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Name: Miranda
Gender: Female
Interests: homeopathy, circus arts, advanced mathematics, classical piano, philosophy, making stuff
Expertise: hula hooping
Occupation: study-er
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Member Since:
4/25/2007
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| I have become a very boring person, having learned that there are some things you do not talk about.
Not taboo in the sense of exciting and contraband conversation topics,
but taboo in the sense of in all probability intrinsically offensive
fronts on other peoples' conceptions. It's no longer interesting to me
to ask people "How are you?" and to demand real, in depth replies, or
to dig for personal philosophies of truth (how redundant!); what
interests me now is thinking about the possibility that there is no
self at all, but at the heart, not nothing, not empty space, and all
implications.
I want to ask people, "How is that like, for you? How do you fathom the absence of a narrative, and where exactly do you
keep your 'self'?" I think of Proust - "Friendship doesn't really
exist, don't you agree?" - and I think, "There must not be love, don't
you think so?"
"In a Kierkegaardian sense, I think we must all be devils."
But I don't say those things, because it would only hurt feelings and
without reading these things, and without knowing things already that I
can't explain, there isn't much more than ruffled feathers to be found
there. It is not nice, to tell people they have no selves, no matter
that you like them more for it anyway.
I'm very quiet now, and I think what people see must be very quiet too.
You would have to look very hard to catch pieces of what I care about,
when I forget to omit them in small talk.
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| Tinymixtapes.com is a pretty cool idea - submit ideas for mixtapes and they get made...by other people. Doesn't seem very active though. And mostly, I just want to make my own ideas for mix tapes.
Example? The skeptic philosopher's playlist:
1. Do Nothing - The Specials
2. I Wonder - The Willowz
3. I Don't Believe In The Sun - The Magnetic Fields
4. Undone (The Sweater Song) - Weezer
5. So Lonely - The Police
6. Why? - The Specials
7. Why Don't We Do It In The Road? - The Beatles
8. I Can't Be - The Ramones
9. I Can't Explain - The Who
10. I don't Even Know Myself - The Who
But then I wonder who would think that's funny.
I have a really cool one under my belt, but it's a secret for now. Maybe later. | | |
| There's a fine spring rain outside, the kind where you can still smell the it's-about-to-rain-smell in the air, even when your hair is already wet.
I've been eating navel oranges (that don't come all the way from china) and drinking tea, and everything is sort of blurry, like a memory that's not a dream.
The way I hold the flowers in my eyes, I'm walking so slow to catch you on your way out; the deep breaths, and the tiny compliments - now I know. I am in love with this moment in this place. | | |
| Dandelions: I wanted to wait to give you flowers until I could pick some that didn't matter...
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| We pollute the ocean most with words - how beautiful it is, what makes it beautiful, connotations, information, warnings, exaltations, - all of those unnecessary and heavy inklings smudge and befuddle the main thought.
Proust would say that we should not call the ocean beautiful, but create our own beautiful language to describe it that is so lovely on its own, that when fitted around the ocean, it can't be anything but.
Kierkegaard writes, "It is therefore certain and true that the person who first thought of defending Christianity in Christendom is de facto a Judas No. 2; he too betrays with a kiss, except his treason is that of stupidity. To defend something is always to discredit it."
I think of Wittgenstein - why should I talk about how the curve of the branches on the tree intensify the beauty of the waves they stand over when I can show you the ocean itself, which expresses all that it is by being?
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