zondag 5 april 2015
zaterdag 4 april 2015
dinsdag 6 januari 2015
A Literary Contribution
Review:
Escape from Spiderhead by George Saunders
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I don't normally read fiction. But when I do it includes lines like:"Back in my Domain, I constructed a who-had-fucked-whom chart, which went like this:"
That's some Unbearable Lightness of Being shit; up in da House, y'all."
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But how meaningless is opinion or a second hand source? Here it is. A small taste of the delight that exists in torment.
Taken without permission:
Part 1: “Drip on?” Abnesti said over the P.A.
“What’s in it?” I said.
“Hilarious,” he said.
“Acknowledge,” I said.
Abnesti used his remote. My MobiPak™ whirred. Soon the Interior Garden looked really nice. Everything seemed super-clear.
I said out loud, as I was supposed to, what I was feeling.
“Garden looks nice,” I said. “Super-clear.”
Abnesti said, “Jeff, how about we pep up those language centers?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Drip on?” he said.
“Acknowledge,” I said.
He added some Verbaluce™ to the drip, and soon I was feeling the same things but saying them better. The garden still looked nice. It was like the bushes were so tight-seeming and the sun made everything stand out? It was like any moment you expected some Victorians to wander in with their cups of tea. It was as if the garden had become a sort of embodiment of the domestic dreams forever intrinsic to human consciousness. It was as if I could suddenly discern, in this contemporary vignette, the ancient corollary through which Plato and some of his contemporaries might have strolled; to wit, I was sensing the eternal in the ephemeral.
I sat, pleasantly engaged in these thoughts, until the Verbaluce™ began to wane. At which point the garden just looked nice again. It was something about the bushes and whatnot? It made you just want to lay out there and catch rays and think your happy thoughts. If you get what I mean.
Then whatever else was in the drip wore off, and I didn’t feel much about the garden one way or the other. My mouth was dry, though, and my gut had that post-Verbaluce™ feel to it.
“What’s going to be cool about that one?” Abnesti said. “Is, say a guy has to stay up late guarding a perimeter. Or is at school waiting for his kid and gets bored. But there’s some nature nearby? Or say a park ranger has to work a double shift?”
“That will be cool,” I said.
“That’s ED763,” he said. “We’re thinking of calling it NatuGlide. Or maybe ErthAdmire.”
“Those are both good,” I said.
“Thanks for your help, Jeff,” he said.
Which was what he always said.
“Only a million years to go,” I said. Which was what I always said. Then he said, “Exit the Interior Garden now, Jeff, head over to Small Workroom 2.”
Click here for part two.
Escape from Spiderhead by George Saunders
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I don't normally read fiction. But when I do it includes lines like:"Back in my Domain, I constructed a who-had-fucked-whom chart, which went like this:"
That's some Unbearable Lightness of Being shit; up in da House, y'all."
View all my books
But how meaningless is opinion or a second hand source? Here it is. A small taste of the delight that exists in torment.
Taken without permission:
Part 1: “Drip on?” Abnesti said over the P.A.
“What’s in it?” I said.
“Hilarious,” he said.
“Acknowledge,” I said.
Abnesti used his remote. My MobiPak™ whirred. Soon the Interior Garden looked really nice. Everything seemed super-clear.
I said out loud, as I was supposed to, what I was feeling.
“Garden looks nice,” I said. “Super-clear.”
Abnesti said, “Jeff, how about we pep up those language centers?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Drip on?” he said.
“Acknowledge,” I said.
He added some Verbaluce™ to the drip, and soon I was feeling the same things but saying them better. The garden still looked nice. It was like the bushes were so tight-seeming and the sun made everything stand out? It was like any moment you expected some Victorians to wander in with their cups of tea. It was as if the garden had become a sort of embodiment of the domestic dreams forever intrinsic to human consciousness. It was as if I could suddenly discern, in this contemporary vignette, the ancient corollary through which Plato and some of his contemporaries might have strolled; to wit, I was sensing the eternal in the ephemeral.
I sat, pleasantly engaged in these thoughts, until the Verbaluce™ began to wane. At which point the garden just looked nice again. It was something about the bushes and whatnot? It made you just want to lay out there and catch rays and think your happy thoughts. If you get what I mean.
