Taking things literally. I want to take me laterally and sleeeeeeep.

Literacy. Do I think that blogging is an effective and fun way of practicing writing skills and critical thinking? Umm sorta. Blogging also allows the lazy-mood persons to indulge in malformed ideas without explaining their reasoning process leading up to the moment of claiming something that is entirely obvious to them (and often to no one else). Not good for persuasive writing. I have to go to sleep soon before I start to wake up. But I will finish this post first. So yeah; when writing in-class exams alonggg time ago (why do I always write about school? Do I secretly love it?), I can recall a few times when the clock was a-ticking down and I had two remaining essay questions yet to form ulcers over.... Likely some 'compare and contrast these two thinkers' sort of questions that always confused the hell out of me. [Compare and contrast?! I don't understand the wording! I think my brain gets stuck on certain sounds and refuses to process meaning until a rephrasal has been handed down. I don't know what I'm saying. I'm tired.]

So brain hijinx, time constraints, bullshitting techniques, lack of rigorous mental discipline thanks to jotting-down-indulgent-neurotic-thing habits and a provocative nature would conspire together and I'd scribble out something special. Sometimes serious, sometimes joking, sometimes making a point, most often pointing a series of jokes at myself and having fun. Something like:

"Nietzsche was a sexy man. He oozed natural will power and loved a woman who loved Rainer Maria Rilke. So, to keep his ideals consistent with his writings and to affirm something as opposed to falling into the slave morality of ressentiment and opposing something already affirmed, Nietzsche, uhhh, reacted... by taking the initiative! and stopped loving all women. He looked to some role models, like famous unmarried genius men, to justify his predicament (which was no choice of his own but which he later decided to embrace because, what the hell; better than being a loser. Also, he had already written his ideals, and that would have been embarrassing, to be shaped by / rather than the shaper of / circumstance). He didn't like Socrates because Socrates was a homeless bum who said smartass things but was married, so, like, obviously that just wasn't gonna fly with Nietzsche's thoughts about how one must live according to one's inner daemon and ignore outside influences that only numb the senses and draw one in to conform to lesser standards. Yes. Strict adaptations to life necessitated by change and feelings of uncontrollable destiny. Did I fit enough undefended ideas into this paragraph? Enough terms used improperly and terms that don't make sense in this context? Or in any? Perfect. I am hearing the beat of my own drum. Oh, and Nietzsche acquired syphilis and had to write a living will, because one must write wills to direct where the things go that one has acquired in one's lifetime. It's really hard to write in third person neutral. And don't confuse 'syphilis' with Sisyphus. Nietzsche would not be caught dead rolling some other guy's ball. Oh, he had syphilis just at the end of his life, but time matters not, because the ideas conveyed by Nietzsche's words are timeless, and shit like that. He warned of abysses and looking into the sun, long before retina examiners confirmed that our eyes burn in the light and that what nourishes us, destroys us. Nothing compares to Nietzsche. That's why I omitted the 'compare' part out of the question."

Ohhhh I love him.

Writing is fun; I like writers who are a bit anal when they do it. (Write, that is.) For example, take the passage I've quoted in an earlier entry: "a concern for one's own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. "

Okay, but is concern really a process? Or a state? Or what? Yes, either way, his wording sounds lovely and I understand, but what I'm getting at is myself. All about me. Sometimes I don't pay attention to what I'm writing, and I'm on a roll talking about flowers and equations and colours and can see the connections between all things and I say the most ridiculous things.... Just thinking of some of the claims I've made and the flame wars I've spawned due to careless wording. Yes, as a student I've baffled many a professor. (And by the way, it's not always true that bullshit baffles brains, I found out. On the contrary! -- Keep in mind that when submitting BS-laden, written-last-minute reports to social science professors for evaluation, the old adage that it "takes one to know one," applies liberally.) Sweet dreamsssss