January 2004

Right now….

This is what I’m working on right now. A five-page essay on nietzsche.

Give me feedback NOW BITCH!

Among the many related concepts explored in “On Truth and Lies in a Non-Moral Sense”, Nietzsche describes a human existence in which it is impossible to ever directly experience or understand what reality actually is. He bases this philosophy on the idea that because we are unable to remove ourselves from our world and see it from an objective viewpoint, we can never hope to perceive more than the stimuli that reach our senses. According to Nietzsche, it is merely the “nerve stimulus”(82), which is already once removed from the original source that is then transferred into an “image” (82) or thought, no more than a metaphor, and then into sound and finally words. These then become our understanding of our world. However, these several degrees of separation between the original “thing in itself” (82) and our understanding of that thing prevent us from truly grasping its truth. Keeping this aspect of Nietzsche’s philosophy in mind, an inescapable paradox reveals itself when it is recognized that Nietzsche cannot hope to effectively convey or discuss the actual truth or reality implied by his essay using human language. A discussion of just the diction used in the text of the essay, even in a translated version, provides evidence that language can never be used to effectively convey the exact truth that Nietzsche hopes to reveal. This paradox then turns back upon itself when it is realized that the fact that language fails Nietzsche not only undermines and weakens the validity of his idea of an inaccessible truth outside ourselves, but also provides the strongest evidence in support of it.

Yeah. that is one paragraph. The intro at that. But according to MSword, it is a full page. :) So… only four more like it to go. And btw, ignore my incorrect citations. Fuck figuring out which citation style he wants.

Yeah… you know I secretly love this shit, right?

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Taken from the threads following this article: Ohio Set to Enact Same-Sex Marriage Ban

Some context:

Re: Why do gays seek the stamp of appro
by: lady_raven_050902 (F/SkyDancer) [….]

> Because homos do not qualify for marriage to each other

circular reasoning:

gays should not be granted the right to marry because they already have the legal benefits by other means, but they shouldn’t be granted those legal benefits automatically (as heterosexual married couples are) because they ‘do not qualify for marriage to each other’ ?

Here’s the Quote of the Day:

Re: Why do gays seek the stamp of appro
by: ricmarc2001 [….]

isn’t it interesting these heterosexual anti gay people can’t think straight?

hahaha. This thread can be found here.

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Yay fiction.

First fiction of the term finished. 732 words. Wanna read?

Frog Soup

Over the roar of the hair dryer, Janie couldn’t quite make out what her younger brother wasyelling. She rolled her eyes at her mirrored reflection, determined to ignore him, when she heard a crashof pots and pans explode from the kitchen.

“What was that, Kyle?” she turned off the blow-dryer.

“I said, do you want frog soup?” the four-year-old asked.

“Want what? Kyle, what was that noise?”

“Pans. I’m making soup.”

“Frog soup? Kyle, you can’t make frog soup. Where would you get frogs from?”

“From the ditch in front of Margaret’s house.”

Janie froze. Their neighbor Margaret really did have a ditch. And the ditch really did havefrogs.

“Kyle?” She leaned out of the bathroom door in time to see something dark and small leap outof a white bucket standing in the middle of the kitchen floor.

“Kyle? What are you doing?” she yelled as she let the hair dryer fall, and vaulted herselftowards the kitchen. Kyle was not there. The white bucket was twitching with a few dozen shinyamphibians trying to get out. Pots and pans were scattered across the kitchen floor, and there was watereverywhere.

“Kyle? Mom’s going to kill me– Mom’s going to kill you when she gets home from work!” She grabbed at a shiny black shape sitting on the counter, but it jumped into the sink.

Suddenly she saw the pantry door open from the corner of her eye, but she didn’t turn fast enough to dodge a mudball thrown at her chest. Kyle exploded in laughter when it hit her and collapsedto the floor.

“Kyle, are you crazy?” Janie grabbed at the mud, cringing as it stuck to her fingers. She scraped some into the bucket, and the frogs protested with more jumping and croaking. She saw another black shape sitting on one of the pans, and made a grab for it. She missed.

“Shit.” She’d smeared mud all over the pan.

“You owe me a quarter.”

“I can swear when mom’s not here.”

“No you can’t.”

“Yes I — shut up Kyle. You need to clean this up.”

“Nu-uh. You’re baby-sitting.” He got up and ran into the living room, tracking mud and water onto the carpet. He laughed again as he began jumping on the couch.

