fe1ix (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fe1ix) wrote,@ 2008-04-26 08:23:00 |
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Death By Steal-th
This morning's entry is written to the #014 16Beat. There are several 16 beat tracks I enjoy playing in the background while I'm doing stuff on my computer. Sometimes it gets on my nerves and I have to cut it off, but because it's only a drumbeat without human voices or the emotional pull of solo instruments trying to jerk my feelings around, I seem to be able to push through the redundant predictability of it to the experiential database I write things from.
My computer monitor is setting on what was intended to be my dining table in the area of my house that was designed to be the dining area. I hardly ever use it for eating from. Too much junk and wiring to fit a plate of food on it. There are two of the windows that were originally designed and manufactured to be the glass doors of the industrial variety. The glass goes from the floor almost to the ceiling and lets a lot of light into the room. If I look over the top of the monitor and through the window I see the new azalea blossoms that have just started blooming. Not bad for a wino's hootch.
The first azaleas to bloom each Spring are the red ones that emerge from my oldest azalea plants. I set out a couple of commercially grown plants and they've grown to cover an area about 20 X 20 feet on the southern border of my yard. Then I planted the azalea bushes that this grower gave to me because they had went through a hard freeze and ruined their chances of having commercial value. One was a smaller variety of plant that put out white blossoms, and they come in second. The last azalea plants to bloom are a variegated light pink and reddish color. I planted them along the western edge of the lawn for about a hundred feet (30.48 M). It's behind this row of plants I've been clearing the undergrowth down toward the pond. They're especially pretty this year because the late frost did 'em in last year.
I've been using the terms "thetic" and "non-thetic" a lot since I read Sartre. In the last couple of days I've been wondering if I could use those terms interchangeably with "theistic" and "atheistic". They're normally associated with a belief in the existence of God or not. So, I'm wondering if they would serve just as well to describe types of consciousness like Sartre used thetic and non-thetic. Would using them in this way suggest that one arena of consciousness that homo sapiens upsurge to find it acceptable to believe in an external force that operates in its own field of ex-is-dom and the other internally? I.E., does one's mental life a stretch between believing and not believing? "To be or not to be..."
It didn't take me long to lose consciousness after I went to bed last night. i only know that because when I woke up into beta consciousness after a couple of sleep cycles the TV was still on. I got up, went to the bathroom to relieve myself, and went back to bed and lost consciousness again. It's only very seldom I have problems going to sleep. I'm good at losing consciousness. Especially since there ain't much reason to stay awake. I've lost many of the reasons I stayed awake for in the past.
I've been thinking about buying an iPhone and an AT&T account to go with it as my only internet connection. I've provided myself with what i think is a pretty good reason for doing this. I'm thinking about going for a long walk. For all practical purposes it would sort of be a long walk off into the sunset. I don't think I mean to commit suicide, but really just to walk because that's about the only way to deal with getting old and senile. I'm simply writing about walking around for as long I can before I get locked up in some institutional setting to keep me from absent-mindedly wandering off looking for some metaphorical "home".
I don't know if the rumors about the new iPhone that said to be coming out soon will have GPS included in it or not, and neither do the rumor mongers, but if it's true, at least my kinsmen who like to pretend they give a shit could call me and I could tell them where I was at. I'd probably get knocked in the head for the iPhone. What a way to go... eh? Death by steal-th?
This morning's entry is written to the #014 16Beat. There are several 16 beat tracks I enjoy playing in the background while I'm doing stuff on my computer. Sometimes it gets on my nerves and I have to cut it off, but because it's only a drumbeat without human voices or the emotional pull of solo instruments trying to jerk my feelings around, I seem to be able to push through the redundant predictability of it to the experiential database I write things from.
My computer monitor is setting on what was intended to be my dining table in the area of my house that was designed to be the dining area. I hardly ever use it for eating from. Too much junk and wiring to fit a plate of food on it. There are two of the windows that were originally designed and manufactured to be the glass doors of the industrial variety. The glass goes from the floor almost to the ceiling and lets a lot of light into the room. If I look over the top of the monitor and through the window I see the new azalea blossoms that have just started blooming. Not bad for a wino's hootch.
The first azaleas to bloom each Spring are the red ones that emerge from my oldest azalea plants. I set out a couple of commercially grown plants and they've grown to cover an area about 20 X 20 feet on the southern border of my yard. Then I planted the azalea bushes that this grower gave to me because they had went through a hard freeze and ruined their chances of having commercial value. One was a smaller variety of plant that put out white blossoms, and they come in second. The last azalea plants to bloom are a variegated light pink and reddish color. I planted them along the western edge of the lawn for about a hundred feet (30.48 M). It's behind this row of plants I've been clearing the undergrowth down toward the pond. They're especially pretty this year because the late frost did 'em in last year.
I've been using the terms "thetic" and "non-thetic" a lot since I read Sartre. In the last couple of days I've been wondering if I could use those terms interchangeably with "theistic" and "atheistic". They're normally associated with a belief in the existence of God or not. So, I'm wondering if they would serve just as well to describe types of consciousness like Sartre used thetic and non-thetic. Would using them in this way suggest that one arena of consciousness that homo sapiens upsurge to find it acceptable to believe in an external force that operates in its own field of ex-is-dom and the other internally? I.E., does one's mental life a stretch between believing and not believing? "To be or not to be..."
It didn't take me long to lose consciousness after I went to bed last night. i only know that because when I woke up into beta consciousness after a couple of sleep cycles the TV was still on. I got up, went to the bathroom to relieve myself, and went back to bed and lost consciousness again. It's only very seldom I have problems going to sleep. I'm good at losing consciousness. Especially since there ain't much reason to stay awake. I've lost many of the reasons I stayed awake for in the past.
I've been thinking about buying an iPhone and an AT&T account to go with it as my only internet connection. I've provided myself with what i think is a pretty good reason for doing this. I'm thinking about going for a long walk. For all practical purposes it would sort of be a long walk off into the sunset. I don't think I mean to commit suicide, but really just to walk because that's about the only way to deal with getting old and senile. I'm simply writing about walking around for as long I can before I get locked up in some institutional setting to keep me from absent-mindedly wandering off looking for some metaphorical "home".
I don't know if the rumors about the new iPhone that said to be coming out soon will have GPS included in it or not, and neither do the rumor mongers, but if it's true, at least my kinsmen who like to pretend they give a shit could call me and I could tell them where I was at. I'd probably get knocked in the head for the iPhone. What a way to go... eh? Death by steal-th?
