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this world falls on me / hopes of immortality
Have given up on International Relations on grounds am congenitally incapable of knowing stuff. Paper rubric is all about examples and details and Knowledge of Stuff Wot Happened Since 1990, er, no. My conception of history is currently "end of Cold War! First Gulf War! Bad Stuff In Yugoslavia! Even Worse Stuff In Kosovo! Millennium Bug Fails To End Everyone! September 11th 2001! Iraq!"
(Somehow am doubtful will be awarded any marks for knowing bad things happened on September 11th 2001. Yeah, er, I read newspapers. I do, and everything. Why do I know nothing that's happened, ever?)
History of Philosophy. Know nothing about Leibniz, Spinoza, Kant. Not so bad, as have not studied any of them. Know nothing about Descartes, Locke, Berkeley and Hume. This possibly bad? Not sure how one contests "bad" in empiricist perspective other than "oh god oh god we're all going to die", and this unimpressive for empiricists, because, er, we are all going to die.
(Still vague on the difference between porphyry and porphyria. Memory of being shouted at for same still disturbingly clear. Discovered recently am not the only person who thinks my logic tutor is actually Severus Snape. Very comforting thought.)
Cold War. Er. It happened? Possibly ended? Nobody got nuked, Khruschev and Mao spent time in swimming pools, history is written by the victors, we are all still here, the end.
Aesthetics. Plato threw the poets out of the Republic. Keep meeting random PPEists who tell me I need to let go of my random neuroses, omg, I need to have beliefs about art, omg, it's about intuition and functionalism and aesthetic satisfaction. For the last time: PHILOSOPHY IS NOT LITERARY CRITICISM. YOU ARE ALL WRONG AND I AM NOT BEING IN THE SLIGHTEST BIT IRRATIONAL.
(srsly. Aesthetic satisfaction? Y halo thar infinite reductionist regress oh ye gods I hate everything.)
Mind. Forgit what did. (Consciousness quite handy. Don't know what I did with mine.)
Politics of South Asia. Pakistan Not Very Nice. India slightly better. hum bharat ki nari hain, phool nahin chingari hain, etc., etc.
Political Theory. Egaliatarianism poss. good and poss. bad. Why would we blind sighted people? Know nothing about feminism or liberalism or rights. Nozick = wankerish bastard. Poss. also should have gone to G. A. Cohen's valedictory lecture on "Wild Political Philosophers I Have Known".
Ethics. Am not a good person. Er.
In conclusion: with one week to go, I don't know any stuff. Possibly could redress this, but cannot do work. How are people revising, I ask as a genuine enquiry? I am walking around my room eating ginger cake and bouncing off the walls like a five-year-old with ADD. Even with people here to shout at me I get distracted by dust motes.
...yeah. other people go, "ooh, shiny!" I go, "ooh, matte!"
Also persistent feeling that have done no work. Like, ever. Because I can't remember doing any. I mean, haven't done any today, and have sat at my desk a lot recently, but, yeah, work? Not so much.
Every time the Indigo Girls' World Falls comes up on shuffle, I misread it as "World Fails".
...yeah.
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slasheuse and I are moving to the Dominican Republic and running a cocktail bar. On the beach. With maraschino cherries and sangria. Yesyes.
(Somehow am doubtful will be awarded any marks for knowing bad things happened on September 11th 2001. Yeah, er, I read newspapers. I do, and everything. Why do I know nothing that's happened, ever?)
History of Philosophy. Know nothing about Leibniz, Spinoza, Kant. Not so bad, as have not studied any of them. Know nothing about Descartes, Locke, Berkeley and Hume. This possibly bad? Not sure how one contests "bad" in empiricist perspective other than "oh god oh god we're all going to die", and this unimpressive for empiricists, because, er, we are all going to die.
(Still vague on the difference between porphyry and porphyria. Memory of being shouted at for same still disturbingly clear. Discovered recently am not the only person who thinks my logic tutor is actually Severus Snape. Very comforting thought.)
Cold War. Er. It happened? Possibly ended? Nobody got nuked, Khruschev and Mao spent time in swimming pools, history is written by the victors, we are all still here, the end.
Aesthetics. Plato threw the poets out of the Republic. Keep meeting random PPEists who tell me I need to let go of my random neuroses, omg, I need to have beliefs about art, omg, it's about intuition and functionalism and aesthetic satisfaction. For the last time: PHILOSOPHY IS NOT LITERARY CRITICISM. YOU ARE ALL WRONG AND I AM NOT BEING IN THE SLIGHTEST BIT IRRATIONAL.
