I am SO going to karmic hell
This is gonna bite me hard in the butt somewhere down the line.
But as of this moment, I care not.
Because my blood is rainbow
I may have shown you something from this site before, but it’s still FREAKING FUN to play with.
That is all.
Sorry, slow blogs, not much going on.
I DON’T HAVE ANY FREAKING PANTS ON!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALSJCVOWERJGALMVVDOXC!
Fargo. Wells Fargo.
Oh.
Life is weird.
That is all.
P.S. I’m also super horny…must be Claudia mating season.
A Geneticist’s Worst Nightmare
Hahahahaha, this is freaking great.
Mendel would flip the fuck out.
I’m going to go cross some owls with some blackjack tables, I’ll be right back.
Best part of the year, assuming it’s not screwed up like last time
WOOOOO SPRING SCHEDULE!
So I guess I can sign up for practically anything I want.
Or nothing.
Finally, some choice.
I think I shall take a crap ton of philosophy and statistics. And…perhaps…the dreaded Linear Algebra.
Schedule to come in a few days.
Ah, Childhood.
Random thoughts lead to this: Things I remember from childhood.
- Tinker Toys
- Legos
- Bob Ross
- Reading Rainbow
- Lite-Brite
- Easy Bake Oven
- Sesame Street
- Lisa Frank
- Those Barbie car things that you could drive (I ALWAYS wanted one!)
- Oregon Trail
- Geo Safari
- Spirograph
- Creepy Crawlers
- Tamagotchi
- The Neverending Story
- Baywatch
- Pete’s Dragon
- Early Edition
- Walker: Texas Ranger
- Bill Nye the Science Guy
- Goosebumps
- Ring Pops
- Yo-Yos
- The Magic Schoolbus
- Motherfucking TALESPIN
- Those pill capsules with the foam animals in them
Anyone else remember any of these? Childhood was freaking great.
Haha, woah.
So…we learned about Anaximander today in Ethics…this was his map of the world.

I love how Libya IS the African continent. I thought the Europeans were screwing around in Egypt by this point in time? Perhaps not.
Still though.
hkhkhkhkhkhkjhkhkjhkjh (OH GOD MY TITLE BROKE!)
“One day in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.” ~ Sigmund Freud
Truth.
OH GOD A TEST
It’s a trap!

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I have the best roommates in the world
God, my roomies are freaking great. So it has now been determined that Friday nights must be spent going to the dollar store and getting noodles at Mongolian BBQ. Along with a lot of other strange perverted stuff that we probably shouldn’t be doing but are doing anyway.
Why didn’t I ever meet Lanky before this? And who would have thought that Sean’s brother could be just as cool as Sean, but in a completely different way?
Yay.
We are slowly disposing of Algernon’s family?
So, uh…
Tonight we killed a few more mice. And by a few, I mean eight. I guess it was some sort of kamikaze finale for Algernon’s family. Or something. They were like dive-bombing the sticky traps. It was really weird.
OH AND THERE WAS ONE IN THE MICROWAVE WHAT THE FUCK.
Seriously. I guess the microwave was left partially open and Michael opened it all the way and hey, guess what? A mouse.
This house is great.
We have failed to dispose of Algernon!
Hahaha, oh man, watch this a few times, it keeps getting funnier.
“Halifax is a SEX NIGHT! Shing! Shing! SHENG. SHENG. SHENGSHENGSHENG.”
“DON’TYOUFUCKINGLOOKATME!”
Also, we didn’t catch Algernon.
Apparently, we caught a DIFFERENT mouse. Fun times.
We have disposed of Algernon!
HA!
We caught Algernon tonight. Finally. That freaking mouse has caused all sorts of problems. Also, since we finally replaced the giant filter on the heating vent (apparently it was a health hazard the way we had it), I just cut a chunk out of the old filter and plugged up the mouse hole with it.
It’s way too early to be doing philosophy.
So after writing a paper for Philosophy of Science at about 5 AM this morning, I finally feel free enough to blog. So blog I shall.
Our performance is already up on YouTube, for all who are interested:
That’s all. I’m dead.
