Quick note for those of you at NYU: I’ll be one of the two TAs for Logic this fall. It will be a little strange grading the work of other philosophy majors while I am myself still finishing up my degree, but I’m not really complaining. If you’re registered for the course, come and say hi and I’ll tell you more than you ever wanted to know about derivations. If you’re not registered for the course - so sorry, it’s been closed for a while now.

So my family’s in town this weekend - my parents and brother both, which is good fun. We just had a positively staggering feast at City Crab (really good seafood being one of the things I’m willing to eat now that my hippy vegetarian days are more or less behind me), and I mean staggering in the most literal sense. The portions weren’t enormous, exactly, so much as completely and perfectly delectable, such that there wasn’t any chance of a morsel remaining unconsumed. Isaac went straight for the Truly Gigantic Atlantic Crab, and wisely so, while I sampled the swordfish - and while it’s not a cheap place for four people to stuff themselves silly, it’s certainly the best fish I’ve had in recent memory.

We considered a movie afterwards but decided to leave that till tomorrow, and stopped in at Forbidden Planet instead (Chris and I are were in need of much more than a single twenty-sided die). There was the usual Friday Night Magic going on upstairs, which left me rather nostalgic for the days when I’d play most weekends at Federation Comics in Massachusetts - the one that used to be near the mall in Peabody but which is now a gas station or something depressing like that. At Forbidden Planet tonight there was a small boy counting out quarters to see if he had enough for a starter of 8th edition (4th being the brand-newest when I last played), and a cockle-warming sight it was too.