so borred

don't quit know what to do with myself.

best clean and shelve. so many books.

haven't seen my little friends in a while--the roommates, cockroaches.

now, don't be like that. almost every place i've lived, since home, has had them.

the joys of student life.

knowing you're never alone.

my plan

was to get all drunk and shelve books.

but i spent more time doing this than shelving books.

which means that i shelved more books than i would have if i had just meant to shelve books, because i would have turned on the phone and called people.

so atleast i yelled at the interweb instead of bothering people.

ok i'm really drunk

and didn't even get through shelging.

but for some reason the distinction between wisdom and its other has come up.

and i choose its other.

which requires some explaining.

how can you argue against wisdom.

well, let me explain.

what really is wisdom. it's the pronouncement of the future consequence in some sort of riddle.

when we can figure it our, then, hey, we've got a bit of future knowledge.

it's the only way that the future can speak to the past.

but i don't believe that this can be counted on regularly.

it's mystical. and unless you believe in a benevolent higher power who micro-manages the universe in this way, it simply doesn't work...


but it does.

and here you're right. it does. but it works in the way that superstition works.

that horoscope was true! i was suppose3d to avoid x and emrbase y.

it's the kind of thing that you recognize the truth of after it happens. much like a fortune cookie.

and this is my essential critique of it.

say every pronouncement oracular--every fortune cookie, every horoscope was accurate. imagine this world.

we've got a direct contact with the devine and all means of access to it are true.

every horror scope, every fortune cookie is accurate is written in few words. yet it applies to the uniqueness of my world. How?

because it concentrates truth into few words. it's the same way that god created the world.

and words are ambiguous. that's why, when you were facing the situation, you did not remember the horoscope. you didn't remember the fortune cookie or wise saying. you just acted. and it agreed or didn't agree with what you were doing. and that's why you later judged if it were true or false.

that's because hororscopes and fortune cookies and wisdom are false. we only recognize how important they are after the fact and then we follow them.

now, it's not like the other solution has its problems. it does. as soon as it is articulated, it's good for that moment. to look back on those pronouncements would be folly.

they're like meat in the case. and if you live out in the happy suburbs you don't have this problem. but some places i've lived, you gotta be aware. don't want to take home spoilt meat.

so, what it leaves you with is the hysteric answer. you're making it up as it goes along.

wisdom is passed along to the ages. it gets venerated. worshiped.

otherwise, you're just a hysteric, a cassandra, yelling out into the world that you feel no one understands.

but some do.

yeah, a lot of posts

so, the shelving is not going.

i'm too wrapped up in this.

but back to pleasurable work.

oh, the trials and tribulations of the graduate school.

you turn what is for others a pleasure into a job.

unlikely bedfellows

Benjamin has this essay--unpacking his library.

That's kind of what i'm doing right now.

after my father died, i kind of half-assed it. unpacked, sure, but i was interested in failure and chaos at the time (now i just experience them) and so i just let different things brush up against eachother.

you'd think interesting things would come of it. but either it doesn't work that way or i was too stupid at the time (and i kind of doubt the latter explanation).

but alpha-beta, well that just can't be beat. irony of the greeks still living with us. check out these two:

descartes with philip dick--totally makes sense.

weber-weil-weiner--crazy-ass psycho, but there might be something there, if i ever get to pull it together.

and if anyone has a book report due (mine's already mapped out "thing to object"--i've got no idea how i got that one working), go ahead and begin where you will.

Get ready

I'm thinking I'm posting alot tonight.

The phone's off and I'm finally going to finish shelving books. And i'm drinking whisky.

What could possibly go wrong.

And I'm disappointed, mad, sad and angry. And apparently using the oxford comma, god know's why.

so--here we go. let the fun and games begin.