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Tatiana ii
Me mudé a la península de San Petersburgo, encantado del olor de la luna. Las ondas de las estrellas flotan de estado en estado, atrayendo a monos de todos los rincones y árboles. Antes se empacaban en trenes y ya la arena rasca los entremedios de sus dedos y arrugas. Sin esfuerzo, sus tensiones se relajan y sus sonrisas se desatan. Años atrás, durante pandemia, Tania y yo, por su cumpleaños, visitamos L’Hermitage online. Me deslumbraron las dimensiones de la estructura e historia. Siglos de geneologías luchándose abstraídos a dos dimensiones, a veces tres en escultura, transmitidos en salas virtuales, mediante ondas .5GHz entrecortadas entre el viento húmedo de la…
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A musing on long distance amorous relationships
I wondered today whether I, living in a long distance relationship with my partner (¿ligados al infinito?), who lives across the ocean, en el ultramar, was living naively. Do I really know whom I’m in a relationship with? It is not the first time I have wondered this, even in close-distance relationships. But the ultramar highlighted the profile of this conundrum. Really, the conundrum arose after climaxing. I had been imagining her (she has given me permission to do so at my leisure). Whom was I just imagining? This was especially prudent to wonder because my fantasy had been a few years in the future, the sacred moment when we…
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Personal Auras Strong as Coffee, Complex as Cajun
I think we forget how strong is the aura of a person. That is all, thanks. I’ll be philosophizing here all week. Seriously, what I mean is that we spend our whole lives practicing how we present ourselves to others. We want to attract relationships of some kinds and not others. We forget that this practice creates a strong “giving off” of “vibes” whenever we are around someone. Some of us are sensitive to others’ treatment of us, especially those close to us. If someone doesn’t want to be around us, sometimes it hurts, even if only a little. But we should remember just how powerful of an experience it…
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Is the face the surface of the self? If there is a self, where is it?
I don’t know which came first here, the chicken or the egg. Either the word surface comes from the anatomical use of the word face or the anatomical use of face comes from surface, in the sense of “outermost boundary of an object.” However, we ought to wonder, since it is the outermost boundary of an object, what is the object that our faces are the outermost boundary of? This paragraph is going to be a bit silly and pedantic but please bear with me because the pedantry will be worth it. I think quibbling about whether I’m applying the wrong definition of “face” to the anatomical feature is the…
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A quick tip on meditating
Positivity of the kind used in meditation and perhaps Indian philosophy¹ is not just a pragmatic psychology but is grounded in a very powerful ontological position. I will briefly describe that position before sharing a tip on meditating. That position, nearly espoused by Hegel, and at times by Spinoza, is that only positive assertions can be true. More precisely “some things exist,” or “some sentences are true.” That is, more or less, a solution to the problem of nonexistence–for the most part, a problem that arises when we wonder what nonexistence is, what it is “not to be,” what existed before the universe if anything, or even theories of ontological…
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El prólogo: escribir sin conclusión
Esto se alienta por el prólogo de Doce Cuentos Peregrinos de García Márquez. Acuerdo con ése en la medida en que pinta el escribir casi como una aflicción. Es una búsqueda sin fin. Cada esbozo conlleva la frustración de que ése tampoco me alcanzó representar la idea del cerebro. Fue por aquel sentimiento de frustración y sin-finitud que me dejé de escribir hace un par de años. Sin conclusión concreta, ¿apenas hay un propósito? Dejarlo de lado realmente me facilitó la vida. Me salvó del dolor de tratar de explicar los sentimientos sin poder, el mismo dolor por el que gritan los bebés antes de expresarse articulados; cuando gritan, no…
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Why I was really hopeful that less Americans had died from Coronavirus in 2020 than car crashes (more have died from Coronavirus)
It’s simple: driving cars is something that we do that is very dangerous but we do because we judge that the risk is worth the potential of reward. It’s incredible, really; the risk is very high and the reward often very low, with alternate means whereby we could obtain it, like driving to pick up some food from the store when we could have biked (if you look at the stats, however, biking is actually more dangerous than driving if you live in a city. A lower total of people die in bike crashes, but more bikers die per bike crash than car drivers die per car crash.) So, I…
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¿Cuáles son las lecciones de la cuarentena?
Mis primeras impresiones de la cuarentena revisaré—las que tuve en la primera y segunda semana; no sé de ustedes, pero ya me siento que me estén pasando. Aunque yo resistiera al principio, he aceptado las nuevas condiciones y empiezo dirigirme hacia el futuro y previsiones. Yo no soy bueno para pronosticar. Y no sumaría nada nuevo a la conversación con tan sólo anticipar dificultades económicos y sus repercusiones, o las muertes que vienen. Lo que yo preveo es un cambio en las conclusiones que formaremos. Será una toma de conciencia basada en las consecuencias de nuestras reacciones mentales a la condición de la cuarentena. Al principio, como yo, nos percatábamos…
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Test Post
Hey y’all, Matt here. I’m testing out my new blog–I hope to store pictures, write posts, and post translations here. Please enjoy these few pictures I’m posting as a test. Thanks for taking a look!
