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7th-Feb-2010 02:32 pm(no subject)
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at mish's place now. it's been a long while. we are having fun and chilling and she bought a typewriter and i bought many needed things (no lie i needed 90$ worth of books and 80$ worth of clothes) and i walked 25 blocks the first night and 80 blocks the next day and i just helped mish haul her new-old typewriter back to her hole and we have been eating excellently and doing enough work to keep us afloat.

on our way down yesterday anne and i bought a durian i have pictures ha ha

24th-Jan-2010 11:31 am(no subject)
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a week feels like a month and a half

up and down and mainly up, and things have been good, i have barely done work this weekend (orals! it really isn't that much my fault) and today after lunch i will be working far away until nightfall. this week has been so eventful i don't know where to start and i don't think i will.

love you all.


ps i think that watching silly, funny, unmeaningful videos are not.. a bad thing. i don't know what to say that would be true regarding people calling entire categories of things wastes of time.. to get the issue out, we were watching charlie the unicorn, rejected cartoons, salad fingers, happy tree friends, yo gabba gabba. and the crux of the issue was that they thought that we were doing something mindless for the sake of entertainment (they say with such disdain) and on so many levels i am flummoxed.. firstly, it's funny. some of it is violent but it's all for the sake of humour, and people need to laugh more, at different things, and find genuine humour in different aspects of life? these things are funny (rejected cartoons is more interesting (mainly the ending) than funny) in a queer, special, different way. it's amazing how many totally different things can be funny. i haven't seen humour in eating before (yummy in my tummy - yo gabba gabba !!!) and now sometimes it'll be like: so yummy! so yummy yummy!! (oh god you guys have to watch this). and why does everything have to have a larger meaning? i don't even know how to get my words out. there was such disdain and such unfounded conceit, rejecting humour.. what is the purpose or meaning of humour? i don't think that there's an answer to that? i might think that humour/ laughter is good in itself. yatta made me so happy (srsly in a mind-bending silent cringing proud-standing! way). humour is very much a part of being human. what conceit!

this was also obviously not something that they appreciated. calling it mindless (and mindnumbing) because of that.. i'm not going to finish my sentence.

(that was one of my angrier moments this week. yay for keeping score!)

17th-Jan-2010 11:30 am - "i am like the stars"
degrees of freedom!
so i will call people when i am less busy or not, i guess, i will call! i'm just.. really busy but i will call (ha ha i'm right here). i spoke to my family for an hour this morning. i miss people. life here is very good. thank you for the songs (music!!), i will listen to it when i have a chance. i still think that there's far too many love songs! and it's so easy. but i will listen to the music before saying anything more. classes have been excellent people have been excellent i have been talking a lot to people and i have been talking (not always a lot) to people who matter to me. THE PERSON THAT LOOKS LIKE JEZ WAVED TO ME HAHAHA okay whatever i have been wanting to talk to him for ages now, and we happened to be at this really small extra-curricular johnniestuff thing and um. whatever. i'm being a dork. i just want to make conversation because he turns up at all the stuff that i turn up at! and it's not a lot of people who do that and he looks like jez which fascinates me in a really odd way and shut up christine

okay. excerpt from johnnielife: last night i went to sleep at six in the evening and woke at ten to go to the party. i went to humphreys, saw people drinking and spoke, sort of, and went to the retro-dance party at eleven.. and i was tired and kind of nervous because going into crowds of people alone is always uncertain to some extent, but even before reaching there i saw people i knew and liked, and then more people i knew and liked, and we eventually went in and i danced with my i was wondering about hammer pants no they were not and amy's mother's flat shoes and i like dancing, and i like believing that people are not watching me (probably true to a large extent) except when they're dancing with me, and i like being aware of myself and not being concerned about other people because you are your own person when you dance, and when you're not trying to be cool or show off or be watched but when you just want to dance and move and make your awesome pants flare and feel like the music for a span of time. and i like going outside into the chilled air and talking to people, and breathing, and after i was comfortable with being alone (like i chalk up comfort points by being with people and once i hit a threshold i am okay with myself) (comfort points are good for storage) i liked walking away from civilization through the grass into the blacker dusk, pausing and shrugging and slipping my feet out of my shoes and running, first because it's been too long and it is too amazing and then because it was painful, and being alone and picking berries and coming back up at two-ish and getting unreasonably upset over my soap being missing (i went: "someone stole my cheesesoap" at least ten times in those five minutes and turns out that MY FRIEND took my soap and that's why it disappeared. i was still unreasonably upset! but i got over it really quickly. (it's really interesting being and knowing that you are unreasonably upset.) then i sat in the laundry room and spoke to my non-soap-stealing friend and tried to read (i did, a little) and fell asleep around five.


