| The Meme |
[06 Dec 2004|11:39pm] |
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal...along with these instructions.
"If, nevertheless, the Neo-Kantians are attempting to resurrect the Kantian conception in Germany and the agnostics that of Hume in England (where in fact it had never ceased to survive), this is - in view of their theoretical and practical refutation accomplished long ago - scientifically a regression and practically merely a shamefaced way of surreptiously accepting materialism, while denying it before the world."
- Frederick Engels, "Ludwig Feuerbach and the Outcome of Classical German Philosophy"
You can deduce from book at hand that I'm completing an essay for a Marxist philosophy course. You can deduce from my posting a meme that I am both desperately tired, and desperately in want of a distraction.
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| N is for Neville Who Died of Ennui |
[22 Nov 2004|05:36pm] |
I'm only doing this to avoid studying.
My room affords me a view of all the downtown area, framed by city hall and the barometer of the Canada Life Building. Many lights, including Christmas ones now, and the traffic down on Queen. I'm here more or less by myself, holding conversations with Vladimir the Vampire Bear. He's a lot nicer than you'd think.
Today has been studying, with a trip out to look at books, and some time on the telephone, and a good bit of time considering the term papers that need to be finished... by the end of the term. Surely that's too early for term papers to be due - their deadlines should be delayable to the point of absurdity. Take for example the story I'm writing as Tommy's house-warming present. It likely won't even be finished until the new house has come and gone.
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| Updated (An Overstatement) |
[17 Nov 2004|10:12pm] |
Today I retrieved my umbrella, cleaned off the top of my desk (involves stuffing things in the drawers, instead), and studied Plato. There was a class in there somewhere, a bike ride, a short trip to the book store, and time spent telling myself that I should make another try at the journal.
I can't move past the need to have something to write before writing in here. Sure, I have little stories, like the ice cream cones in the bathroom, and how I asked a homeless individual yesterday if he was feeling lucky, and just where the umbrella has been, but I tell those to Tommy to keep him entertained.
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| The Rhyme, The Reason |
[13 Nov 2004|12:23am] |
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omorrow I'm going to write that proper introduction, and if all else fails I'll fall back on a meme.
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| Long Walks In The Autumnal City |
[06 Nov 2004|12:25am] |
I've been taking them, recently, with my nice friend Tommy.
He had been telling me, for some time, to write a journal again - which was something I did frequently online, in the late nineties, and sporadically offline these last few years. And I told him I would, and thought about what I could say, and when I could do so, until eventually he realized he shouldn't make those sorts of suggestions.
I'm kidding of course. Hugs to you, Tommy.
But it has been a very long time since I should have started writing a journal again. Tomorrow, maybe, I'll write a proper introduction, and see what I can do with this space.
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