I'm writing like matt again....
So yeah, its not really late, but the fact that the sun set at about 2 this afternoon makes it seem really late. Nothing like a late night, some weird music, and finding an old inscription to make you feel like updating you livejournal.
I just finished "Slaughterhouse Five" for the second time. It's amazing what you get out of it when you're 20 as compared to when you're 15. It seemed particularly appropriate in light of our current skirmish in Iraq. People are so removed from the war, from the violence, we talk about supporting the troops as a matter of course, but we don't even really know what the troops are doing over there. How can we know? Even if there were cameras over there like there were in Vietnam would that really show what was going on? I have no idea, so I'm really asking. God help us all for electing him, between declaring that global warming doesn't exist and that social security should fluctuate with the stock market I'm not sure how I can apologize to our children, but if anyone has any good ideas, I'm willing to try.
I got my final grade back for Philosophy 412 (or 421 or whatever) all on Nietzsche. It was really the only grade that I cared about, as I was in dire danger (that was fun to type) of getting a C in there. I'm not a grade whore, but a C in a philosophy class would have made me consider redecorating my lunges with broken glass. But I got my TAs long email about my paper and while the whole thing was critical, I still got a B+ (a vast improvement over my last inexplicable C-). So now I have a B+ for the course, and more importantly I really understand that fugly mother fucker that was Nietzsche. I was somber and bizarre, but dammit if he didn't have some good ideas. And even if I can't write a killer paper on it, I really do understand what he meant by the death of God, and I really think he's right. Now I can sound pretensious even more effeciently. hehehe.
Long time readers of my LJ will note that I avoid talking about my girlfriends like that goddamned plague. There are reasons for this that don't matter right now, but I suppose 3 years is a decent statute of limitations so here goes. I picked a book off my shelf to start reading today once I finished Slaughterhouse, and happened to pick up one that Lindsay had given to me as a going away present. I forgot that she was the one who gave it to me, and I only remembered because of the inscription on the inside of the book. This is normally where I could talk about hte deep throws of emotion I entered when I read those words, but I'll spare you the non-existent melodrama (at least as best I can). In general, it was just good to think about our good times again. I've been so wrapped up recently in the bad of my old relationships that it was nice to think about good days and what you liked about people. Hell, I even remembered some of the reasons I liked Charlotte (though I did see a picture of mr. mitchell the other day and I doubt I'll be sending him a XMAS card anytime soon). Also if anyone out there has her aim name, I lost it when Bork died, so lay it on me if you have it.
It'd be fun to see mountains. That isn't related to anything, but is still true. If anyone is going to see any let me know, I'd love to tag along.
I just finished "Slaughterhouse Five" for the second time. It's amazing what you get out of it when you're 20 as compared to when you're 15. It seemed particularly appropriate in light of our current skirmish in Iraq. People are so removed from the war, from the violence, we talk about supporting the troops as a matter of course, but we don't even really know what the troops are doing over there. How can we know? Even if there were cameras over there like there were in Vietnam would that really show what was going on? I have no idea, so I'm really asking. God help us all for electing him, between declaring that global warming doesn't exist and that social security should fluctuate with the stock market I'm not sure how I can apologize to our children, but if anyone has any good ideas, I'm willing to try.
I got my final grade back for Philosophy 412 (or 421 or whatever) all on Nietzsche. It was really the only grade that I cared about, as I was in dire danger (that was fun to type) of getting a C in there. I'm not a grade whore, but a C in a philosophy class would have made me consider redecorating my lunges with broken glass. But I got my TAs long email about my paper and while the whole thing was critical, I still got a B+ (a vast improvement over my last inexplicable C-). So now I have a B+ for the course, and more importantly I really understand that fugly mother fucker that was Nietzsche. I was somber and bizarre, but dammit if he didn't have some good ideas. And even if I can't write a killer paper on it, I really do understand what he meant by the death of God, and I really think he's right. Now I can sound pretensious even more effeciently. hehehe.
Long time readers of my LJ will note that I avoid talking about my girlfriends like that goddamned plague. There are reasons for this that don't matter right now, but I suppose 3 years is a decent statute of limitations so here goes. I picked a book off my shelf to start reading today once I finished Slaughterhouse, and happened to pick up one that Lindsay had given to me as a going away present. I forgot that she was the one who gave it to me, and I only remembered because of the inscription on the inside of the book. This is normally where I could talk about hte deep throws of emotion I entered when I read those words, but I'll spare you the non-existent melodrama (at least as best I can). In general, it was just good to think about our good times again. I've been so wrapped up recently in the bad of my old relationships that it was nice to think about good days and what you liked about people. Hell, I even remembered some of the reasons I liked Charlotte (though I did see a picture of mr. mitchell the other day and I doubt I'll be sending him a XMAS card anytime soon). Also if anyone out there has her aim name, I lost it when Bork died, so lay it on me if you have it.
It'd be fun to see mountains. That isn't related to anything, but is still true. If anyone is going to see any let me know, I'd love to tag along.