(i called my family this morning for an hour or so. i was thinking about this as i walked to the place i walk to to be currently using my computer: there was this really, really mortifying episode back at the start of the school year where i was sad over the transition and worried and lonely and etc, and i've been telling my mom because y'know telling your parents things is a good thing and parents are awesome people to have? my parents write in to the assistant dean to "please take care of our daughter because she has been crying over the phone occasionally but we know that she has many tears deep inside. also, she is not a lone-ly person and we don't understand why she doesn't have friends, please make that happen." and i was pretty angry at my parents for a while (yes i know they love me. i have written evidence right here that they love me). but yeah i was thinking about what they said about me not being a person who doesn't have friends? because i seem to be fitting into the culture decently. my "social group" (i hate that term) comprises of people from different places, my friend-situation isn't much different from hwach, i don't have a solid group of people i always hang out with but i have people who are always there for me whenever i need them, and people who would be there for me if they knew i needed them (i need a cellphone). and i guess, because we're living so close to each other, everything is more constant than even hwach? but yeah my point was that i am fitting into the social culture here in my way, and i navigate what i need to navigate, and i don't know where i pick these up from because sparhawk never had friends.)

15th-Jan-2010 09:57 am(no subject)
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best translation aiding device ever i might go for the apology translation study group. i really want to.

http://www.textkit.com/learn/ID/119/author_id/49/


(went! with bradley's help, i couldn't do it on my own (this is such a song to be)).
15th-Jan-2010 09:37 am(no subject)
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i haven't had internet access. things have been pretty amazing. my sleep schedule is 4/5pm to 12 midnight, then i stay up all of the next day because 1) i study well in the morning 2) i love feeling no pressure to fill my time with people. i love that i can focus on studying.. somehow studying at 12 midnight onward seems to be the Right thing to do, whereas studying from after-dinner to midnight seems to be Wrong (people should be talking to people! what are you doing studying in your room??) but i fell prey to that last term and never again.



http://thisisindexed.com/2010/01/mental-pictures/

will reply emails over the weekend <3


also:



this is a horrible picture *squeeze*. i'm not sure why it's so cute. it reminds me of fractals??????



also:

p and i were talking about happy songs yesterday. i told him that i was tired of songs being either depressing or about love. there are so many other ways of being happy other than being in love and they don't come out in songs - it's not that this devalues other forms of happiness, but it doesn't value other happinesses as much as they should be valued. there are 5 million other reasons to be happy besides love. the sheer quantity x quality of love songs overrates love. i am really, really tired of happiness only being reflected by love songs. it's so important to learn how to be happy, and to see the world through better/ happier lenses, and this is all these songs basically tell us about happiness: the main, most glorious, (only), certain means to happiness is to be involved in a romantic relationship. fuck that.

15th-Jan-2010 08:55 am(no subject)
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In memory of family and friends who have lost the battle with cancer; and in support of the ones who continue to conquer it! Post this on your LJ if you know someone who has or had cancer. 93% won't copy and paste this. Will you?

this is a reminder for nysb people in singapore to go visit mrs coach. i don't know how she's doing now?

10th-Jan-2010 02:41 am(no subject)
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best greek learning site ever
http://socrates.berkeley.edu/~ancgreek/vocabU/vocabmainU.html

kai

http://community.middlebury.edu/~harris/philosophy101.html
http://community.middlebury.edu/%7eharris/GreekGrammar.html
the author is an interesting man: http://community.middlebury.edu/~harris/index.shtml
source site: http://www.biblicalgreek.org/grammar/

i am so keen and so tired! this will be welcomed when i am less physically worrrn


ἡμέρα [pronounced "hemera"]

day

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–adjective
1. lasting a very short time; short-lived; transitory: the ephemeral joys of childhood.
2. lasting but one day: an ephemeral flower.



this is so, so amazing, re: learning how to learn a language.

