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In a rare Monday update: My weekend sucked: I read over 150 pages for that stupid journal I help edit and ended up neglecting my real studies. Other than that, I did nothing.
Oh wait, that's a lie. On Friday, there was a little get-together at one of the girls' house for a prospective student. She seemed nice enough, but it was sad to see so much ass kissing and ego in one room. She's probably going to come here, from what I gather, though I don't know why. She was accepted to all the finest schools (Stony Brook, Penn State, Emory, Northwestern, etc.), but this was the only place her boyfriend was accepted (MA program, of course, being a white male and all). So to avoid separation for an extra two years, she's probably going to sacrifice her future to go down with the sinking ship (meaning, our department). We'll see what happens, maybe the boyfriend or some of her profs will talk some sense into her.
This scenario has reaffirmed my desire to leave America to finish my studies. Topping the list are Tasmania and ANU in Australia: both have great faculties (from what I can tell), and both seem to take seriously both the Analytic and Continental traditions. Plus, Tasmania has MALPAS! yippee! He's the Ed Casey for Heidegger. Of course, this is all a pipe-dream if I can't pull a Fullbright out of my ass next fall. This will be my last scholarship application ever, I swear to god.
In other news, I felt like the star of Merleau-Ponty seminar today, kicking som Sartre-loving ass and standing up for both my boy and Heidegger at the same time. I was so proud of myself because I was also doing so with my own reading of the texts (which is the continental equivalent of saying soemthign like "I came up with an original, logically valid, and sound argument against Quine's naturalized epistemology"). Heath, the student-god of our department, even gave me kudos for my defense.
I took this from jupitah, but I took it for xenikos:
You are David Hume. You single-handedly made
monkeys out of guys with a lot more education
and experience than you, making you the most
famous empirical skeptic who has ever existed.
You believed that all ideas were merely copies
of sensations, and with this simple principle
you almost destroyed all of philosophy, not to
mention religion, ethics, and the basis of
natural science. While you give us no
assurances that we are justified in any of our
most treasured beliefs, you never let these
pain-in-the-ass views stop you from enjoying a
beer and a good game of billiards at the end of
the day.
Which philosopher are you?
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Maybe I'm Hume because I said I like philosophy because it gets me girls. I don't know, the comparison ends there, really: I never fancied myself much of an empiricist. I do enjoy making monkeys out of people and also out of myself. Oh, I like sensation too.
Oh wait, that's a lie. On Friday, there was a little get-together at one of the girls' house for a prospective student. She seemed nice enough, but it was sad to see so much ass kissing and ego in one room. She's probably going to come here, from what I gather, though I don't know why. She was accepted to all the finest schools (Stony Brook, Penn State, Emory, Northwestern, etc.), but this was the only place her boyfriend was accepted (MA program, of course, being a white male and all). So to avoid separation for an extra two years, she's probably going to sacrifice her future to go down with the sinking ship (meaning, our department). We'll see what happens, maybe the boyfriend or some of her profs will talk some sense into her.
This scenario has reaffirmed my desire to leave America to finish my studies. Topping the list are Tasmania and ANU in Australia: both have great faculties (from what I can tell), and both seem to take seriously both the Analytic and Continental traditions. Plus, Tasmania has MALPAS! yippee! He's the Ed Casey for Heidegger. Of course, this is all a pipe-dream if I can't pull a Fullbright out of my ass next fall. This will be my last scholarship application ever, I swear to god.
In other news, I felt like the star of Merleau-Ponty seminar today, kicking som Sartre-loving ass and standing up for both my boy and Heidegger at the same time. I was so proud of myself because I was also doing so with my own reading of the texts (which is the continental equivalent of saying soemthign like "I came up with an original, logically valid, and sound argument against Quine's naturalized epistemology"). Heath, the student-god of our department, even gave me kudos for my defense.
I took this from jupitah, but I took it for xenikos:
You are David Hume. You single-handedly made
monkeys out of guys with a lot more education
and experience than you, making you the most
famous empirical skeptic who has ever existed.
You believed that all ideas were merely copies
of sensations, and with this simple principle
you almost destroyed all of philosophy, not to
mention religion, ethics, and the basis of
natural science. While you give us no
assurances that we are justified in any of our
most treasured beliefs, you never let these
pain-in-the-ass views stop you from enjoying a
beer and a good game of billiards at the end of
the day.
Which philosopher are you?
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Maybe I'm Hume because I said I like philosophy because it gets me girls. I don't know, the comparison ends there, really: I never fancied myself much of an empiricist. I do enjoy making monkeys out of people and also out of myself. Oh, I like sensation too.