Two years ago I began this blog, sitting here, as I am now, at my parent’s home in southern Ohio. Much has changed for me in that time and much remains the same. I began serious reading of Montaigne and Marcel and Merleau-Ponty; I kept working on Wittgenstein and Frege. This blog has been my commonplace book and my testing ground as I have struggled to knead the new into the old, to find my way through a ubiquitous change–not so much of what I believe philosophically, but of how I believe it. I have made plenty of false starts. I have written quite a bit of–well, why shrink from it?–crap. Still, the blog has been of great use to me, primarily because of those among you who have been reading and responding, helping me along. –I don’t plan to go anywhere. There’s still so much to think about.