So I'm reading some basic writings of Martin Heidegger and he is addressing his idea's of "Nothing". So far it lead me to feel that "Nothing" is non-causal. In the context of God as 'first-cause', God could not be irreducible if God itself is reducible to "Nothingness." My claim is supported by the idea that Causality is subordinate to non- ( Read more... )

I was saddened today to read online, the theories that Homer may have had eight other epic poems. I've heard this before; if only they were intact, translated, and accessible. It's past due that I read the Iliad again ( Read more... )

My last day in Paris. I drank WAAAAAY too much last night; woke up feeling pretty much like shit, at 2:00 in the afternoon. I felt lucky to have gotten anything done at all today ( Read more... )

Wow.I'm fucke d up. Loyt'spf shtm, I'mena shit, going down. Met a lot of people. Americns nd Britichsh, and so on. The biticsh are amazing. They are b deformed. I can see it inn they;'re teeth. And so on. I love picjing on the Brithish, becuase It's fiuntyy. Yu shoul d see theit teeth. Holy shiot. I mean, shit ( Read more... )

So I'm here along the Seine river, drunk, and there are people all over here for miles along the bank. It's a party here. For miles along the bank. And it's mild, people just talk, smile and drink. But I'd love to have a friend here with me, because from the sound of it, I am virtually the only english speaker here. I was on the Seine earlier, ( Read more... )

So I spent most of the day in the Louvre. Drew some while I was in there. I reverted back to the style that I was at a few years ago, but the iconography/imagery is clearer, more conscious. And I examined the art of the early Renaissance; typical stuff, the suffering christ, the virgin Mary and baby Jesus, and so on. And two things are consistent; ( Read more... )

Well, it all ended stranger and maybe as dangerous as I might have imagined. A lot of people went out the night before their plane ride back for the US, and what do some of them do? They go out and drink. A whole world of suck to be drunk in a foreign city, intoxicated, and getting lost, the very night before the plane ride home. That seemed to be ( Read more... )

Walked across the city yesterday, saw imperial stuff, blah blah blah. I will say though, that Soho is pretty fun at night. It's like central square in New York; clubs and bars everywhere, very bright and colorful. Lots of drunk partiers, even for a Sunday night. So me and most of the students went to some bars and danced at a club, and in general, ( Read more... )

Still in London, still bored. There's nothing to do except walk around and drink. I found Buckingham Castle and thought to take a shit on it, take a picture of it, and send it to Russell. After seeing the monuments of imperial power of England and France, I have become more revolted in it rather than remain in awe of it. My father is sometimes as ( Read more... )

Things are now much better. My father chilled his beans, as I desperately felt that he should, about five days into the trip. This was all still very hard for me; I had flash backs of my mother and father killing each other, each time that I heard my father loose his temper on the rode, which was about every day for an hour or so. What's been ( Read more... )