Tag: Life
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Fighting the Cult of Productivity
In a couple of days, I’ll turn 41 years old. As I prepare to start my 42nd trip around the sun, I’m trying to come up with a time management system that sits well with my philosophy and doesn’t repeat the same mistakes I always make, as I talked about in my last post on…
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Timetables and Me
When I was in highschool, a teacher was lecturing us on time management and asked if any of us made timetables to manage our time. I had just started making timetables and in my excitement I raised my hand without thinking about whether or not I wanted to share my routine with the entire class.…
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I Wrote a Philosophy Book
(And Realized I’m Not Really a Philosopher) I’ve been working on my philosophy for a while now. I’ve approached it in a few different ways. First, I wanted to redefine Nihilism, because that’s kind of the closest philosophical term that I can think of, for my philosophy. Then I came up with my own term…
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Changes
Things are changing again. I’m going through a bit of a negative phase and it’s frustrating because I thought I had gotten over that phase. But change is the only constant and there’s just no way to continue on a path that you don’t believe in anymore. I wish I could just choose a path…
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Smoking with The Devil
“I must inhale some nicotine into my lungs right now or I’ll turn into a homicidal maniac,” I apologized to Mrs. Goldman, the hostess. She dismissed the statement as just another self-effacing joke but if she had bothered to read even one of my books, she would know that the homicidal tendencies ran deep within…
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Why Philosophers Philosophize
Dear Reader, It’s late morning and I am sitting at my desk. I’ve had to turn on the light because it’s cloudy today and my room doesn’t get much light because the only window in my room faces North. No sunlight ever enters my room from this window. If I leave the door open, I…
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The Death of Four Young Trees
Dear Reader, My father cut down four trees today. He had planted these trees, 10 to 11 years ago and three of the four were mature fruit-bearing trees. One was a pomegranate tree and it hadn’t grown too big because when my father was planting trees, he did not leave enough room for them and…
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My Velvet Wings
I was once a butterfly,born in reverse.My velvet wingsa burning orange and yellowwith two white eyessurrounded by black circles,on a constant leaden lookoutfor thoughts dull and pragmatic;what the grown-ups called “growing up”. Then I went into a slimy cocoon,slipped right in with a slush,as if someone had sucked me in.But who? Why? How?Maybe my ghost…
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