INTERNATIONAL HOUSE OF BEINGCAKES. Whoa. I was pacing anxiously just now and thought to myself, “Have I spent the past ten years obsessively arguing that language is the house of being, and that every attempt to understand that phrase without a Jewish or Christian theological grounding ends up in Heidegger’s Rektoratsrede?”

This is what I think about after watching a lot of late ’80s men’s figure skating, apparently. The majestic hair must do something to my brain.

“I did study with Strauss, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m a Straussian. I haven’t said I’m a Straussian.”