Seattle insanity
WOO!
So the performance was badass. I’m glad my hat didn’t fall off like I thought it was going to.
And I bought some cool stuff, like a vintage Playboy and some shot glasses for my roomies.
Good times. Much better than yesterday.
Go away.
Just leave me the hell alone. All of you.
Pastor vs. Lawyer: Metaphysical SMACKDOWN!
Stuff I do on the night I’m supposed to be packing for Seattle: pretty much everything but pack for Seattle.
Tonight I went to see a debate about God between a lawyer and a priest. Surprisingly, the priest made an almost convincing argument. I recorded the audio, and one day I may write it out in one of my blogs. But since that probably won’t happen for awhile, just ask me if you want to hear it.
Tonight I also hung out with my roommates (mainly Aaron and Lanky). Let’s just say a lot of weird stuff went down and we all kind of went insane for awhile. I think we’ll have to make this a Friday night ritual.
I didn’t start packing until 4 AM.
Intentionality
An essay. It’s on intentionality, which is basically any type of causal relation (either a statement or an action) that has a “cause and effect” kind of thing going on. Intentional mental states can include thirst, a desire for something specific, a thought that prompts an action, or a simple prepositional thought. I think that’s all the premises you need; most of it is explained in the essay. I’m arguing against Searle’s position again. ‘Cause I want to.
In his chapter on intentionality, Searle puts forth two differing arguments relating to how the contents of intentional states are determined and what properties of these intentional states constitute their having the contents they do. Out of the two arguments he puts forth—externalism and internalism—he argues for internalism, stating that intentional contents result solely from what is inside our heads.
The idea of internalism basically states that what features constitute intentional states exist entirely in our minds, or, as Searle puts it, “entirely between our ears.” This is in contrast to externalism, which says that intentional content is constituted at least in part by the external world—that is, that it is caused by relations between the mind and the external world. Searle argues his point by emphasizing the idea of conditions, or, more specifically, conditions of satisfaction. Conditions of satisfaction are conditions that allow for mind-world “fit”—that is, in the case of desires, conditions of satisfaction are satisfied when the world (reality) fits the content of the intentional state, and in the case of beliefs or convictions (for example), conditions are satisfied when the intentional state fits reality.
Searle asserts that these conditions are entirely represented in the mind and are entirely internal to it. He uses the example of water to demonstrate this. Something is defined as “water,” he says, if it matches the conditions of satisfaction for water that are set up in a person’s mind. In other words, if the external thing in question matches the “checklist” of traits that characterize the condition of “water” for a person, the thing is then deemed to be water. Here is where Searle draws the line between the internal and external influence: it is up to the external world whether or not an object fits these criteria, but it is up to the mind what the criteria are.
By the end, Searle has basically asserted that the features that enable intentional states to arise are constituted by conditions of satisfaction, the properties of which are set up entirely by the mind itself and are internal to it. In other words, he has stated that (P1) all non-null intentional states have conditions of satisfaction that allow for a mind-world “fit” and that (P2) these conditions of satisfaction are all internal to the mind. Therefore, (C) internalism, the argument that the features that constitute intentional states exist entirely in our minds, is valid.
I believe that it is possible to refute Searle’s second premise, that all conditions of satisfaction are internal to the mind, but in order to do so it is important to break away from an argument based on language or social interaction. I think a stronger argument against internalism can arise from arguing from meaning stemming from the intentional state itself. My argument will keep the same first premise, that (P1) all non-null intentional states have conditions of satisfaction that allow for a mind-world “fit,” but also assert that (P2) some intentional states’ conditions exist independently of the mind’s internal “checklist” and are instead determined by external factors, and therefore conclude that (C) internalism is not a valid argument for how the contents of intentional states are determined.
The best way to demonstrate this is with a primitive desire, like thirst. The intentional state of thirst has a very specific set of conditions of satisfaction, and the things that satisfy these conditions are things that the mind on its own cannot specify. That is, the mind cannot set the conditions for what satisfy thirst on anything that can be solely internally constructed. There is a very set list of things in the world that satisfy the desire of thirst (water, soda, juice, etc.), and the mind cannot create any other things or traits that satisfy thirst.
