One of the unexpected pleasures of blogging is the
occasional discovery of the extraordinarily varied and rich lives of the
readers who comment. On a blog like
this, it is to be expected that seventeen varieties of Marxists will pop up and
contend with one another. It is quite
natural, when I say a few words about MMT, to hear from readers who are steeped
in its arcana. But then I say something about
my struggles to resurrect my viola playing and an entirely new side of my
readers is manifested.
Who would have thought that LFC was a flautist, and with an
old crush on an oboist to boot?
Whoa, I knew I shouldn't have gotten quite that personal in the comments. ;) Fortunately the reference was to something very far in the past. And I'm definitely going to leave it at that!
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