April 2012
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no one speaks of things
unrelated to money
[in america]
its hard to justify worrying about anything knowing one day I’ll die and never experience anything of this beautiful world and my fellows ever again
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My playlist is called Whill Cave. Do you like it?
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Thoughts on contemporary education
I have been thinking more and more about the state of the education in the U.S. Recently I have read a few opinion pieces, from those that say one should only go to school in order to learn a trade (primarily business related), to those that think the advance of science and technology is the only real value of a University, to those that believe that one should engage in the pursuit of knowledge...
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Think!: Fri 12:10 Exposure →
via technofederalist:
Every nerve seems exposed. Internal sensibility is comported outwards. Reversed and exposed the neural networks rearrange themselves as my body teaches itself to feel in a different way. Worldly stimulus is now altered and memory fettered by reason reminds me that although conditioned to experience the world in a particular manner, the task now is to cope with these...
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It’s been one hundred and forty years since Thoreau, who itched a full century...
– “Quitting the paint factory”
by Mark Slouka (via tetw)
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Note on authenticity
Instead of studying physics I am writing this note on authenticity: It seems to me to be ontologically impossible for “individuals” (especially rugged/Horatio Alger individuals [the American stereotype kind]) to exist. Our entire conception of self is a product of a desire or an acknowledgement to emulate that with which we accord. Heidegger seems to have at least something right in say that...
Disliking hip-hop doesn’t make you a racist any more than liking hip-hop makes...
– Jack Hamilton, America Is Dying Slowly: Talking About Hip-Hop After Trayvon Martin (via lotus-eyes)
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I am too afraid of myself and not yet enough afraid of what I will become. I am a two, a dynamo of that with which I am in love and that which I detest. I am a dichotomy: I can be nothing less and nothing more. I am hated and loved, knowledgeable and ignorant, privileged and marginalized. My fellows and myself are the source of meaning, but that we know nothing.
Human beings brought logos and...