Philosophy Slam
Still philosophizing after all these years.
Friday, October 03, 2003
Allergies are Not Fun. I'm congested, and my eyes are watering wildly. I don't feel so hot overall. This had better be allergies, anyway, because I'm going to be seriously annoyed if one of my germy students has given me something. They all seem to be sick. Eeeeew.
News flash: One of the kiddies almost cried in class today! Go me, go me! And it wasn't even because of grades; it was sheer existential angst. We were talking about the bleakness that lies at the root of existence and death as the only certainity, and she started falling apart! I was overjoyed. I like to think of my class as an existential brainwashing project, and success is on the horizon! I've been grinning from ear to ear all day (which mostly just seems to scare people). References were also made, on the part of many, to this being the most depressing class ever.
[cue violins] If I can make just one student spend her weekend in a state of profound existential angst, then my work here is done. [music fades out]
I proudly announced this accomplishment at today's teaching meeting. The writing director called me a sadist (but was nonetheless very exicited that I'd managed to reach a student on a visceral level).
I'm tying this during the commercials of What Not to Wear (how come I don't have $5000 with which to purchase lovely lovely coats and cashmere sweaters? When I am rich, I will wear only cashmere). If they show that Macaroni Grill "make your own pasta" commercial one more time, I will not be responsible for my actions. Except in an existential sense, of course.
Alice is blissfully corkscrewed in the red chair, which appears to be officially "hers" now. I've been gone most of the day the past two days, and the poor thing clearly hates it. She always waits at the door for me to come home, but she's been positively estastic when I've come in today and yesterday. She's also been glued to my side. This morning, as my alarm went off over and over (I was hoping that it would magically decide to turn back a few hours and let me sleep), she hopped right into my face and started nudging me awake.
Finally, I would just like to announce to the world that my shoes from today were truly fabulous.
Thus I conclude.
Elvisette philosophized at 9:32 PM
Pascal: The present is never our end. The past and the present are our means, the future alone our end. Thus we never actually live, but hope to live, and since we are always planning how to be happy, it is inevitable that we should never be so.
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"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
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Who's Elvisette?
That's Why You're Here, Isn't It?
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When did Elvisette start blogging?
April 2002
Where's Elvisette?
Monday, working at liberry
Tuesday, ditto Monday
Wednesday, ditto Tuesday
Thursday, ditto Wednesday
Friday, ditto Thursday
Saturday, frittering away my youth
Sunday, being a useless waste of oxygen
Alternative Plans: Every day, all day, answering the question, "Wonder what's on TV right now?"
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Because it's better than working.