For the past month and a half, I had been trying to win the affections of a beautiful political science professor from Argentina. We had chatted over the internet, and I had showed her this web site, and she was initially very impressed with me. Then we met, and for some reason it didn't click with her, which kind of sucked, but that's way it goes sometimes.

But anyway, she is into French political philosopher Michel Foucault. I tried reading him, and I found him pretty obscure.

Here's a passage that did work for me though. It provides an interesting context for my entries on the 10 and 13th of this month.

"We like to believe that sexuality has regained, in contemporary experience, its full truth as a process of nature, a truth which has been lingering in the shadows and hiding under various disguises - until now, that is, when our positive awareness allows us to decipher it so that it may at last emerge in the clear light of language. Yet, never did sexuality enjoy a more immediately natural understanding and never did it know a greater "felicity of expression" than in the Christian world of fallen bodies and of sin. The proof is its whole tradition of mysticism and spirituality which was incapable of dividing the continuous forms of desire, of rapture, of penetration, of that outpouring which leaves us spent: all of these experiences seemed to lead, without interruption or limit, right to the heart of a divine love of which they were both the outpouring and the source returning upon itself."