Career Test Center
Personality type results
EI: 13 out of 17
Extrovert |-------------------------------------------------| Introvert
|
76%
SN: 8 out of 16
Sensation |-------------------------------------------------| iNtuition
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50%
TF: 9 out of 14
Thinking |-------------------------------------------------| Feeling
|
64%
JP: 2 out of 16
Judging |-------------------------------------------------| Perceiving
|
12%
"Because your answers in one or more categories were split 50/50,
your personality type, IXFJ, (an 'X' represents a split), is not perfectly defined."
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Where Truth Falls Short
"The truth can take a bite out of life, but it cannot taste it." - Nick Piombino
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Stigmata
Respect and awe for the natural world. We experience God in as many different ways as there are human beings. Most human beings want to live in relation to transcendence. Wonder. Awe. Excitement. Giving one intimations of something touching one deeply within, that lifts one up beyond oneself. Mythos and logos should not be mixed, for they are different things. And they’re not in competition. Reflect time, tree whispers. Philosophy is taming a unicorn. The happenstance of existence. He’s created one flame of original ecstasy in the spiritless waste around him. Passion, you see, can be destroyed by a doctor. Man is god in ruins. “To the man who is lost in love, ought will help him? An explanation?” - Wittgenstein.
Fernando Pessoa on Reason
"Reason is faith in what can be understood without faith, but it's still a faith." - Fernando Pessoa
'De-mystifying the Modern Magicians'
A beautiful collection of philosophers photographed up to Jan 2007 by Steve Pyke which a friend just told me about last night. I do think they (we?) are modern magicians. I do not think photographic portraiture, worth even it's thousand words, can de-mystify them though...or anything else for that matter.
'De-mystifying the Modern Magicians'
If anyone ever wants to buy me his book as a present, I wouldn't object...
'De-mystifying the Modern Magicians'
If anyone ever wants to buy me his book as a present, I wouldn't object...
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Connecting the Dots
"An account of the nature of knowledge can be, at most a description of human behavior" (Rorty, Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature, 182).
. . .
"For [Nietzsche], knowledge is...a series of linguistic signs that designate and describe the world in light of our evolving needs, interests and purposes" (Cornel West, "Nietzsche's Prefiguration of Postmodern American Philosophy", from The Cornel West Reader, 205).
. . .
"What use are descriptions that leave spirit and heart cold, lifeless descriptions of lifeless nature" (Novalis, Philosophical Writings, 165).
Knowledge is what we describe, a description of human behavior; describe the world in light of our needs; spiritually empty descriptions leave us lifeless; our need is for meaning. The best philosophers and scientists will allow us to meet such needs...
. . .
"For [Nietzsche], knowledge is...a series of linguistic signs that designate and describe the world in light of our evolving needs, interests and purposes" (Cornel West, "Nietzsche's Prefiguration of Postmodern American Philosophy", from The Cornel West Reader, 205).
. . .
"What use are descriptions that leave spirit and heart cold, lifeless descriptions of lifeless nature" (Novalis, Philosophical Writings, 165).
Knowledge is what we describe, a description of human behavior; describe the world in light of our needs; spiritually empty descriptions leave us lifeless; our need is for meaning. The best philosophers and scientists will allow us to meet such needs...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Mephistopheles's Words of Wisdom
MEPHISTOPHELES to STUDENT: "Your next priority should be
Metaphysical philosophy!
That will teach your shallow human brain
Profound thoughts which it can't contain,
And for everything no one can understand
High-sounding words will be ready to hand."
- from Goethe's Faust
Metaphysical philosophy!
That will teach your shallow human brain
Profound thoughts which it can't contain,
And for everything no one can understand
High-sounding words will be ready to hand."
- from Goethe's Faust
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Secret Admirer
I sent old shibboleths tumbling off my hips
Kept turning clocks til I see God.
Others all ridden with concerns
About the sensory uptake of furniture, books, and dust
Not to be distracted, even when sirens wail outside
The window of the ivory tower,
To the rescue of one less alive to them
Than a propositional structure.
But you turn, you look, you listen.
The sounds the human spirit makes impress upon you
And the grace with which you carry your arms
Knowing there is more to being
Than the mind that needs delighting.
And you have imagination enough to know
This makes me guilty of bright eyes for you.
3.6.2010
Kept turning clocks til I see God.
Others all ridden with concerns
About the sensory uptake of furniture, books, and dust
Not to be distracted, even when sirens wail outside
The window of the ivory tower,
To the rescue of one less alive to them
Than a propositional structure.
But you turn, you look, you listen.
The sounds the human spirit makes impress upon you
And the grace with which you carry your arms
Knowing there is more to being
Than the mind that needs delighting.
And you have imagination enough to know
This makes me guilty of bright eyes for you.
3.6.2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Jean-Paul Sartre's Cooking Diary
probably only super nerds will find this funny
October 3 -- Spoke with Camus today about my cookbook. Though he has never actually eaten, he gave me much encouragement. I rushed home immediately to begin work. How excited I am! I have begun my formula for a Denver omelet.
