For those of you who didn't spend the day talking about Kiki Smith and Ideological State Apparatuses, you might find the next post, er, sad. Don't be alarmed! Writerly people eat sadness for breakfast! Also bagels.
We merely ask, rhetorically, whether such nonsense is of interest.
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Not if they live in San Francisco, they don't eat bagels for breakfast. :-P
of interest, in the sense of ...interesting
(oh, rhet. sorry)
nori, i think it bears mentioning that you count more as a code-rly person. and you do to eat bagels, though with weird goop that has no dairy in it.
fb, yes of interest. particularly, misrecognize my father's smell in Richard's Aesthetics class. misrecognized as in thought it was something else other than your father's smell, or recognized your father's smell when it was not in fact gary tallahassee? and, having found a profession, my life is no more plausible and i daily lie myself (a) solution(s). so, yeah.
are your parents really moving? to where?
Excellent writerly disclaimer, many times after a post, a few hours later, I too wish my readers knew something similar.
As far as Althusser, I wrote something tangentally related on my blog today, in that it all came originally from a post I was reading (you'll see it linked if you visit) about how those pinko marxist bastards were trying to take us, and anything good about Western Civilization, down by the use of various memes which served to confuse and ultimately stunt our will to combat them (I'm sure you want to read it now). I know the Marxists came up with a thing or two that is nice for the philosphy folks to chew on, but in the main those fools have a decidedly warped view of reality and I'm not sure why they are, to some in academia, still of interest...whether its art or philosophy or political economy, or all three, people would be better served studying some Maritain, Voegelin & Mises, says me :)
My parents are moving maybe 10 minutes away from their old house. While pleased to be gaining semiannual use of a pool, can never go home again.
Actually, what most freaks me out is the prospect of seeing the old house empty; anticipating painful flashbacks to being nine.
"Misrecognize" in a maybe psychoanalytic sense, where recognition is always misrecognition, because significance can be said always to be tied to some fundamentally arbitrary origin. Throughout the post, playing with the somewhat bitter recognition of the separation between the subjectively or psychologically meaningful and the objectively meaningful, the real.
"Decidedly warped" is a good way to characterize the descriptions of life in our society that tend to resonate with me, especially during Daylight Savings Time.
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