In all my teaching, two exercises stand out from the rest, as giving me special delight through the interest and mental activity of my students: first, the exercises with the Freshmen, which I have described as carried on weekly by myself; secondly, an exercise such as I carried on with an elective class recently, when, at the end of a term spent upon Plautus, I read a new play straight through in the Latin (the students following me in their texts), without translation, and with very little comment, moving at about the rate at which one would move if he were reading a new play of Shakespeare in a similar way; and felt my audience responsive, even to the extent of occasional laughter that checked us for a moment, to nearly everything in our author that would have been intelligible, without special explanation, in an English translation.

this, on the genitive absolute


9th-Jan-2010 11:51 pm(no subject)
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Broccoli, pornography, and Kant

To begin to see just how recent and dramatic this change is, let us imagine some broad features of the world seen through two different sets of eyes: a hypothetical 30-year-old housewife from 1958 named Betty, and her hypothetical granddaughter Jennifer, of the same age, today.

Begin with a tour of Betty’s kitchen. Much of what she makes comes from jars and cans. Much of it is also heavy on substances that people of our time are told to minimize — dairy products, red meat, refined sugars and flours — because of compelling research about nutrition that occurred after Betty’s time. Betty’s freezer is filled with meat every four months by a visiting company that specializes in volume, and on most nights she thaws a piece of this and accompanies it with food from one or two jars. If there is anything “fresh” on the plate, it is likely a potato. Interestingly, and rudimentary to our contemporary eyes though it may be, Betty’s food is served with what for us would appear to be high ceremony, i.e., at a set table with family members present.

As it happens, there is little that Betty herself, who is adventurous by the standards of her day, will not eat; the going slogan she learned as a child is about cleaning your plate, and not doing so is still considered bad form. Aside from that notion though, which is a holdover to scarcer times, Betty is much like any other American home cook in 1958. She likes making some things and not others, even as she prefers eating some things to others — and there, in personal aesthetics, does the matter end for her. It’s not that Betty lacks opinions about food. It’s just that the ones she has are limited to what she does and does not personally like to make and eat.

Now imagine one possible counterpart to Betty today, her 30-year-old granddaughter Jennifer. Jennifer has almost no cans or jars in her cupboard. She has no children or husband or live-in boyfriend either, which is why her kitchen table on most nights features a laptop and goes unset. Yet interestingly enough, despite the lack of ceremony at the table, Jennifer pays far more attention to food, and feels far more strongly in her convictions about it, than anyone she knows from Betty’s time.

Wavering in and out of vegetarianism, Jennifer is adamantly opposed to eating red meat or endangered fish. She is also opposed to industrialized breeding, genetically enhanced fruits and vegetables, and to pesticides and other artificial agents. She tries to minimize her dairy intake, and cooks tofu as much as possible. She also buys “organic” in the belief that it is better both for her and for the animals raised in that way, even though the products are markedly more expensive than those from the local grocery store. Her diet is heavy in all the ways that Betty’s was light: with fresh vegetables and fruits in particular. Jennifer has nothing but ice in her freezer, soymilk and various other items her grandmother wouldn’t have recognized in the refrigerator, and on the counter stands a vegetable juicer she feels she “ought” to use more.

Most important of all, however, is the difference in moral attitude separating Betty and Jennifer on the matter of food. Jennifer feels that there is a right and wrong about these options that transcends her exercise of choice as a consumer. She does not exactly condemn those who believe otherwise, but she doesn’t understand why they do, either. And she certainly thinks the world would be a better place if more people evaluated their food choices as she does. She even proselytizes on occasion when she can.

In short, with regard to food, Jennifer falls within Immanuel Kant’s definition of the Categorical Imperative: She acts according to a set of maxims that she wills at the same time to be universal law.