Then whatever else was in the drip wore off, and I didn’t feel much about the garden one way or the other. My mouth was dry, though, and my gut had that post-Verbaluce™ feel to it.
“What’s going to be cool about that one?” Abnesti said. “Is, say a guy has to stay up late guarding a perimeter. Or is at school waiting for his kid and gets bored. But there’s some nature nearby? Or say a park ranger has to work a double shift?”
“That will be cool,” I said.
“That’s ED763,” he said. “We’re thinking of calling it NatuGlide. Or maybe ErthAdmire.”
“Those are both good,” I said.
“Thanks for your help, Jeff,” he said.
Which was what he always said.
“Only a million years to go,” I said. Which was what I always said. Then he said, “Exit the Interior Garden now, Jeff, head over to Small Workroom 2.”
Click here for part two.
zondag 4 januari 2015
zaterdag 27 december 2014
De Gentse Traditie en de Revolutionaire hervormers
Filosofische en andere gedachten bij het dagelijks lezen van De Druivelaar. Filosofie voor het volk, door een herboren wijsgeer. Hij leert zijn volk lezen en las zelf onder meer de antieken. Het gaat over niemand minder dan Fons De Wulf.
Mieralunar is terug te vinden op
Heb moed en durf.
Courage; the english mirror. For all the people of the Anglo-Saxon Empire.
Deze Aikidoka is vertrouwd met de Antieken van het Westen en de Beleving van het Oosten.
In Vino Veritas: Erit vir Bonus door Alex Klijn.
Kristof Perreman Academie
Wouter Helsen heeft ook ooit een Scriptie geschreven.
Mieralunar is terug te vinden op
Heb moed en durf.
Courage; the english mirror. For all the people of the Anglo-Saxon Empire.
Deze Aikidoka is vertrouwd met de Antieken van het Westen en de Beleving van het Oosten.
In Vino Veritas: Erit vir Bonus door Alex Klijn.
Kristof Perreman Academie
Wouter Helsen heeft ook ooit een Scriptie geschreven.
vrijdag 26 december 2014
Filosofie in papervorm
Deze inzendingen zijn mogelijk gemaakt dankzij een oproep op KMF - Kring Moraal en Filosofie op facebook.
Bij deze, een bijdrage van Jeroen Haelterman.
De redactie nam vrijheid met het herbenoemen van de stukken
Bij deze, een bijdrage van Jeroen Haelterman.
De redactie nam vrijheid met het herbenoemen van de stukken
Dries De Decker maakt de volgende kritische bedenking bij zijn inzending:
"E-language - Chomsky en Bio-Ethiek waarschijnlijk niet interessant: omdat iedereen voor die vakken gelijkaardige papers schrijft.
'Why should I be moral' is nogal droog maar denk ik wel leuk om te vergelijken met de andere 'why should I be moral' papers.
'Fuck For Forest' en 'Antropocentrisme en diepe ecologie' zijn eerder korte beschouwingen, niet echt diepgaand in argumentatie.
Al mijn punten lagen denk ik tussen 11 en 14 dus ze zijn niet het beste voorbeeld voor nieuwe studentjes ."
"E-language - Chomsky en Bio-Ethiek waarschijnlijk niet interessant: omdat iedereen voor die vakken gelijkaardige papers schrijft.
'Why should I be moral' is nogal droog maar denk ik wel leuk om te vergelijken met de andere 'why should I be moral' papers.
'Fuck For Forest' en 'Antropocentrisme en diepe ecologie' zijn eerder korte beschouwingen, niet echt diepgaand in argumentatie.
Al mijn punten lagen denk ik tussen 11 en 14 dus ze zijn niet het beste voorbeeld voor nieuwe studentjes ."
woensdag 24 december 2014
Wat is Verlichting?
Om wat licht te werpen op de zaak, de eerste paper die Fons Dewulf ooit moeten schrijven heeft:
Was ist Aufklärung?
De normatief verplichte tweede paper: Why Should I Be Moral?
Door Fons Dewulf, 2010
Was ist Aufklärung?
De normatief verplichte tweede paper: Why Should I Be Moral?
Door Fons Dewulf, 2010
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