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"Thalmus ruled that writing was a pharmakon. Like the word "drug" it could be used for good or bad. It could cure or poison.
According to Thamus, writing would allow humans to extend the memories and share information. But, more important, writing would allow humans to rely too much on these external means of recording. Our own memories would wither and fail. Our notes and records would replace our minds.
Worse then that, written information can't teach, according to Thamus. You can't question it, and it can't defend itself when people misunderstand or misrepresent it. Written communication gives people what Thalmus called the "False conceit of knowledge," a fake certainty that they understand something."
~Stranger than Fiction
~C.P.
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Last night. I got together with friends I havent seen in a very long time. It was nice. We of course partook in one of our favorite past times, killing our livers together. It was long fun night. But one that I will probably hold off on repeating to soon. All that companionship and reliving of the past gave me a headache this morning.
I miss those guys.
I was supposed to go and hang out with everyone again today. I was supposed to do lots of things. I didn't though. I sat around, reading all day. Watching movies.
Todays theme was lethargy.
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I feel so resistant to myself sometimes. Like I don't want to try to improve things for myself, or take risks on my own behalf cause if I fail, I'll have no-one to blame but myself.
So its easier just to not try and be content with the way things are.
I have finshed more things lately though. I even called up a few people i have forgotten. I even called up a girl who I blew off cause I didn't like the fact that she did drugs. We hadn't ended on a good note. So I called her.
I told her I still can't watch someone I care about do that to themselfs. That I wanted her to know I wasn't mad at her and wanted to wish her the best.
It may not have meant anything to her. But for somereason it mattered to me. It seemed better not to leave things unsaid. For us not to have to wonder about the other person anymore.
I think I have been acting strange lately.
I feel like somethings going to happen.
According to Thamus, writing would allow humans to extend the memories and share information. But, more important, writing would allow humans to rely too much on these external means of recording. Our own memories would wither and fail. Our notes and records would replace our minds.
Worse then that, written information can't teach, according to Thamus. You can't question it, and it can't defend itself when people misunderstand or misrepresent it. Written communication gives people what Thalmus called the "False conceit of knowledge," a fake certainty that they understand something."
~Stranger than Fiction
~C.P.
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Last night. I got together with friends I havent seen in a very long time. It was nice. We of course partook in one of our favorite past times, killing our livers together. It was long fun night. But one that I will probably hold off on repeating to soon. All that companionship and reliving of the past gave me a headache this morning.
I miss those guys.
I was supposed to go and hang out with everyone again today. I was supposed to do lots of things. I didn't though. I sat around, reading all day. Watching movies.
Todays theme was lethargy.
******
I feel so resistant to myself sometimes. Like I don't want to try to improve things for myself, or take risks on my own behalf cause if I fail, I'll have no-one to blame but myself.
So its easier just to not try and be content with the way things are.
I have finshed more things lately though. I even called up a few people i have forgotten. I even called up a girl who I blew off cause I didn't like the fact that she did drugs. We hadn't ended on a good note. So I called her.
I told her I still can't watch someone I care about do that to themselfs. That I wanted her to know I wasn't mad at her and wanted to wish her the best.
It may not have meant anything to her. But for somereason it mattered to me. It seemed better not to leave things unsaid. For us not to have to wonder about the other person anymore.
I think I have been acting strange lately.
I feel like somethings going to happen.