Showing posts with label theory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theory. Show all posts
Friday, August 14, 2009
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.
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.
Labels:
benjamin,
books,
descartes,
norbert weinter,
shelving,
simon weil,
theory,
weber
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Meditations
All this new fame has me wondering--why would anyone want to read this. And I have some ideas:
experience: I have some. Not exactly unique experience, but maybe that's a good thing.
Not totally clueless: I know a few things: been around the block a few times. Know a good romanian place.
Wisdom: I hate it . Think it's psychotic. It's like a horoscope or a fortune cookie. You recognize the truth of it after the fact.
Truth: I guess this is kind of confessional, and as we know from foulault (sp), that's a technology for truth-production.
Not entirely an attension seeker: this is anonymous and that counts for something.
I could go on, but don't want to tire you.
Labels:
attention,
confession,
experience,
foucault,
knowledge,
readers,
technologies-of-the-self,
theory,
truth,
wisdom
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