If we step away from using language as what assigns meaning to things, we can see that a better way to assign meaning to intentional states—and to argue that there is an external factor in at least some intentional states’ contents—is to rely on the intentional states t..hemselves and what actually satisfy their conditions of satisfaction. Looking at the intentional state of thirst in this way doesn’t rely on a social or language-based interpretation of the desire. The desire is the same regardless of what it is called, and the conditions of satisfaction are not something the mind can, on its own, determine.
The mind cannot assign, for example, the condition “sunlight satisfies thirst”—it has no control over what specific externally-existing objects or states satisfy the desire of thirst. The things that satisfy thirst do not do so because they conform to our internal list of conditions of satisfaction—they do so because they are the only things that satisfy the desire. We can say whatever we want in regards to what satisfies thirst—the basic biological fact is that only certain things actually do satisfy thirst. This is the external influence. The mind, on its own, cannot “set” these conditions of satisfaction; the things that satisfy thirst are the only things that satisfy the desire, and they exist independently of and are not dependent on the mind’s internal “checklist.”
“The Brave Little Toaster Goes to Mars” (or, “Salvador Dali Takes a Film Class”)
This is quite possibly the WEIRDEST movie in the world. In the universe. I must share this trip with you, so this is the general summary (I’d warn for spoilers, but…well…):
So this is apparently set awhile after the original The Brave Little Toaster, and Rob and Christine have had a baby (Robbie, of course). One night, an old Hearing Aid gets out of the junk drawer and it is discovered by Toaster that he is communicating to someone in space. The old gang of appliances decides to watch him the next night, but they fall asleep and wake up just in time to see Robbie, in a bubble, float off to Mars under a big beam of light.
(Let’s stop for a minute. The little kid, IN A BUBBLE, goes to Mars. Keep in mind that this has all been masterminded by a HEARING AID.
Okay, got that?
It gets weirder.)
They consult a computer that gives them the magic formula for space flight: a microwave, popcorn, a laundry basket, and the Ceiling Fan. Alert NASA! In space, they sing a rousing song about floating with a bunch of balloons (it’s worth mentioning again that they’re in SPACE here, where appliances still can sing, balloons don’t pop, and gravity is doin’ fine) before crashing on Mars.
(At about this point I ponder taking some acid to see if that would make this movie make sense.)
Now on Mars, the appliances meet a group of military toasters (never thought I’d use those two words in such close conjunction) as well as a Christmas angel named Tinselina (why she has a name and everything else is just Toaster, Blankie, or Mr. Coffee is a mystery). They learn that the Supreme Commander (a refrigerator, of course) is plotting to blow up the earth—such a COLD and HEARTLESS leader! Toaster, however, with his spunky personality and knack for coming up with musical numbers off the top of his head, wins an election against the fridge and becomes the new Supreme Commander.
Following this, there’s some really weird reunion between two Hearing Aids, an “oh crap, we FORGOT TO DEACTIVATE THE EARTH-BOUND DEATH ROCKET moment,” and a sacrifice of material (a.k.a. clothes) from Christmas Angel (if the other appliances don’t get unique names, neither does she) to get them back home.
And, of course, a happy ending. Robbie’s first word is, appropriately, “Toaster,” and life goes on for the talking appliances.
You all seriously need to see this. Weirdest damn movie ever.
God, if I had a kid and its first word was “toaster,” I’d probably shoot myself. Of course, my first word was “tick-tock,” so I probably shouldn’t be talking. Maybe when I was real young I had a similar adventure…”The Brave Old Grandfather Clock Goes to Alpha Centauri” or something.
Siiiiiiiiigh…
I feel like crap today, so I went to Hastings to get some music. I bought a CD from a band called Statistics (for obvious reasons), and it’s actually not too bad. No Promises is pretty snazzy.
Sorry most of these have been so short. September’s always a month that drags (or sucks).
There’s only one thing I have to say today
Ladies and gentlemen, I want a zeppelin.
Unfortunately, eBay’s search function is down right now.
That is all.
