I realized that Philippine jeepneys are objects that depend so highly on chance to be productive.  Basically, you have all these jeepneys on one run, for example, the one that goes from Commonwealth to Quiapo.  And each of them depends on a person who shows up on an opportune street corner at an opportune time of the day, and by some stroke of ( Read more... )

There is actually no problem with Kant.  The problem is with me ( Read more... )

I learned over the past week that Borges is considered by some people (whose opinions matter, somehow) as the greatest fiction-writer.  However, these people do not include Borges himself, who was apparently too intimidated by the fiction writers he considered the greatest to consider himself any good.  So Borges instead thought of himself as a ( Read more... )

I don't actually know how to start this.

This is a post about me, and thinking, and me thinking.  It's as lame as that, and I am pretty sure you're a click away from some awesome BBC Merlin fanfiction.  Or your research paper.  So go over there instead.

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Somehow, I got the idea that thinking should make sense.  Somewhere along the lines of being a ( Read more... )