Philosophizing via lecture listening has done in my brain to the point of PURE DEATH of thought. I do not think, therefore I am not, except that Descartes been critiqued up and down the walls in this class/lecture because the REAL basis for existence is non-existence. And app. Heidegger calls existence "dasein," which is all Germanicly pretty and sounds like "Design". My brain hurts.
Went to Japanese tonight as well, and I got good remarks from 先生 for my 翻訳 of Joni Mitchell's "Both Sides Now." But I only wrote about the 雲 part so far, continuing with 愛 and 生 next week. In スペイン後の授業 the teacher keeps talking about how 良いwriting in Spanish and 英語 in one book is, but I think that 誰も分かりません。
Well, not nobody, but few people can understand if an author uses extensive Spanish and English both in the same work. But apparently that kind of thinking is racist. Therefore, I'm throwing in Japanese for my papers and to hell with her if she can't 分かる。
Oh, speaking of rants (that Japanese was a mini-rant), DK1 on YouTube wrote on his blog about this blog, which I'm going to include in its entirely, though he didn't, because it was amazingly interesting. The gal who wrote it is 23 and a PI intern (how interesting is that!) From SciFiForums.Com:
Dear Fuck-ville USA,
Where: 23rd and Charles street on the 800 block.
When: Friday at approx. 8:30 p.m.
Me: Blond girl in leather jacket and boots and blue shirt
To the stupid guy I was performing surveillance on. Will you just take a drink…just ONE drink…just one beer for fucks sake and let me take a picture of it so I no longer have to sit in the back of a smelly van spying on your pathetic ass with my partner’s super-cool spy cam and bogus binoculars.
To the creepy man in the white Dodge Intrepid who solicited sexual favors from me as I stood on the corner, taking a smoke break…I am NOT a HOOKER and you’re blowing my cover! Stop leering at me. It doesn’t matter how long you sit in your car with the motor running, you will not get so much as the finger from me (though it was tempting, believe me).
To the gangbanger who cut in front of me when I was in line at the Ghetto-Mart, take that stupid bandanna off, you look like an idiot, and your scrawny butt is not any tougher because you’re wearing all black. I hate you.
To the Rasta dude who almost hawked up a giant loogie on me. Die.
To the pimp in the crap-ass caprice with the uber-special shiny hubcaps: Yes, I am out here all by myself tonight. No I don’t want a ride. No, I’m good thanks. Really. Oh, I’m a whore? Stop calling me a whore! You fat, ugly, motherfucker. I hope your ‘whip’ takes a nosedive into a ditch some where. Yeah, I’m talking to you. Dumb ass.
To the evil little man behind the counter at the Ghetto-mart, you I hate the most. Why? Because I walked my ass two blocks in the dark through fuck-ville USA to buy some stupid chips from your store in hopes that you might let me use your bathroom. After being subsequently leered at, harassed, called a variety of super-cool names, and almost been spit on, all I really wanted to do was pee. But did you help me? No. You evil little man. You would not let me use your bathroom. I offered you TWENTY dollars! Twenty. Fucking. Dollars. But oh no. No can do. Can’t let the harmless little blond girl use your bathroom. The only bathroom within walking distance is off limits. Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be? This is fuck-ville USA.
Lastly, to the little old lady whose driveway I peed on while hiding behind your car…I’m really, REALLY sorry. It couldn’t be helped. I had to go. And you also didn’t have any motion sensor lights on your house. Bad idea, by the way, because in fuck-ville this makes you a living target. Especially for people like me. Again, sorry.
To the guy I kicked in the ribs and face last night. I’m pretty sure I broke your nose with my heel. Hope you liked it. If you ever touch my boyfriend again I will KILL you.
To the guy who back-handed me. Die. You busted my lip, you asshole.
To cop who didn’t arrest us, THANK YOU. (They really did jump us, by the way).
Anyway, I thought that that was really interesting and perhaps emphasized the comparatively boringness of my life. Oh, but she did say "Emerald City" so maybe I just need to head to the shadier parts of town and spy on people....
R: Their Dogs Came With Them by somebody or other that I'll look up later.