Pointless Man

Was supposed to meet my mom at the hospital about now to offer support until she goes in for surgery. Various problems, including an inability to contact her, her friend taking her to the hospital, and my step-dad who might know what I need to know, have made this rather difficult. Never mind my headache which wants to be a migraine or my having overslept like a dumbass. I feel like a total heel. This is only shored up by my recent inactivity with respect to school. Good God, Tavis is slipping. Can he turn it around? Can he make up for his mistakes? Fuck forgiveness. Can things be fixed--at all? Small consolation, and likely a neat piece of mental defence: The aesthetics of disaster, destruction, and misdeeds have a certain horrible appeal for me. They are beautiful in their way. Thus do I marvel at myself, wondering at the neat little hole I am digging.

Douglas Post is an excellent, articulate, and accomplished playwright of multiple genres, a fair and original lyricist and composer, and my favorite uncle (out of anybody's uncles anywhere). It disappoints me to see that many in the drama world outside Chicago are unfamiliar with the man and his plays. Personal bias aside, his Earth and Sky stands as perhaps the best play I have ever read. It was going to be a movie for a while. Somebody bought the rights, commissioned Doug to do the screenplay, then they had him do it over again, then they asked someone else, and then the project died down. But Doug deserved to have that play known. I would suggest reading the play (or getting ahold of the radio production of it) to anybody, even people who aren't into reading scripts. Likewise for Drowning Sorrows . Doug excels at writing mysteries unbound by genre, where the gripping matters are personal more than plot related, and these are my favorite examples of his work in that vein. He...

I give you my, 'The 10 Reasons Why Is Numbering Confusing' 10) If numbers do not exist as objects in space, where are they? 7) If numbers are in our heads and there are infinite numbers, how come our heads don't asplode? 5) If I call 5 6 I can say 2+3=6, rite? 2) People say age is just a number, like age doesn't mean something, but they treat other numbers as meaningful, even when they're the same, like 50. 12) They don't even teach you number theory in school. This prolly means maths is a hoax like the Pilltdown Man, Zeno's parrot box or Shreddinger's Cat. 6) I can never remember what 7x8 is without adding 7 to 42. 8) People compare the number of stories all the time but sometimes a building's story is 10 feet and other times bigger. If they don't actually have a value, isn't the number of stories meaningless? 7) Pi cannot be eaten whole and it just goes on forever meaning no one really knows what it is. 3) If I divide four slices of pi amon...

It seems to me claiming thought as action is a fairly obvious, intuitive thing to do. Along those lines, one might just as easily say some actions are intelligent--that is, they are done intelligently. It is not hard to see how certain tendencies towards action (and sets thereof) may manifest thought and intelligence. This, we might characterize as the rough outlay of behaviorism from its 'logical' days onward. It is troubling philosophers often have such trouble with this view as to find their only useful recourse to be laughter and unreasoned derision. The apparently simple stance, 'To think is to act,' aligns with many classic and still vibrant religious and spiritual views throughout the world. As an explicit example, Jesus famously claimed to even be angry at another is (at least morally) equivalent to the act of killing that person. Whether that makes the claim more appealing to you is of secondary concern. The point is that world culture has been shaped in part b...

14 minutes 'til class. 45 minutes 'til my second take home exam for American Philosophy is due. I haven't written so much as the heading.

Hurray?

Been getting the grades I need, though not quite so high as I might hope, despite my stupid, stupid attraction to GameFAQs and the like when I should be hacking out a paper or studying for a test. Right now, I've got a 3.9 in American Philosophy, a 3.6 in Environmental Ethics, and a who-gives-a-fuck in Drama. If I get on the Dean's list this quarter, I'll be totally off academic probation, eligible for federal aid, a major, graduation, and all that. If I don't hit a 3.5, I'll be one quarter or one belated hardship withdrawal away from the accomplishment. Either way, it won't be long 'til I've clawed my way out of this mess and on to graduation. After spring quarter, I should be more or less free to go hang myself by accruing massive debt to the federal government so I can either go become a teacher or a philosopher with some post-graduate work. Hoorah. I wonder what the deal is with the GREs?

"Kill the idiots now " . This my strongest sentiment after wasting four hours responding to philosophical morons in a topic of my own creation on GameFAQs. This when I should have been working papers (yes, that's plural) I have due tomorrow. Shit. Someone needs to ice those fuckers and then come for me. Idiocy is not the only problem plaguing mankind or this earth, but it definitely is among them, and the Japanese aren't far off when they remark, "An idoit won't learn until he's dead." So, a solution is available. Someone just needs to enact it.

Left to my own devices, if I take 2 Bendaryl at 11pm, I will stay in bed until mid-afternoon the next day and shall continue to feel groggy throughout. Unfortunately, it is the only allergy medication I happen to have right now, so it's really a choice between that and having the sore throat I'm suffering from right now which (according to past experience) will eventually lead to a fever. Classic dilemmas suck.