March 13, 2008


The quarter is ending, so my time has been spent working on papers. And wrecking my car. I tried telling my insurance adjuster that every event has a cause, and such determinism is incompatible with free will. Although I was the driver, and my car bumped into another, there is no room for me as an agent. Thus, I am not morally culpable for the accident. She didn't go for it, insurance adjusters are an entirely unphilosophical bunch.

But all is not lost. I'll actually come out ahead in the end, but for the moment I am left without an automobile, impotent in the Inland Empire. For the moment, I am left to juggle radioactive fruit, although I'm not nearly as good at this as I am at fender benders. Why can't one pick one's talents?

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