the night before my college graduation. it's fitting in sort of a nauseating way that I should spend it highly caffeinated, sitting with my laptop at All Saints, slogging through philosophy papers.
**I just discovered a hidden unlockable section on Nietzsche in my 3rd take-home assignment, adding 4 extra pages onto this paper. god, this is exciting.**
philosophy texts depress me. I was talking with dru today about literary masturbation - when it's appropriate or aesthetically pleasing, when it isn't - he cited The Great Gatsby as an example of the latter, and I disagree. but that's a matter of personal taste. PHILOSOPHERS are, in my estimation, by and large a species of writer who wallow in the kind of literary masturbation that I find messy and unattractive. I'll be generous and claim that 99% of all philosophy texts are an unholy marriage of techno-babble and floral prose EXPLOSION that makes me want to shake the authors and introduce them to single-syllable words.
**here come the shakes. I should have brought a jacket.**
it seems to me that philosophy examination papers should be the easiest to BS, owing to the vast acreage of raw material that I'm working with. it's easiest to build sand castles on the beach, y'know. but fuckin' A... AUGH. some of this shit just turns my brain into pudding.
whatever.
dru came up with my folks and my sister. they're hooked up in a pretty swank B&B down near St. Mark's that gives away free bicycles. can't be bad. I was sprinkled with graduation gifties, which made me somewhat uncomfortable. that doesn't speak to the gesture or to the gifts themselves, which were beautiful - I've always felt awkward receiving gifts. Sara and Sean gave me an absolutely beautiful pocket watch etched with my monogram and a douglas adams quote ("time is an illusion. lunchtime doubly so.") a gift for me. at THEIR wedding. I was blown away. they claimed that wedding couples giving gifts to members of the bridal party is some sort of tradition, but I think the both of them are just generous freaks.
so missy got me the gigantic, 3-volume Calvin & Hobbes Bible set. that shit is HEAVY. 2,000 pounds of childhood memories constituting my higher education. I'm gonna set them up on little tome podiums in my foyer, when I have a foyer, for visitors and lookie-loos to page through. mom and pop got me a gorgeous hand-carved walking stick
**pee break**
with a wrap-around image of a basilisk. fucking amazing. and to go along with it, they gave me a wall map of the world (complete with artist's rendition of a viking ship... here there be monsters) with pins to mark all the places I've been and the places I've yet to go. little blue flags mark planned destinations. I don't have enough of them.
I will tell you a secret. I'm worried that I won't receive my diploma.
**I just discovered a hidden unlockable section on Nietzsche in my 3rd take-home assignment, adding 4 extra pages onto this paper. god, this is exciting.**
philosophy texts depress me. I was talking with dru today about literary masturbation - when it's appropriate or aesthetically pleasing, when it isn't - he cited The Great Gatsby as an example of the latter, and I disagree. but that's a matter of personal taste. PHILOSOPHERS are, in my estimation, by and large a species of writer who wallow in the kind of literary masturbation that I find messy and unattractive. I'll be generous and claim that 99% of all philosophy texts are an unholy marriage of techno-babble and floral prose EXPLOSION that makes me want to shake the authors and introduce them to single-syllable words.
**here come the shakes. I should have brought a jacket.**
it seems to me that philosophy examination papers should be the easiest to BS, owing to the vast acreage of raw material that I'm working with. it's easiest to build sand castles on the beach, y'know. but fuckin' A... AUGH. some of this shit just turns my brain into pudding.
whatever.
dru came up with my folks and my sister. they're hooked up in a pretty swank B&B down near St. Mark's that gives away free bicycles. can't be bad. I was sprinkled with graduation gifties, which made me somewhat uncomfortable. that doesn't speak to the gesture or to the gifts themselves, which were beautiful - I've always felt awkward receiving gifts. Sara and Sean gave me an absolutely beautiful pocket watch etched with my monogram and a douglas adams quote ("time is an illusion. lunchtime doubly so.") a gift for me. at THEIR wedding. I was blown away. they claimed that wedding couples giving gifts to members of the bridal party is some sort of tradition, but I think the both of them are just generous freaks.
so missy got me the gigantic, 3-volume Calvin & Hobbes Bible set. that shit is HEAVY. 2,000 pounds of childhood memories constituting my higher education. I'm gonna set them up on little tome podiums in my foyer, when I have a foyer, for visitors and lookie-loos to page through. mom and pop got me a gorgeous hand-carved walking stick
**pee break**
with a wrap-around image of a basilisk. fucking amazing. and to go along with it, they gave me a wall map of the world (complete with artist's rendition of a viking ship... here there be monsters) with pins to mark all the places I've been and the places I've yet to go. little blue flags mark planned destinations. I don't have enough of them.
I will tell you a secret. I'm worried that I won't receive my diploma.
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though how this differs from any other time of the day, I do not know.
no matter, i'm not really using the blasted thing.
congratulations!