a bloody mess
Today the blood drive rejected me. Having given blood before, I was most surprised. Apparently, as a result of my last donation, I have been barred indefinitely from making further contributions. Well, fine, then. I won't save a life. To be perfectly honest, I was a little relieved. I do get a bit squeamish around needles (who doesn't!?) and the ones the blood center uses are particularly generous in size. In philosophy we're reading Thoreau's Walden and I love it. I've read some of his writings on civil disobedience which I found quite groundbreaking. We just finished reading Descartes' five meditations on first philosophy, and the first two were fantastic, but three and four, which concerned the existence of God, although following the same method of systematic doubt as meditations one and two, made several assumptions and used as evidence certain points which were not, in fact, proof of God. I would like to read more Descartes despite my frustration with his later work simply because his writing awoke in me a level of thought that is rarely present. I believe Piaget called it the formal operational level, a stage most adults never reach. Alas, I must finish my reading assignment and a reflection paper for tomorrow, a task I have only begun to accomplish.