Thursday, December 24, 2009

Twas the night before Christmas...

And I dont give enough of a shit to come up with a rhyme about how i am getting drunk at the moment. Well here we are at the eve of Christmas and the dawning of a New Year. Well "Fuck all" says I. 2009 blew goats for the most part and I am glad to be done with it. So here, enjoy this...

or this...


Other than that at the moment i have little to say. Look forward to more and my Top Ten list before the new year....

Friday, December 11, 2009

Well, I needed another break to electronically vomit...

So where was I? Oh yes! I have been up for almost 40 hours now and for some reason feel no need to sleep. Maybe I am finally evolving beyond such silliness? I doubt it...
I have finished a paper today on the legacy of philosophical skepticism. I believe that for the most part it was satisfactory rubbish except the section on Wittgenstein's On Certainty and the section on my general response to the problem where I used some good old fashioned Pierce. Basically I find the whole mess incoherent and untenable. If someone wishes to run the most failed thought experiment of all time to question one of the silliest perennial nuisances of philosophy they can be my guest. For my part I am quite content in going on like a dumb ass acting as if "This is a hand and this is hand." Sleep probably would not be a terrible idea at this juncture though... So now I am up to my ears in Foucault... again... I was originally excited about the idea but unfortunately I am not now except the parts where I do some serious Kant quoting which sounds ridiculous except that it isn't.
Back to work. Enjoy some cheese with this whine.

Christmas Reading List...

I have been thinking about what to read over the Christmas break and have come up with a few ideas:
-The Cockroaches of Stay More-Donald Harrington
-Norwood-Charles Portis
-Fight Club- Chuck Palahniuk (I know, shut up)
-After Virtue-Alasdair MacIntyre
-What Computers Still Can't Do-Hubert Dreyfus

While I doubt anyone reads this blog anymore, if you do please give me some suggestions.

The things that keep me going...

I have already noted my misguided love for LoL cats but in this time of great stress I need everything I can to get me through writing my papers. I share with you two things have given me a reason to keep going...

see more Epic Fails

And even better...

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Finals and what not...


So I have been attempting to be productive during this holiday/finals season. Mostly this means fretting about my papers without actually getting much done and looking at all of my favorite picture blogs. For some reason cats doing funny things with funny captions makes me weak in the knees with laughter. I cannot explain it. But I do know that I love it. Why is this funny I ask you? I don't know!!! I have also become a fan of Fuck yeah sharks.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Falling down on the job... again...

Well, I really (as I always say after a long hiatus from posting) really need to stay on the ball with this blogging business. It is therapeutic for me in a way and as such I need as much of that as I can get. So where to begin on catching up on what is constituting my life of late. I suppose first thing I need to say is the ever increasing (and always everpresent) angst over what I am going to be when I grow up. I have come back around to philosophy in a pathological way and I am not sure I can shake that off. It is so deep in my veins that I am even considering a return to New York to continue my studies (I am even tempted to try my hand at the NSSR again). It seems that older does mean wiser, or at least more focused and if I am ever going to make money (ie repay loans) with this gig I am going to have to try and go first tier and make my name, whatever the hell that means. I am also considering Vanderbilt and Texas A&M. But we will see whether or not Sophia can be tamed.
So I believe that I now own a cat. Or at least he owns me. This is a step up from our original relationship where by he merely came by once a day to holler until I fed him. He now seems to want in the house. I admit I was much pleased to be having such a casual relationship with him. I imagined that when he was down watching me read he would go back to wherever he sleeps, poor himself a big brandy, put on a fez and smoking jacket and settle down to chuckle while reading Swann's Way. Here is a picture of the magnificent beast (Bear is his name):














Well more to follow. Promise.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Thought:

I sometimes believe that everything I write here is crap.