm trying to tell everyone else. Very precarious. The problem is, when I start a book, I am immediately posessed and cannot stop until I go traveling. At the same time another project has been building up, a compendium of thoughts about the methodology of theology-- interesting, especially since I've hardly done any theology myself. It's that hard nowadays-- the only way to get started is to write a whole book about how to get started. Now that I've nearly recovered from surgery I'm going to start riding my bike again every day, which is a good habit to be in, a fulfilling habit, a filling one. The books I'm reading are about language. Just finished Stephen Pinker's lively The Language Instinct and now moving on to Paulo Rossi's Logic and the Art of Memory, which is about the search for the universal language historically. Sounds like Pinker is already beginning to find it. Washington is quiet in the summer. The Metro is not nearly so full. I love that system. Such a shame the way the Post has such a bone to pick these days. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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