"I tied my beliefs about religion and the meaning of life onto the end of Zeno’s arrow and fired it nowhere."
I was rereading some old files on my computer and I found my philosophy final; the prompt of which was, “describe your philosophical worldview.”
I’m actually really proud of this essay, &so I’m posting it here….alright?
La vida ahora mismo
Facebook and twitter are too public and attention-seeky. Journals are too private. Los únicos personas que ven este blog son o mis amigos cercanos o los que yo no conozco. So here’s an update.
in our classical, four-dimensional universe, we are free to move about the three spatial dimensions; and time flows on Relatively constant. sometimes i like to try to think about what the world would be like if that were mixed up. what if objects were free to move about however they pleased in the xy-plane and through time, but the z axis moved at a constant rate.
i can’t even begin to conceptualize what that would look like. i just think it’d be pretty neat.
My high school english teacher told me, “If ever you question your purpose I would hope that you might give writing a chance.” My writing professor held me after class to tell me that I should become a philosophy major. My philosophy professor held me after class to tell me that I should work at the writing center.
I’m in love with physics, but I’ll be damned if the universe isn’t trying to tell me something.
so my lung collapsed again and i had to have another chest tube put in to reinflate it. but on the bright side i can be pretty much as late as i want to my classes and tell them that i have a collapsed lung and theyre like oh no here take an extra day on your assignments.
i guess you could say im really milking my chest tube for all its worth. but then i look at the phrase milking my chest tube and that is absolutely disgusting.
Change of Plans
Instead of studying abroad this J-term (albeit in Holden Village, but still…), I will be staying at home and having a very painful lung surgery. The day after my last final. Five days before Christmas.
Those were the days….
My only solace for the god-awful busyness of this semester is knowing that in 10 years I will have romanticized it beyond all recognition.