Betty, on the other hand, would be baffled by the idea of dragooning such moral abstractions into the service of food. This is partly because, as a child of her time, she was impressed — as Jennifer is not — about what happens when food is scarce (Betty’s parents told her often about their memories of the Great Depression; and many of the older men of her time had vivid memories of deprivation in wartime). Even without such personal links to food scarcity, though, it makes no sense to Betty that people would feel as strongly as her granddaughter does about something as simple as deciding just what goes into one’s mouth. That is because Betty feels, as Jennifer obviously does not, that opinions about food are simply de gustibus, a matter of individual taste — and only that.

This clear difference in opinion leads to an intriguing juxtaposition. Just as Betty and Jennifer have radically different approaches to food, so do they to matters of sex. For Betty, the ground rules of her time — which she both participates in and substantially agrees with — are clear: Just about every exercise of sex outside marriage is subject to social (if not always private) opprobrium. Wavering in and out of established religion herself, Betty nevertheless clearly adheres to a traditional Judeo-Christian sexual ethic. Thus, for example, Mr. Jones next door “ran off” with another woman, leaving his wife and children behind; Susie in the town nearby got pregnant and wasn’t allowed back in school; Uncle Bill is rumored to have contracted gonorrhea; and so on. None of these breaches of the going sexual ethic is considered by Betty to be a good thing, let alone a celebrated thing. They are not even considered to be neutral things. In fact, they are all considered by her to be wrong.

Most important of all, Betty feels that sex, unlike food, is not de gustibus. She believes to the contrary that there is a right and wrong about these choices that transcends any individual act. She further believes that the world would be a better place, and individual people better off, if others believed as she does. She even proselytizes such on occasion when given the chance.

In short, as Jennifer does with food, Betty in the matter of sex fulfills the requirements for Kant’s Categorical Imperative.

Jennifer’s approach to sex is just about 180 degrees different. She too disapproves of the father next door who left his wife and children for a younger woman; she does not want to be cheated on herself, or to have those she cares about cheated on either. These ground-zero stipulations, aside, however, she is otherwise laissez-faire on just about every other aspect of nonmarital sex. She believes that living together before marriage is not only morally neutral, but actually better than not having such a “trial run.” Pregnant unwed Susie in the next town doesn’t elicit a thought one way or the other from her, and neither does Uncle Bill’s gonorrhea, which is of course a trivial medical matter between him and his doctor.

Jennifer, unlike Betty, thinks that falling in love creates its own demands and generally trumps other considerations — unless perhaps children are involved (and sometimes, on a case-by-case basis, then too). A consistent thinker in this respect, she also accepts the consequences of her libertarian convictions about sex. She is pro-abortion, pro-gay marriage, indifferent to ethical questions about stem cell research and other technological manipulations of nature (as she is not, ironically, when it comes to food), and agnostic on the question of whether any particular parental arrangements seem best for children. She has even been known to watch pornography with her boyfriend, at his coaxing, in part to show just how very laissez-faire she is.

Most important, once again, is the difference in moral attitude between the two women on this subject of sex. Betty feels that there is a right and wrong about sexual choices that transcends any individual act, and Jennifer — exceptions noted — does not. It’s not that Jennifer lacks for opinions about sex, any more than Betty does about food. It’s just that, for the most part, they are limited to what she personally does and doesn’t like.

Thus far, what the imaginary examples of Betty and Jennifer have established is this: Their personal moral relationships toward food and toward sex are just about perfectly reversed. Betty does care about nutrition and food, but it doesn’t occur to her to extend her opinions to a moral judgment — i.e., to believe that other people ought to do as she does in the matter of food, and that they are wrong if they don’t. In fact, she thinks such an extension would be wrong in a different way; it would be impolite, needlessly judgmental, simply not done. Jennifer, similarly, does care to some limited degree about what other people do about sex; but it seldom occurs to her to extend her opinions to a moral judgment. In fact, she thinks such an extension would be wrong in a different way — because it would be impolite, needlessly judgmental, simply not done.

On the other hand, Jennifer is genuinely certain that her opinions about food are not only nutritionally correct, but also, in some deep, meaningful sense, morally correct — i.e., she feels that others ought to do something like what she does. And Betty, on the other hand, feels exactly the same way about what she calls sexual morality.

