Hello everyone.
I've become tired with living the life of a LiveJournal free-rider, procrastinating with the help of everyone else's updates without reciprocating. So, instead of trying to write term papers when I sit down to type, I will try to keep it short.
("Thank God!" say all fool enough to have already put me on their friends list.)
It's summer in Athens, so very little is happening in my life worth reporting - this should be easy to do.
I will probably also subtract some stuff from my profile, too. For instance, half the bands I list in my interests have become a little grating. I was unaware of this until I become the dish-washing Quasimodo of the Last Resort Grill, which requires at least 5 continuously-playing full-length L.P.s a shift for me to listen to in order to forget that I'm touching (albeit, very tasty) food that has been in or near another's mouth. Any sort of music will turn this trick, but most of it in my collection just doesn't interest me anymore beyond being a means to reminisce, or for purely musicological purposes.
Megadeth's Countdown to Extinction?! Come on.
I'm off to catch the last sun rays before dusk, toting along my summer project: Derek Parfit's Reasons and Persons. I've finally reached Part III, where Parfit begins discussing personal identity in earnest, and I feel on more stable ground with this material. The first two parts were extremely interesting, but lacking some background knowledge in the philosophical terrain they covered (decision theory, the structure of intentional action, the relation between reasons and motivation, etc.) made fruitful engagement with the arguments a little difficult. Gah.
But before I go, apologies for the (pathetic?) content of this post. I've been a little embarrassed with myself lately, and I'm worried that some of its sources come through a little too vividly here.
...But next time will be fun, kids! Promise!
Oh, one more thing. Thanks to
Bethany for indirectly directing me to
this archive of very tongue-in-cheek reviews of trendy new foods. Check out 'Vodka-filled Chocolates' - ridiculously funny, yet unnervingly palatable.