“Rrraaaaaah!” Janie yelled as another frog escaped recapture. She grabbed the white bucket, and tossed it out the screen door and onto the back deck, where it landed with a hollow thwap and a tiny explosion of dark shapes leaping to freedom.
Mom comes home in like, fifteen minutes, she thought. Why is he always like this? She grabbed at another frog, this time catching it as it landed. She threw it outside. At least four more frogs were somewhere in the kitchen.

She heard a crash from the living room and rushed in. Kyle had knocked a lamp over. It wasn’t broken, but it was dangling from an end table like a hooked trout. Careful not to get mud on it, she righted it and then threw an enraged look at Kyle. Kyle was laying on his stomach on the carpet, watching Ed, Edd and Eddy reruns.

Janie heard a car door slam. She glanced in the kitchen, and then in the living room. From her place between hallways, she could see that Kyle had ransacked their mom’s bedroom as well.

Oh god, she thought as the doorknob turned.

“Mommy!” Kyle leapt up and buried himself in his mom’s legs.

“Did you have a good day with your sister?” She asked as she took off her Fast-Mart vest.

“Mom, I got out of the shower and he did all this. He tried to make frog soup.” Janie’s voice cracked, and she looked around at the mess.

Her mom also looked around. But she just shook her head. Janie saw her eyes dart as she must have seen a frog jump from somewhere.

“Mom, aren’t you mad?” Janie clenched her fists.

“He’s just a kid. And they’re just frogs, honey.” She lifted Kyle onto her hip.

“Yeah, they’re just frogs.” Kyle laughed again.

Janie stood there for a minute, teeth and fists clenched, watching her mother step around the scattered pillows and hang her keys up on the wall. Then she turned sharply and marched into her bedroom, slamming the door shut before allowing herself to cry.

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Bin Laden is not on mars!

I have a big crush on Tripathi for writing this article about Bush’s whole “let’s go to mars!” thing. I’m posting the complete text here because I love it so much, but of course: original baro link.

While, I feel that I’m a visionary, and would like to see people in space again in my lifetime simply for the inspiration and a lot of other (I now realize) pretty silly reasons, I would rather be eaten alive by flesh-eating bacteria than have this project be initiated by an idiot like W. Bush.

No oil on Mars
by Sanjai Tripathi

It has been suspected for a long time, but now it’s official. President Bush is a big government liberal.

Today the president is expected to announce the long-term plan for new missions to the moon, with a permanent base and the eventual goal of putting a person on Mars.

These have to be delineated to be effectively analyzed. The moon and Mars are both technically “in space,” but they aren’t very close to each other.

The distance to the moon is about 240,000, while Mars, on a good day, is about 130 million miles away. The difference isn’t literally light-years, but it is light-minutes.

The first question we should ask is, of course, how much will this cost?

The first President Bush thought that putting a person on Mars could be a good “vision” issue. He asked for an estimate in 1989, NASA came up with $400 billion, and Congress just laughed.

The current estimates floating around the press are anywhere between $50 billion and $1 trillion. These, however, are just theoretical plans. When developing a new technology, there are often unanticipated costs and setbacks.

For example, when the idea for the International Space Station was tossed around, also as a “visionary” idea for unifying the world’s nations for the purpose of discovery, its cost was estimated at $8 billion.

Today, $100 billion has been spent on the project, which still isn’t finished. In fact, it recently started mysteriously leaking air. Ouch.

Then there is the space shuttle program. Two of the five orbiters have exploded, killing all aboard. And these vehicles don’t even really venture that far from Earth.

The track record with Mars missions is similarly not stellar. Two thirds of the probes humans have sent to Mars were lost. NASA was just able to successfully land the Spirit rover, which is basically a remote controlled car packed with sensors.

But before that the Japanese Nozomi, the European Beagle 2 and the American Mars Polar Lander all were somehow lost or crashed in their journey.

So we can only imagine the cost estimate for a Mars mission will be huge, and the actual costs far greater, with a significant probability of lost lives.

The next question, which will be asked and presumably answered today, is of course, why do we want to go there?

One possible reason, which is tossed around by astronomy “enthusiasts” everywhere, is that Mars could someday be colonized.

The theory is that Mars’ atmosphere could be made suitable for Earth-like life by introducing engineered microbes and increasing carbon dioxide levels. They call this terraforming.