As noted, this desire to extend their personal opinions in two different areas to an “ought” that they think should be somehow binding — binding, that is, to the idea that others should do the same — is the definition of the Kantian imperative. Once again, note: Betty’s Kantian imperative concerns sex not food, and Jennifer’s concerns food not sex. In just over 50 years, in other words — not for everyone, of course, but for a great many people, and for an especially large portion of sophisticated people — the moral poles of sex and food have been reversed. Betty thinks food is a matter of taste, whereas sex is governed by universal moral law of some kind; and Jennifer thinks exactly the reverse.

What has happened here?




i'm confused about the conclusion to this essay because she ends it off quite abruptly. her observations seem very accurate (more so in the west than in singapore. interestingly singapore seems to be less morally neutral about sex and more morally neutral about food than the west - halfway between jennifer and betty - what would this mean?) but her conclusion basically says that -obviously- humanity has transposed its past feelings about sex on food. the changes that took place regarding food are "right", in that we learnt that such and such a way of eating is better for us and so we change our habits to reflect that, but additionally we moralize about food because food is an easier target than sex, considering how morally-neutral towards sex people now think it's acceptable/ right to be.

i don't think that moral neutrality in sex is wrong. i don't think that supporting equal rights for people - gay marriage for instance - is wrong. i have greater issue with saying that being sexually liberal is not wrong, because monogamy, along with commitment trust acceptance etc, is valuable; and it seems to be losing its value to people. and i guess i hesitate from saying that it is morally! wrong! because i don't have clear universal morals but i think it's odd, and i guess i think it's sad even though i hate it when people tell me that "it's sad that you're not christian" because it's so condescending!! but i really do think it's sad (and i know you guys think it's sad too, so we're fair) that people value these things less nowadays. or people place value on different things. and in a sense if your entire culture (not-singapore) is screaming at you to be sexually active, it's hard to value something else? it's not even that it's hard to cling to your beliefs because due to the way you're brought up, you don't even have those beliefs in the first place. i guess what i meant to say after all the ramble is that it's sad that people value these things less.

ps. i think i'm mixing things up, monogamy seems to be a separate issue from being sexually liberal, i'm just not sure what termss to use. i guess i'm thinking of being sexually liberal vs.. i dunno. i'm not sure what the other alternative is; sex only after marriage/ sex with different partners in a lifetime all don't preclude commitment/ trust/ acceptance (perhaps acceptance, in a way). it might be the attitudes towards sex that bother me more? but at the same time i don't think that the act-in-whatever-circumstance can be morally neutral (i just reneged on the first sentence of the second paragraph. i guess this means that i'm confused).

9th-Jan-2010 01:52 pm(no subject)
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so i'm back and i don't really feel like talking here but i want to. 19 hours before i can enter my dorm! my luggage/ stuff is all in the common room, they -kindly- let me in there to dump my stuff and now i'm languishing in the bbc. in a very short while i will pack my bag (insert my things) and head down to the docks because it's cold and beautiful and i will purchase (purr-chers, they say) bread and hang around? come back? there's a music concert tonight and i might go or i might not, i could probably find out the timing and head down. i feel kind of gross i haven't showered in more than 24 hours (laugh at me army boys) and i won't be showering for 19 more. that's the first thing i'm going to do when i return to my dorm. really. for the rest of today i might go somewhere and talk to people and lament my inability to know things (srsly if amy hadn't told me about the 0900 sunday morning thing i would have came here blithely) and i should finish my schoolwork, i have more of greek to catch up on, also parmenides is not easy, then again i have lots of time at night and i should go out now and first i will look for showers in the bbc. i would love a cold shower. in fact i probably can strip and dive into snow outside: this serves two purposes: wet + clean, and i make my very first snow-man ha ha ha!!!! okay i'm going to run around now see you later wish me luck (all alone, pur, pur little girl)

ps. the internet is working so fast you would never believe!!! unfortunately i am not getting a response from ms waters


greek stuff for self reference


malcolm gladwell: offensive play this is really interesting and pretty important.. is "gameness" good, what are the costs of any action/"virtue", i can't promote articles but this should be read.

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