Tag: writing
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What I Read
I’ve spent Christmas and the New Years up at the acreage; my bees are happily buzzing around when it’s warm, and hiding when it isn’t. This is their nature. Mine is apparently to hide away in a cabin, emerging to walk my dogs, write occasionally, read a lot, and just kind of luxuriate in having…
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A Year With my Nose in Books
It has been one of those years that feels long in retrospect, but I am also wondering exactly how I got to December. It’s still fairly early in the month, and I’ll likely finish the books I am reading at present, and start another one or two before the year is out, but I’m comfortable…
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A Prep Cook finishes Reading Wittgenstein
So I just finished my final essay for my Wittgenstein class. I think it’s a good essay, and I’ll publish it here after I submit it for a grade. But at the end of the class (well, I still have a final to take, but the writing part is over). I’m a little restless. Reading…
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A Prep Cook reads Wittgenstein
Someone I know said that they get “90% of the philosophy I read” from this blog which leads me to two thoughts : 1) How oddly specific, and 2) how oddly depressing. I’m an undergrad, and a prep cook in the philosophical world, watching people with bigger brains stroll by all the time, apparently effortlessly…
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A Pretentious Title About Philosophy
I walk the dog every morning. Most mornings, we walk up the French Quarter and out to the Mississippi River, and walk along it a little way. In the winter months, this is close to sunrise. I usually stop, take a picture of the dog with the sunrise in the background, and post the photo…
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I am Not a Writer/”Bottom’s Dream”
I’ve been watching this video sort of obsessively. In it, Dan Olson, who’s a career YouTuber, draws comparisons between himself and another creator, James Rolfe, aka. “The Angry Video Game Nerd.” It’s a fascinating piece of work, even if you don’t care much about Rolfe’s work. Part callout, part artist statement, part commentary on avant…
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The Death of ‘Sironia, Texas’ and notes about this year’s reading.
So, “Sironia, Texas” didn’t happen. I got through 100 pages or so, and it wasn’t all that good. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, at least from a blogging perspective. We could deconstruct the text, see what’s working, what isn’t, and why; analyzing what’s bad can sometimes illuminate what’s good. But “Sironia, Texas” also indulges…