I am an awkward sonofabitch.

I fail to see how anyone without a cunt for a brain could find anything worth talking about regarding Chisolm's Agent-Causation argument for moral responsibility ( Read more... )

I started reading Ted Sider's Four-Dimensionalism this afternoon, and I really like this passage, which is good both in and out of context, I think ( Read more... )

First, is it just me or does the New York Times have more ads in it than it used to? I've been reading it off the internet since classes ended, so maybe I've just forgotten, but the paper I bought this morning seems especially ad-y ( Read more... )

I sat outside tonight, watched the lightning storm. Digging my bare feet into the earth, my hair in my face, dirt streaked on my sweater. Trying to stop the racing commentary in my head, feel the quiet. I've been putting the shit to myself all summer; dressing nicer and perfecting the grip on my glass. I feel like a little kid tonight, dumb and ( Read more... )

I just wrote a sort of long bit, but I thought after reading it that it was awfully bitter and sort of mean in a gross kind of way, so I deleted it. Instead, I will take a poll, because I am a kind and sensitive person ( Read more... )

I'm almost through with Barzun's The House of Intellect, in which he says a lot about the effects our national policy/philosophy on education has on the state of  intellect. What I'm thinking is this: cut-throat capitalism with only a limited and bloated welfare system leaves it to well meaning but uninformed and thus apologetically confused ( Read more... )

"...the deep, universal distrust of Intellect rests upon its hostility to what is felt as the pulse of life. Common language records this opposition in a dozen ways: Life is warm, hot, glowing; Intellect is cold and dull. Life is its own mover, impetuous, heedless of reasons and obstacles, intent upon a few elemental goals which are not to be ( Read more... )

 I know it's only (the end of) June, but I can't wait to be back in class (real class, not summer school). This is my totally awesome schedule for the fall ( Read more... )

This is a poem I rediscovered tonight:

LOVE ME FOR THE FOOL I AM
(the laughing angel-imbecile).
The thrill
of kissing you
is seeing me
reflected in your eyes.
We try for purity
but
still
we're glorious
blobs of meat.
I worship you
like blood
or oil or wheat.
Our love is flawed
and swallowed
by the rush of time.
A mindless innocence,
they say,
is crime.
We dance on ( Read more... )