Unfortunately, this isn’t possible. The planet is too cold for liquid water needed for life, and there isn’t enough water. There isn’t enough carbon dioxide to induce the greenhouse effect, and there is too much solar radiation to support life in any case.

So while it is unlikely, I really hope the President cites terraforming and colonization as mission goals. For the President, who doesn’t believe in evolution or global warming, to say that we can alter Mars’ environment with microbes and greenhouse gases would be a tragically beautiful irony.

Unfortunately, he will probably cite the same “inspiring” three reasons that made the original moon landing so popular.

The first is the simple boost to industry and technology that would result from the mission. This, of course, leads to “jobs,” that wonderful thing that all politicians must promise.

Although simply spending that much money on anything would create jobs, that simple fact doesn’t give every expenditure purpose. In the old days, just a few years ago, real conservatives would get really angry about the idea of big government spending tax money just to give people jobs. They called it Socialism.

The second reason that will be carefully alluded to is that we want to be the best. The implicit purpose of the moon landing in 1969 was that it was a race with the Soviets. We had to win the battle of space and technology to win the Cold War.

There was some truth to the idea then, but that war ended a long time ago. We really don’t need to keep fighting it.

The third and most politically powerful reason likely to be cited is that such an event would be inspiring, and the President wants to appear visionary.

The first moon landing was indeed a tremendous moment in history. But that was a different event in a different time.

Back in ‘69, most adults had grown up without televisions, and many without telephones. The idea of traveling to a celestial object, even the nearest one, was a technological marvel. Many people hadn’t even been to another country on an airplane, and those who had got dressed up in nice suits to do so.

Now, people wear pajamas to fly internationally and we can see flashing color digital images of anything imaginable at the push of a button. We know we could put a person on Mars, and that sort of takes away from the wonder of it all.

It would be a gee-whiz sort of moment, but that hardly justifies the expected cost. The nation doesn’t have that much extra money lying around to play with.

The federal debt is now about $7 trillion dollars. This number is difficult to comprehend. To illustrate: if you lined up that many one dollar bills, at 6 1/8 inches each, they could reach Mars, go around it, and come back.

To better illustrate: that much debt is over $23,000 for every person in the country, even counting children, the elderly and the otherwise unemployed. About 16 percent of every tax dollar goes just to pay interest on our nation’s past overspending, most of which occurred only in the last 20 years.

The current year’s budget is expected to show a deficit of another $500 billion dollars. They say it is because of the economic cycle, even though the recession technically occurred in 2001.

So, today we will hear about some grand visionary plan to create government jobs, keep winning the Cold War, and produce a consciousness-altering experience for the whole nation.

I have a better idea. The Bush administration can buy everyone in America a dose of LSD and we’ll all pick a day to do it together. That would truly be historical and unifying, and the President would have codified his transition to that which real conservatives hate most; a big budget, big government, crazy hippie liberal.

Sanjai Tripathi is a columnist for The Daily Barometer. The opinions expressed in his columns, which appear every Wednesday, do not necessarily represent those of The Barometer staff. Tripathi can be reached at sanjaitripathi@netscape.net

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dream-tease

I hate how your mind is capable of causing something you want so badly in real life to happen in your dreams… and then it has the gall to wake you up. It’s proof that there is nothing intelligent behind the language of dreams. There is no spirit guide, guardian angel, pool of psychic information… it’s just your brain wandering.

And the thing you want most is often the thing it creates, because there it has the freedom, if not the mercy, of a god.

This morning I overslept, and I’m missing Japanese. Luckily I don’t work til this afternoon, so I won’t miss much else. But still.

Godamn dreams.

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black black heart.

I forgot to mention that I had scary nightmares last night. They were cool in that they were all complete little stories. But they were dangerous and frightening, all centered around this theme of “losing control” I think. One was about riding in a canoe with lots of trusted friends, meeting some other canoe… when a big wave came and swept us all under water. I was ok, because I somehow knew how to breathe, but all my friends died.

Another dream was about me being part of a crew on a space-ship. we were going to help some allies in a big inter-species battle when our ship got ambushed and we got transported to this kind of science lab for giant giant aliens and became subjects of their study of human behavior. bizzare and frightening. Paradoxical. The aliens let me check my email, and let us have complete freedom except for our ability to leave. They wanted to see us in our “natural state” or something, although they fed us nothing but rabbit pellets and forced us all to have these fake occupations….

anyway. Bizzare scary dreams. I’m so depressed. I hate these feelings.

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