Minus the savant part. Idiots in the Greek sense! Also…EVERYTHING IS BREAKING ALL THE TIME!
Tag: Philosophy
Fence Sitting is Not the Moral High Ground
Just because discourse gets messy and our opinions might not have much clout doesn’t mean we should shy away from actively seeking to understand everything we can.
A response prompted by this video:
“Serving America” and other Ambiguous woo
Herein we look at:
“Heroes work here; Thank you for your service;” and other such spells….
To conclude that:
Mysticism is usually only good for the shaman.
Metaphysics is not Science
There’s a new Simon Says game in town and it’s called: Science Says. As lovely as the method called Science is, it nontheless remains mute. Science can say nothing at all. Which is an attractive quality when one considers how many daft things Simon says.
This ventroliquism with the Science puppet is in vogue not only among snarky laypeople but also in some fairly educated folk as well. It stems from a misunderstanding of science’s problem domain by turning her into the philosophical pursuit called Metaphysics.
And…then taking metaphysics and replacing it with bold assertions that would make a clergyman blush.
The Psychology Today Article
The Shill
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Is your hurrying effective?
A super brief monologue on valuing time over diligence/quality.
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Fractal Briefs | Emo Sugar
Just some informal thoughts on how something as simple as one too many twinkies can lead to some odd disruptions of homeostasis in surprising ways. Holy word salad batman! Watch the video….the thought doesn’t lend itself to easy description.
Supporting Evidence:
A classic shock jock flashback. Clearly emos are the result of sugary sodas saturating the burbs. I hope to win the nobel prize for this observation. I’m a naturalist in the tradition of Darwin, Audabon, and Drake. Don’t deny it…
Signs of Decline – Searching for British Naturalists online results in nude people. Nothing against nude people but I’d prefer naturalist mean guy who geeks out about butterflies in a Victorian Parlour not a chubby Englishman who’s lost his underwear.
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Athena’s Embrace in which Divisions Desolve (Poem, Experimental)
I have to guard the sacred fire
To teach the world to dance
I’m here to tell you that there’s a difference
It’s not all the same
I’m here to show you how to call things by their proper name
There is a proper name
That there is
There is a proper name
I have to guard the sacred fire
To teach the world to dance
I’m here to tell you that there’s a difference
She said…
Bare feet traversed the marble tile. As checkered and cold as the gaze of the traveler. Upon her brow a laurel within her grasp a blade.
I stood regarding. Calm descended for I was master of my flesh. This specter though fearsome fair would not cow me nor stay my stride toward father sun.
“I have stripped hair from my skull, I have dug tendrils from my rib, I have sung to vultures, and feasted on want. Woman, wisdom, I owe you not a shred of obeisance. You speak of fire and you see I am already charred. Now step aside and drop your mother’s pretense for I am no child.”
She laughed a silent laugh but loudly so loudly from each eye.
“Your tongue bleeds war. Scarcely have you been weaned o babe of the abyss. Cling now homeward for Hades weeps for its child.”
“I shall pass to drink and dance with shimmering joys, to bespeckle the sky with guide, and wonder. You speak of names, you speak of truth, so what pray tell is yours?”
A thin smile spread over the desolate beauty of ice.
A bird of night winged down between us. Within its talons a parchment.
The slowest hint of nod.
I unfurled the feathered couriers gift.
“Though art the way?”
Having read I looked in question.
The answer was the hilt of sword.
I knew. I knew and I plunged the testament within my breast.
She held me and I held her.
And the boundary nullified…dissolved…division…
And so I sang
That there is
There is a proper name
There is There is There is
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The Power of Internet (Vlog)
Topics Discussed
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Don’t let rejection get you down
Alt-Tech
The purpose/value of social media
Take responsibility for how you use technology
Credentialism is bad
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The Wisdom of Grain (Vlog)
This is basically just a monologue. The video is of a recent hike that I edited to look kinda grunge rock in Kdenlive.
The discussion centers around why lower quality video may be a better stylistic choice. Having more real than real HD can blur the line between reality and presentation in unwholesome ways.
Here’s the link to the Lunduke video I was referring to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUznH_3kKHI
Typical (Poem)
Opened a book today
A million men died in its pages
A million widows wept, what can I say
A typical account of typical ages
A great river had promise
To make the land rich
They must never miss
The chance to satisfy that itch
Utility’s king
Futility’s felt without building a thing
So goes the ring, so goes the ring
The round circle tight as a noose
Choking the poets
Squeezing the juice
Potential is drained
Yeah you know it’s
The way it’s explained
Very matter of fact
That we must sacrifice
With a haste without tact
For we need things nice
Yet do we really know
What’s nice and what’s ill
What poets, muses, and sages
Are lost in the men that we kill
For the promise of better just slightly
The thing haunts me nightly
So my lamp burns more brightly
Till I see this dross is all gone
Life is a thing both febrile and strong
Both sacred and wrong
So I guard that flame
Doubly sure to maintain the song
For many have died and many are lame
While I have vigor
I’ll recall their name
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