(srsly. Aesthetic satisfaction? Y halo thar infinite reductionist regress oh ye gods I hate everything.)
Mind. Forgit what did. (Consciousness quite handy. Don't know what I did with mine.)
Politics of South Asia. Pakistan Not Very Nice. India slightly better. hum bharat ki nari hain, phool nahin chingari hain, etc., etc.
Political Theory. Egaliatarianism poss. good and poss. bad. Why would we blind sighted people? Know nothing about feminism or liberalism or rights. Nozick = wankerish bastard. Poss. also should have gone to G. A. Cohen's valedictory lecture on "Wild Political Philosophers I Have Known".
Ethics. Am not a good person. Er.
In conclusion: with one week to go, I don't know any stuff. Possibly could redress this, but cannot do work. How are people revising, I ask as a genuine enquiry? I am walking around my room eating ginger cake and bouncing off the walls like a five-year-old with ADD. Even with people here to shout at me I get distracted by dust motes.
...yeah. other people go, "ooh, shiny!" I go, "ooh, matte!"
Also persistent feeling that have done no work. Like, ever. Because I can't remember doing any. I mean, haven't done any today, and have sat at my desk a lot recently, but, yeah, work? Not so much.
Every time the Indigo Girls' World Falls comes up on shuffle, I misread it as "World Fails".
...yeah.
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slasheuse and I are moving to the Dominican Republic and running a cocktail bar. On the beach. With maraschino cherries and sangria. Yesyes.
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Want to come over? Want me to come over?
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love you. <3
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Do you want to set up camp over here tonight, then? I'll only be out half an hour or so at six, and then back to Berkeley and Locke.
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Macroeconomics: But they don't fuck up as much as governments.
IR: And when governments get together, oh man.
Etc.
I could continue, but it might make me want to jump off something.
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Ethics: but don't press the button!
Political theory: oh, but if you're justified...
History of Philosophy: Justification! It's just a word! Words DON"T MEAN ANYTHING!
...ohgodhelpme.
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Lots and lots of luck, and I hope you have the mattest exams evah!
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♥ ♥ ♥
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Ping-Pong
Hope this helps!
Re: Ping-Pong
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I assume you took that from Dorry's journal, right?
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I would like to visit your cocktail bar.
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Pull up a chair and have a pina colada. *pets* In a glass the size of your head, with an umbrella big enough to cover, er, um. Connecticut. Really big.
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With lots of ice? AWESOME.
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LOTS OF ICE. yes.
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For starters, there is an essay in that rant about Why Aesthetic Satisfaction Is Bollocks In A Philosophical Model. About which you have strong feelings, and will therefore be able to write like an overcocky public school boy.
Don't tell me you know nothing about feminism. You've campaigned on reproductive rights, haven't you?
It's often helpful to write big, messy lists/mindmaps of everything you know on a topic. Don't let yourself stop until you've thought of five things. Then five things more. Then five more things. You'll be surprised at how much is stored up in your subconscious brain waiting for you to force yourself to write it down. Remember, it's not just about making stuff go in, it's about making stuff come out.
Big Dates and Facts like september 11th I suspect for you is like writing about Famous Books for literature students. You can do it, if you have a really really clever point to make. Spice it up with one or two facts that other people won't have thought of, and that's even better. You have facts, from your unique world view and perspective. (For starters, don't forget that anything learned through the medium of Everything I Know About The World I Learned It From Fandom is valid.)
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*pause*
*flails*
*clings to you forever*
You are great. Thank you. :)
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*pet*
*hold*
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Then it all went shit and instead we invented grunge to piss everyone else of as well...
You're right, the 90s were shit...
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Also vice versa. This is why I'm not in a PhD program.
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All are invited. It'll be great. We'll have BOOKS and TRAPEZE ARTISTS and COFFEE. And tea. WE CAN BE AFFILIATED TO YOUR COCKTAIL BAR!
(My exams start in six days and I just flung my Scottish history book on the floor. LALALA.)
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Scottish History encapsulated: "Dear god, did we fuck that one up." [Repeat until about 1600; then alternate with] "It's not our fault. A big boy did it and ran away!"
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*pets you, gingerly* You are great, y'know? Can possibly not say the same about Scottish history. But you are great.
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