Monday, November 28, 2005

In my life...

November is never easy. Personally, I think the month hates me. If anything is going to go disastrously wrong in my life, you know the type, so wrong as to shake one's whole existence kind of wrong, it will go wrong in the month of November. But it's almost over, only two days left. What's the worst that can happen?

That aside, I came here to talk about me. Of late, things have been pretty rough, but with the end of November approaching, I thought I'd get back in the grove and talk about two of my favorite things; knitting and philosophy.

Knittingwise, I haven't been up to all that much. I finished off a cute set of armwarmers. They fit really snug and look (according to my classmates) 'bad-ass', whatever that might mean. I've been working away at Eris, cable edged sweater. I'm almost done the torso and soon, I get to make some sleeves. Other than that, I'm knitting an everyday bag. There is a lot of seed stitch, so it's taking longer than I planed. It is also going to need a lining, but since my sister showed me how to use the sewing machine this month when she came to visit, I think I can make myself a lining, no problem.

For Philosophy I'm, at this very moment, writing my major paper for Kierkegaard class. I really should have been finished last night, but I'll hand it in a day late. It's a self directed class, so the deadlines are not as fixed as in other classes and it's only a first draft. My problem with this paper is that there are so few and so many references on the subject. There are few enough references about Kierkegaard that I could read all English resources in about two years or less, but there are too many to read in 3 months. I keep seeing references to something else to that would help my essay, but I don't have time, and often don't have access to the material. Oh well. I've written 7 pages so far, I have 13 pages left to write today. It shouldn't be too hard, this is a topic I can talk about for hours.

Speaking about Soren Kierkegaard, my task for Christmas break, I'm going to apply for a fellowship to go to a university in the USA so that I can research SK. My current university isn't very amicable to what they call European non analytic philosophers. I would love the opportunity to participate in an environment that encourages the somethingsomething.

anyway, got a paper to go write. I'm looking forward to a new month, and a new way of being.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

"What God wants, God gets. God help us all!"

The intensity of despair that is realized upon recognizing one is an individual alone is enough to drive one insane. Had I faith in God, this wouldn’t be so bad. Yet, the one thing I have learnt from philosophy is that there is no foundation for our knowledge except for faith. I am alone with my beliefs, floating above the abyss. None of this matters to me. Everything matters to me.

Monday, November 21, 2005

one has to pass the time somehow.

The Traditional Princess

You are generous, graceful, and practical with both
feet planted firmly on the ground. You tend to
be a little on the old-fashioned side. You
value home, hearth, and family life and love to
be of service to others.

Role Models: Snow White, Maid Marian

You are most likely to: Discover a hidden talent
for spinning straw into gold.

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It's been a sad week.

Here is the same paragraph I posted last week, only this time done by a different translator. Notice anything different (like a few extra sentences and a different order)?

"If a human being did not have an eternal consciousness, if underlying everything there were only a wild, fermenting power that writhing in dark passions produced everything, be it significant or insignificant, if a vast, never appeased emptiness hid beneath everything, what would life be then but despair? If such were the situation, if there were no sacred bond that knit humankind together, if one generation emerged after another like forest foliage, if one generation succeeded another like the singing of birds in the forest, if a generation passed through the world as a ship through the sea, as wind through the desert, an unthinking and unproductive performance, if an eternal oblivion, perpetually hungry, lurked for its prey and there were no power strong enough to wrench that away from it - how empty and devoid of consolation life would be!"

As for me, I'm sad because I lost someone very dear to me. This isn't the place to go into details, but I will most likely not be around the blog much for at least the rest of the month.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

I was reading this when something happened this morning

"If there were no eternal consciousness in a man, if at the foundation of all there lay only a wildly seething power which writhing with obscure passions produced everything that is great and everything that is insignificant, if a bottomless void never satiated lay hidden beneath all - what then would life be but despair?" (Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling)

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Trampled by Geese: pipe dreams in the rain

I was just wondering if I could blog my own blog.

Trampled by Geese: pipe dreams in the rain

oh look, I can.

I am writing a paper on the Turing Test. It's very interesting, and I can easily fill up the required 6 pages, but I don't have my own point of view - my own theme statement if you will. I don't know why she is requiring us to have our own opinions; it's second year philosophy, we aren't suppose to have our own opinions. In fact, I know at least one proff that won't let us write papers for his class until at least the fourth year, and even then...well, let's just say, in philosophy, one gets to express their own opinion after graduate studies begin. This is just one of many inconsistencies in this proff. I very much wish it wasn't a required class.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Life's a funny thing

Everything’s about the same. I haven’t been online much the last few weeks. I finished my armwarmers, my fellow students at the Philosophy Student Library tell me that they look “bad ass.” I think that it might be a good thing. Would anyone care to translate in to a form of English I might be able to understand?

And now for a quick photo essay of sorts; this is of an abandoned building that burnt down this last summer:

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Before you know it, you’ll be saying, what was all the fuss?

I’m not much in the mood to blog, but why not.

I wonder why the eternal is prised more than the ephemeral is. Why do we search for connection to something greater than ourselves rather than being satisfied with what exists around us? Why do we quest for understanding and knowledge? Why do they say that we should praise divine love because it is eternal and unchanging? Why not cherish the burst of joy on a dying woman’s face when you enter the room? There is nothing eternal in that. It comes and within seconds returns to the grim mask of pain that has consumed what there is left of her life. And when she smiles, the pure elation that enters her husband holds nothing of the eternal. That is a husband that stood by her side through the adventures of life. Now, he lives for her and she is dieing.

Why should I prise the eternal rather than that? Why not heed the poet’s call, “You should love a thing all that much more because it is transitory.”