This is Ken Chung. He lost his 18 month battle with cancer early last fall. He was 39. He was my best friend in the world, and meant the world to me. I miss him deeply.
Ken and I did our PhDs in Philosophy together at the University of Western Ontario. One of the things that I am ever so grateful for is Ken’s insistence on clarity and rigour of thought. He never let me get away with sloppy thinking, and he never hesitated in calling me out when I was being less than intellectually honest. So when I announced my plans to cycle across Canada, Ken made known his thoughts on the matter and took me to task. He thought I was being irrational. Here’s our initial text exchange.
This was the opening salvo of a months long dialogue. I’ll post more later.