Out of Control

If there is one thing I will not stand for, it is being inconsistent. And as you very well may know, I do not like killing insects. Yet, my esteemed colleague, William Emory Daly, raised the point that I am being philosophically and morally inconsistent by eating meat.

Thusly, in order to be philosophically and morally consistent, I gave up meat. I swore it off last Thursday, and let me tell you... it sucks.

When you are a vegetarian all you can think about--or at least all I could think about--was eating meat. I wanted nothing more than a big, juicy cheeseburger. Almost as much as I wanted to be in Tucson.

Eventually I caved. I ate a huge chicken burrito last night at the Guad. I am sorry, Socrates.

Oh, I also got a tattoo.