Friday, 31 May 2002

5.31.02 EXT. NORTH QUAD 8:50am DAY

if i were to go to a sanitarium and commit myself into their care for no reason except that i ‘felt like it’ would they take me? the only abnormality i would have would be my desire to commit myself to a sanitarium. i’m not crazy. but then again what sane person puts themselves in a sanitarium for no reason? if i think i am mad, am i mad? does it work as a self-​fulfilling prophecy, a reverse catch-​22? sort of like sam fuller’s flik Shock Corridor, where this grahzny reporter type veck (oops that was yesterday) sneaks into an asylum to find a murderer and ends up one wave short of a shipwreck (name that song folks…) himself.

A Clockwork Orange

Thursday, 30 May 2002


it took awhile to get used to the malenky slovos in A Clockwork Orange but once i got it through my gulliver to understand what it meant to go out with your droogies and use your rooker in order to tolchock some grahzny veck and smeck about while the red red krovvy flows due to a few knocks on the litso (i’m describing ultra-​violence), going and finding some devotchka with real horrowshow groodies and razrezz her platties and get a little bit of the old in-​out in-​out, and grab some pretty polly (or cutter, o my brothers) to put in the carmans of my platties, it filled my mozg with visions of Bog and All the Heavenly Saints with fascination. i viddied very horrorshow the type of vesch that Burgess was going for.

A Clockwork Orange functions on multiple levels of meaning and seemed to me to fluctuate back and forth over normal prosaic forms and radical experimental structures. there are echoes of Orwell’s 1984 and a bit of the coming of age of A Separate Peace. but on the whole it seems that Burgess creates a provocative look at the effects of a future in which a society has the power to ‘medically’ force conformity on a person. this results in a total inability of the brainwashed individual to function. (i believe the underlying position of this is that life = violence and struggle = natural competition). so when someone is physically unable to compete, they are destroyed. read it my malenky little droogs and ptitsas.


Wednesday, 29 May 2002


more goofing around on my blog. i might download this program called moveable type. it is free and supposedly will make my page a little more organized. i also did a little research into my spirit guide, but there is very little on the net about jakalopes. although i did find a coupla pictures.

man, humans are strange.

what is your favorite mythical beast?

Two Girls

Tuesday, 28 May 2002

5.28.02 EXT. NORTH QUAD 4 – 6pm yesterDAY

yesterday was surprisingly enjoyable. i went and lay out in the sun for a couple of hours and when i woke up there was a pretty girl laying about ten feet away from me. SHE struck up a conversation with ME! then later on i was playing frisbee golf with seth and ANOTHER pretty girl asked to join in. what happens here during the summer? anyway frisbee golf was really fun.


after surfing the net for 3 hours i decided to continue reading A Clockwork Orange which is a pretty black comedy once you get used to the slang. The Book of Five Rings was interesting and needs continuing reflection and practice, until i will understand it.

i’m tired of writing about the miniscule details of my life and would much rather discuss deep philosophical things, but right now it is pouring down rain and the sun is shining at the same time. why ponder the mysteries of life when you can just watch it flow before you. i love rain.

How to Kill a Crayon

Monday, 27 May 2002


i woke up last night hanging halfway out of my bed (headfirst) with my eyes stuck together with gunk and my tongue fused to the roof of my mouth since all moisture in my mouth had evaporated. i had been having a normal dream in which i was reading a pamphlet entitled “How to Kill a Crayon,” complete with diagrams and pictures showing the end result of the “terminated wax module.” (even in my dreams the personal nature of death is obscured by bureaucratic jargon). anyway, i walked down the hall and drank about a half gallon of water then returned to my nest to complete my night’s rest. i think my dream is related to my current reading, which is all about how to live your life and kill people with a katana (i think i want to be a wandering samurai or ronin). not because i want to kill people (or crayons) but because i think it is sexy (like pretending to be the Terminator is sexy). (i like parentheses).

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Sunday, 26 May 2002

5.26.02 EXT. MOD QUAD. 6:03pm DAY

i think the extreme conservatism here at Notre Dame has made more of a liberal out of me. the hypocrisy, bureaucracy, and oppressive nature of ‘tradition’ that i am constantly faced with has slowly forced me from my rather apolitical fencesitting into a slightly more radical stance where i welcome effective change and rebellion against blind, stagnant, patronizing authority. perhaps i am wrong and my liberal arts (even though it isn’t called that here) education has changed me…

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance was a good read. i wasn’t expecting to be confronted with the extensive philosophical discussion that it contains, but it was much easier to understand than say, Descartes “Discourse on Method.” The storyline is very good and i could have used more of it, but i understand that it merely functions as a frame to contain and direct the inquiry into values. i would definitely recommend that you read it, but be prepared to have your ways of thought challenged on a fundamental level.

there is a new link in ‘people’ to some ratbastard and another one in the ‘other’ section to all my poetry (which sucks and you’ve already read before).

Applied Philosophy

Saturday, 25 May 2002


i know why i like anthropology so much. i think i have finally understood the holism of anthropology. anthropology is applied philosophy. i’ve read so many things that describe types of behavior and discussions of what defines reality, etc that seem totally unaware that anthropologists deal with these concepts as a matter of course, not only metaphysical, but documented and observed in a variety of cultures. i was discussing with Hani the other day about conceptions of reality and this man named Rorty says everyone has their own reality, something similar is posited in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. i heard/​read these things and thought…of course! the reality i know is structured from the society and mythos i am surrounded by. my relationship as subject to object, “Quality” in the book, is determined by the associations learned and experienced by existence. those who are termed ‘insane’ are those whose learning and experience have formed analogues that are significantly different from the societal norm. their reality is not invalid…just different. the conflict arises because the realities cannot coexist and remain in harmony.

after that digression i will attempt to be succinct.

i think whenever a new philosophical argument arises, the person who comes up with it should head to their local anthropologist to find out if there is documentation of the belief system in the really real world.

chances are there is.

the more i shuffle my anthropological knowledge and supplement it with other forms, the more i understand what the hell humans are.