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Category Archives: my so called life

existence

i have a backlog of single link draft posts that i haven’t gotten around to fleshing out to a state that is publishable by my minimal standards. you would think i was busy. hah. i’m going to go ahead and post this video though because what it describes is very close to my own philosophy, […]

pretty much sums it up

Why I’m A Squishy Leftie This isn’t scary socialism. This is self-protection by protecting the social contract within which we live, and just giving a damn about people. just read Harry August this summer and it was very good.

on happiness

We live in a world where people think happiness is a condition, but it’s not; it’s a sensation. It’s momentary. So do I have little moments of happiness? Yes. Is that my general condition? No. Is that anyone’s general condition? I can’t believe that’s the case. Are there people that are generally more buoyant than […]

shame

ASK POLLY: I’m Broke and Mostly Friendless and I’ve Wasted My Whole Life Learn to treat yourself the way a loving older parent would. Tell yourself: This reckoning serves a purpose. Your traveling served a purpose. Your moving served a purpose. You’re sitting on a pile of gold that you earned through your own hard […]

loud.

a last word for #bellletstalk 2018

also this was funny.

New manifesto

On my temple in Delphi there are two words written: Know Thyself. It’s good advice. Know yourself. You are worth knowing. Examine your life. The unexamined life is not worth living. Be aware that other people have equal significance. Give them the space to make their own choices, and let their choices count as you […]

a reason for not doing a Ph.D.

The Career Move That Dare Not Speak Its Name Imagine if we all just stopped believing that the only way to be an academic is to be constantly employed by a university. There—wouldn’t that make people’s lives a lot better? Let’s just do that. [Editorial note: Josh Parsons died on April 11, 2017.]

January

I Hate New Year’s Day, Antonio Gramsci, January 1, 1916 That’s why I hate New Year’s. I want every morning to be a new year’s for me. Every day I want to reckon with myself, and every day I want to renew myself. No day set aside for rest. I choose my pauses myself, when […]

Continuing the recovery

of this blog, i spent a couple of hours manually adding categories to old posts. Boy, i must have been bored. Still lots of stuff broken, links often break on the internet. Also, i missed the blog’s 10th anniversary. ¯\_(?)_/¯