I seem to be doing the ol' paradoxical vicious cycle between self-isolating and noticing that I'm lonely again, with an exception made for Girard reading group at PHI. Girard's writing (and mathematical) style tends to make me feel cranky and self-righteous, though, and I feel sorta bad for lashing out at noam and william as a consequence.
*grr, would like to say problemoj facilaj sed farendaj, but don't know how to so cleanly in english... I haven't had a real conversation in esperanto for years and years, but these little morphological conveniences still creep up in my brain from time to time.
