Several points of happiness in the past couple of days:
1) Got back in semi-contact with Zach and Rob and Stephen. Then AIM broke down and I need to redownload another version. Crud.
2) Met up with Shawn and Max, remembered the good ol' 3DA days. Spoke of Max's Yo and Boom Boom Room and Shawn's debut into Cleo's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. His number is for sale, ladies. Contact me.
3) Finally met Jeremy from Logicmills, and he's actually pretty cool. He's a continental philosopher though, so we might have to laser him at some point.
4) Had a really good Logicmills session at St. Hilda's. There is no delight like shaping intelligent young minds into eventual psychopathic adults. In my own image. It's better than sex.
5) Received a Kirby limited edition Lego Tshirt. Seriously, how awesome is that. I've been lusting after that shirt.
Also, I watched Superman Returns with the aforementioned puffy pink ball of pokemonic phlesh. (I scare myself sometimes). Way too much popcorn was consumed, and my sperm count took a nose dive from the large Mountain Dew. But the movie was great. It has a rather different feel from the other superhero movies, if only in the lack of whininess. Lesser time bitching about how nobody understands me and my powers, I'm blind so I need a hot girlfriend, my parents got killed so now I must flip out and kill everyone leaves more time for heat-visioning random objects, lifting huger and huger things, and streaking around in the sky in red underpants.
I do need to streak around the sky in my underpants. It's liberating. I'll require digital editing though, for the same reasons as in the movie.
On a slightly more intellectual note, I've been re-reading Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead. This book should be read by everyone for the same reason why everyone should read at least a little Nietzsche. Because they provide a counterpoint to the Judeo-Christian Puritanical ethics so many of us take for granted. One might not agree with Rand or Nietzsche, but at least one would have a better understanding of why.
The Fountainhead is a fictitious account of a great man. It follows the life of an architect, Howard Roark, as he courses unerringly through life. It is a book that flies in the face of what we are taught in moral education and by culture and parents and friends. Selfishness is a virtue, and selflessness the greatest crime. Man sees God not at his lowest, but at his highest. I'll rest here with two excerpts, both from the Introduction of the book. The first is a glimpse of what the central battle of the book is, and the second an observation that I share.
"...Man-worshippers, in my sense of the term, are those who see man's highest potential and strive to actualize it. The man-haters are those who regard man as a helpless, depraved, contemptible creature -- and struggle never to let him discover otherwise. It is important here to remember that the only direct, introspective knowledge of man anyone possesses is of himself.
More specifically, the essential division between these two camps is: those dedicated to the exaltation of man's self-esteem and the sacredness of his happiness on earth -- and those determined not to allow either to become possible."
"It is not in the nature of man -- nor of any living entity -- to start out by giving up, by spitting in one's own face and damning existence; that requires a process of corruption whose rapidity differs from man to man. Some give up at the first touch of pressure; some sell out; some run down by imperceptible degrees and lose their fire, never knowing when or how they lost it. Then all of these vanish in the vast swamp of their elders who tell them persistently that maturity consists of abandoning one's mind; security, of abandoning one's values; practicality, of losing self-esteem. Yet a few hold on and move on, knowing that that fire is not to be betrayed, learning how to give it shape, purpose and reality. But whatever their future, at the dawn of their lives, men seek a noble vision of man's nature and of life's potential."
Dear reader, don't lose the fire. Do not go gentle into that good night. Be true. Be true. Be true.
1) Got back in semi-contact with Zach and Rob and Stephen. Then AIM broke down and I need to redownload another version. Crud.
2) Met up with Shawn and Max, remembered the good ol' 3DA days. Spoke of Max's Yo and Boom Boom Room and Shawn's debut into Cleo's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. His number is for sale, ladies. Contact me.
3) Finally met Jeremy from Logicmills, and he's actually pretty cool. He's a continental philosopher though, so we might have to laser him at some point.
4) Had a really good Logicmills session at St. Hilda's. There is no delight like shaping intelligent young minds into eventual psychopathic adults. In my own image. It's better than sex.
5) Received a Kirby limited edition Lego Tshirt. Seriously, how awesome is that. I've been lusting after that shirt.
Also, I watched Superman Returns with the aforementioned puffy pink ball of pokemonic phlesh. (I scare myself sometimes). Way too much popcorn was consumed, and my sperm count took a nose dive from the large Mountain Dew. But the movie was great. It has a rather different feel from the other superhero movies, if only in the lack of whininess. Lesser time bitching about how nobody understands me and my powers, I'm blind so I need a hot girlfriend, my parents got killed so now I must flip out and kill everyone leaves more time for heat-visioning random objects, lifting huger and huger things, and streaking around in the sky in red underpants.
I do need to streak around the sky in my underpants. It's liberating. I'll require digital editing though, for the same reasons as in the movie.
On a slightly more intellectual note, I've been re-reading Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead. This book should be read by everyone for the same reason why everyone should read at least a little Nietzsche. Because they provide a counterpoint to the Judeo-Christian Puritanical ethics so many of us take for granted. One might not agree with Rand or Nietzsche, but at least one would have a better understanding of why.
The Fountainhead is a fictitious account of a great man. It follows the life of an architect, Howard Roark, as he courses unerringly through life. It is a book that flies in the face of what we are taught in moral education and by culture and parents and friends. Selfishness is a virtue, and selflessness the greatest crime. Man sees God not at his lowest, but at his highest. I'll rest here with two excerpts, both from the Introduction of the book. The first is a glimpse of what the central battle of the book is, and the second an observation that I share.
"...Man-worshippers, in my sense of the term, are those who see man's highest potential and strive to actualize it. The man-haters are those who regard man as a helpless, depraved, contemptible creature -- and struggle never to let him discover otherwise. It is important here to remember that the only direct, introspective knowledge of man anyone possesses is of himself.
More specifically, the essential division between these two camps is: those dedicated to the exaltation of man's self-esteem and the sacredness of his happiness on earth -- and those determined not to allow either to become possible."
"It is not in the nature of man -- nor of any living entity -- to start out by giving up, by spitting in one's own face and damning existence; that requires a process of corruption whose rapidity differs from man to man. Some give up at the first touch of pressure; some sell out; some run down by imperceptible degrees and lose their fire, never knowing when or how they lost it. Then all of these vanish in the vast swamp of their elders who tell them persistently that maturity consists of abandoning one's mind; security, of abandoning one's values; practicality, of losing self-esteem. Yet a few hold on and move on, knowing that that fire is not to be betrayed, learning how to give it shape, purpose and reality. But whatever their future, at the dawn of their lives, men seek a noble vision of man's nature and of life's potential."
Dear reader, don't lose the fire. Do not go gentle into that good night. Be true. Be true. Be true.
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