The teen is father to the man!

My SJ teacher told me once: the boy is father to the man. Who we are as young people is highly influential upon the mature men we shall be (we were in an all male environment so gender neutral talk was not an issue).

The boy is father to the man.

Lets permutate that: the teen is father to the man!

Yesterday, or whenever it was, I saw a girl from my distant past. It was a girl I had a crush on, or was that plural? Anyhoo, I thought to myself: back then, I was so scared and nervous around females that I acted all weird and distant. Now, I am weird and distant anyway, but still scared and nervous around females! Despite being Mr. BSc in philosophy and sociology, who wrote a paper on the Hypothetico-Deductive method in social science, challenged mental torment and won, helped countless people with life and academic matters, performed a 20 minutes recital, wrote a poem, have had two newspaper articles published, and even humiliated a senior state official through philosophical reasoning, I cannot talk to this particular female!

This is a travesty! I suppose inadequacy with the opposite sex is a sign of being a Kantian philosopher. Or being Kant himself. I had no confidence problems with giving my ‘five ways’, or challenging orthodoxy. But when it comes to a girlie, I am still a scrawny inadequate nervous teen.

I guess some things will never change…that’s kind of comforting in a way, Heraclitus was wrong.

Nostalgia as social phenomena

Nostalgia is the recollection of willed reliving of the past. For persons my age, that involves Transformers, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, Happy Meals for £2, Catholicism, looking up to the heroes in my life and a general sense of wonder and innocence about the world.

Nostalgia is interesting insofar as we nostalge about the same things. Today I shared nostalgia about the Transformers series, my older sibling celebrates this, as do friends. It was a ‘you had to be there’ sort of thing.

The notion of memory is interesting in society.

Memory is sentimentalised – nostalgia

Memory is rationalised – computers

Memory is immortalised – surveillance

Let us not think of memories as our own personal memories, but in sociological terms, the notion of ‘memory’ itself, a computerised record, a name in a book, one’s first kiss, amnesia, the willing re-writing of history, the impossibility of re-interpretation.

Memory is an interesting, yet very weird thing in society and daily life. I think it also has impact on political economy.

Michael

2222 is 1337 is to GMs lols

Today I have surpassed 2,222 viewings of this blog! Quite interesting that so many would take interest in the lives of people they do not even know in the case of myself and Destre. Michael appreciates the attention and always finds it fun to look at the graphs and the ways in which our readers come to this blog.

 Quite different from the low number of hits from the ‘Konigsberg Kafe’.

Ah technology,

Sinistre

Hook In Mouth

A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he’s programmed to, all he hears and sees.

Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways’ Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.

You say you’ve got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don’t try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come.
I believe my kingdom will come.

Chorus
F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors’ blood in battles they’ve shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there’s a P.M.R.C.

F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors’ blood in battles they’ve shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there’s a P.M.R.C.

Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
like a fish with hook in mouth.

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways’ Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.

I’m not a fish
I’m a man with hook in mouth!

Lyrics: D. Mustaine (Megadeth)