At long last, have you no shame?
I have gained a bit of notoriety (ah, oh so little!) with my blog documenting how coffee can at once represent post-capitalist modes of production via the philosophical equivalent of Hegel's synthesis (the German is escaping me now) as well as the heights of Western civilization in its apotheosis-fragalistic artistic taste. I believe that this thesis deserves further development.
I am lacking in this: how does one find the group topics in Mindsay. I am at a loss.
Today sucked, until I got a scooter! Jess will be happy with this $20 purchase, since it is not a children's bike. I missed the bus at 8:57am because the bus driver was twenty seconds too fast. Official US Time is clearly available on the World Wide Web! And then, the kicker: in my first section of 101, after a light viewing of The Matrix, I attempted to take out the videocassette, only to find its tape caught in the VCR. Oh, physical reality! Why can I not live in the Ideal, Plato? Ironically, and those in the know should know this, Jess and I have a neighbor, along with Hans and Vilna (sorry--no umlauts available) who calls himself by the moniker "Plato." I am told by Jess's mother, Linda, that he is probably a professional veteran. He served in 'Nam.
I am doing better mentally than I was last week, which was the week of "oh my god I'm in graduate school and they're going to find me out and prove beyond a reasonable doubt that I don't belong here because I am not only not smart enough but also a svelt, cornfed Iowan who would be better off messing around with farm animals with my friend David," I had considered Nietzsche (as I often do) and his instruction to use "the thought of suicide" to get through many a long night. This, my friends, is a dead end. You know that it is better to be alive than dead, and when dead, one can no longer accomplish even the slightest of pleasures, such as buying a used scooter for $20 at PIAS (Play It Again Sports).
And now I need to get home to my puppy.