October 4 -- Still working on the omelet. There have been stumbling blocks. I keep creating omelets one after another, like soldiers marching into the sea, but each one seems empty, hollow, like stone. I want to create an omelet that expresses the meaninglessness of existence, and instead they taste like cheese. I look at them on the plate, but they do not look back. Tried eating them with the lights off. It did not help. Malraux suggested paprika.
October 6 -- I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am encouraged, but my journey is still long.
October 10 -- I find myself trying ever more radical interpretations of traditional dishes, in an effort to somehow express the void I feel so acutely. Today I tried this recipe:
Tuna Casserole
Ingredients: 1 large casserole dish
Instructions: Place the casserole dish in a cold oven. Place a chair facing the oven and sit in it forever. Think about how hungry you are. When night falls, do not turn on the light.
While a void is expressed in this recipe, I am struck by its inapplicability to the bourgeois lifestyle. How can the eater recognize that the food denied him is a tuna casserole and not some other dish? I am becoming more and more frustrated.
October 25 -- I have been forced to abandon the project of producing an entire cookbook. Rather, I now seek a single recipe which will, by itself, embody the plight of man in a world ruled by an unfeeling God, as well as providing the eater with at least one ingredient from each of the four basic food groups. To this end, I purchased six hundred pounds of foodstuffs from the corner grocery and locked myself in the kitchen, refusing to admit anyone. After several weeks of work, I produced a recipe calling for two eggs, half a cup of flour, four tons of beef, and a leek. While this is a start, I am afraid I still have much work ahead.
November 15 -- Today I made a Black Forest gateau out of five pounds of cherries and a live beaver, challenging the very definition of the word gateau. I was very pleased. Malraux said he admired it greatly, but would not stay for dessert. Still, I feel that this may be my most profound achievement yet, and have resolved to enter it in the Betty Crocker Bake-Off.
November 30 -- Today was the day of the Bake-Off. Alas, things did not go as I had hoped. During the judging, the beaver became agitated and bit Betty Crocker's wrist. The beaver's powerful jaws are capable of felling blue spruce in less than ten minutes and proved, needless to say, more than a match for the tender limbs of America's favorite homemaker. I only got third place. Moreover, I am now the subject of a rather nasty lawsuit.
December 1 -- I have been gaining twenty-five pounds a week for two months, and I am now experiencing light tides. It is stupid to be so fat. My pain and ultimate solitude are still as authentic as they were when I was thin, but seem to impress girls far less. From now on, I will live on cigarettes and black coffee.
(source: http://meyerweb.com/other/humor/sartre.html)
October 3 -- Spoke with Camus today about my cookbook. Though he has never actually eaten, he gave me much encouragement. I rushed home immediately to begin work. How excited I am! I have begun my formula for a Denver omelet.
October 4 -- Still working on the omelet. There have been stumbling blocks. I keep creating omelets one after another, like soldiers marching into the sea, but each one seems empty, hollow, like stone. I want to create an omelet that expresses the meaninglessness of existence, and instead they taste like cheese. I look at them on the plate, but they do not look back. Tried eating them with the lights off. It did not help. Malraux suggested paprika.
October 6 -- I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am encouraged, but my journey is still long.
October 10 -- I find myself trying ever more radical interpretations of traditional dishes, in an effort to somehow express the void I feel so acutely. Today I tried this recipe:
Tuna Casserole
Ingredients: 1 large casserole dish
Instructions: Place the casserole dish in a cold oven. Place a chair facing the oven and sit in it forever. Think about how hungry you are. When night falls, do not turn on the light.
While a void is expressed in this recipe, I am struck by its inapplicability to the bourgeois lifestyle. How can the eater recognize that the food denied him is a tuna casserole and not some other dish? I am becoming more and more frustrated.
October 25 -- I have been forced to abandon the project of producing an entire cookbook. Rather, I now seek a single recipe which will, by itself, embody the plight of man in a world ruled by an unfeeling God, as well as providing the eater with at least one ingredient from each of the four basic food groups. To this end, I purchased six hundred pounds of foodstuffs from the corner grocery and locked myself in the kitchen, refusing to admit anyone. After several weeks of work, I produced a recipe calling for two eggs, half a cup of flour, four tons of beef, and a leek. While this is a start, I am afraid I still have much work ahead.
November 15 -- Today I made a Black Forest gateau out of five pounds of cherries and a live beaver, challenging the very definition of the word gateau. I was very pleased. Malraux said he admired it greatly, but would not stay for dessert. Still, I feel that this may be my most profound achievement yet, and have resolved to enter it in the Betty Crocker Bake-Off.
November 30 -- Today was the day of the Bake-Off. Alas, things did not go as I had hoped. During the judging, the beaver became agitated and bit Betty Crocker's wrist. The beaver's powerful jaws are capable of felling blue spruce in less than ten minutes and proved, needless to say, more than a match for the tender limbs of America's favorite homemaker. I only got third place. Moreover, I am now the subject of a rather nasty lawsuit.
December 1 -- I have been gaining twenty-five pounds a week for two months, and I am now experiencing light tides. It is stupid to be so fat. My pain and ultimate solitude are still as authentic as they were when I was thin, but seem to impress girls far less. From now on, I will live on cigarettes and black coffee.
(source: http://meyerweb.com/other/humor/sartre.html)
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