Which Philosopher would Fare Best in a Present-Day University?
DAMN STRAIGHT HE WOULD.
Man, I’d get a study group together right away. And by “study group” I mean “just Leibniz and me, somewhere quiet where he can do his genius stuff and I can guard him ‘cause he’s precious.”
I can’t help it, I’m obsessive. Seriously, if I was ever given the option to, say, time travel back to any year (and location) of my choice, I would with zero hesitation pick something involving Leibniz.
Witness the signing of the Declaration of Independence?
Nope.
See man first create fire?
Nope.
Observe the dinosaurs?
Nope.
Leibniz.
I AM CAKE
I found this site that has t-shirts which feature mash-ups of band logos and scientists/philosophers/great thinkers.
Yeah, I want like twelve of these.
Here are my faves:
Only downside: no Leibniz.
A blog of several points
ONE
Zeno, bitches!
TWO
On the door of one of the area labs on the third floor of the psych building. Never saw it before because the door’s always been open and I’ve never paid attention.


THREE
Plastic bag fashion! Again, this is what results from studying stats all day. I just did the close-up of the top, ’cause the bottom kind of sucks and I got bored in the middle of it.

Today’s song: Ride On by Celtic Panpipes
Continental Rationalists to Porn: The Joys of Wikipedia
Here is a new game I propose we start:
Wikipedia: Six Degrees of Separation
Rules:
1. Select a random topic (person, place, thing, whatever) and find its article on Wikipedia
2. Click on a link in the article that leads you to a different page
3. Repeat this process for each new page you are brought to
4. See if you can reach the “Pornography” page in less than or exactly six clicks
5. Write down your starting subject and steps and post them in your blogs
Here’s an example (or examples, I guess) to get you started. Here are my three starting points: Rene Descartes, Baruch Spinoza, and Gottfried Leibniz, the three Continental Rationalists, and the steps that got me from their articles to the pornography article.
Starting point: Rene Descartes
Click one: Amsterdam
Click two: Red-Light District
Click three: Pornography
(Haha, that was fast, eh? You’re a dirty boy, Rene.)
Starting point: Baruch Spinoza
Click one: Atheist
Click two: Moral Universalism
Click three: Sex
Click four: Sexual Intercourse
Click five: Sexual Arousal
Click six: Pornography
Starting point: Gottfried Leibniz
Click one: Ethics
Click two: List of Ethics Topics
Click three: Family Values
Click four: Pornography
Hahaha, this is awesome. Leibniz to porno in four easy steps! Life is complete.
If Plato and Bishop Berkeley had released albums…
This is what they would look like.
Yes, I’m that geeky.
Claudia can’t do math, but she sure can make stupid album covers. Useful talent right there.
Berkeley was the one who said “existence is perception,” and Plato, of course, had his famous Allegory of the Cave.


I have the feeling that this is going to be the summer of the album covers, I’m saying that right now.
It’s 4:45 AM…do you know where your daily blog is?
Right here!
So I’m done with all the actual tests for finals week, but I still have my written final for Modern Philosophy due tomorrow. Or today. Whatever the hell you qualify 5 in the morning as.
Yes, I stayed up this late (early) ‘cause I had basically NO TIME to write this final until about 4 this afternoon, and, me being me, I procrastinated until about 11. The essay on Hume I cranked out in like 15 minutes, but I’ve been slowly and painfully churning out this damn Berkeley essay for the past six hours.
But now I’m done! DONE WITH FINALS WEEK! So of course, since I did my Modern final tonight, I felt it necessary to list the philosophers we covered in order from my favorite to my least favorite. Hmm, what will my #1 be…?
1. Leibniz
I LOVE THIS MAN WITH ALL MY SOUL. I really, really like the way he works through the logic of his philosophy, even though his writing style basically looks down its nose at you, insulting you under its breath because it’s not totally obvious to you right away. But yeah, this guy has taken over my life.
2. Kant
Kant freaking rocks, and not just because his name can be used in a lot of stupid puns. I loved the way he demonstrated that math is not something of which we have a priori knowledge, and I just love the way he basically redefined how we should go about doing philosophy.
3. Hume
I like Hume, but I’m not a fan of the way he argued his way down to that there is no such thing as causality (cause and effect…if I hit the billiard ball with the stick, it will move forward), but because that’s the only way we can get around in the world, we can rely on it. But he does aggressively argue against something that we all take for granted to be true.
Take that, causality!
4. Berkeley
Berkeley interests me, and I don’t really know why. I think it’s because I totally disagree with his “to be is to be perceived” idea, and therefore I want to argue against it. So Berkeley would be in pretty good standing on this list, except for the fact that I had to write something like this at 4:30 in the morning because of him:
“The ‘common sense’ factor of Berkeley’s philosophy is explained as this: it is not simply the lack of direct perceptions of material substance that causes the belief that it doesn’t exist—it’s also the fact that there is no way to explain its existence. There is no reason for the material to exist if perceptions are sensory and can be linked to something that already has reason to exist, like the mind. Qualities do not need something on which they must be projected if they already exist in and out of the senses and are perceived that way. The absence of the material world preserves the parsimony Berkeley so strongly desires.”
5. Spinoza
AAAH SPINOZA! Despite the fact that I don’t know what to think of his philosophy (his logic works out so that his philosophy proves itself), he’s a cute, innocent looking little guy who was excommunicated ‘cause of what he believed. Poor little Spinoza. I sympathize for him.
6. Descartes
I love Descartes. Descartes is great. He’s the founder of modern philosophy, guys! But the reason he’s so far down on this list is because of his whole “evil deceiver” thing. Yes, the extreme doubt is good, but seriously, Rene…the evil deceiver? Ah, well. He had to get his ideas past the church somehow. Sneaky little guy.
7. Locke
Locke bothers me. I don’t really know why; I didn’t really pay that much attention those few days we were covering him. They were right before Spring Break. Haha.
So there you go.
Apparently, I love Sartre
I had a strange and intriguing dream last night. Since this is my blog and I divulge all sorts of random crap on it, I shall now tell you of my dream!
Okay. So in my dream I’m at work as normal, doing my normal, boring routine. Then I look up at the front and see Shannyn standing there. I go over there and talk to her for a little while. She’s looking for a job, so I suggest to her to work with us. She doesn’t say anything and leaves. I go about my daily business, including dealing with this one jerk that doesn’t seem to know how to give me the correct change.
Later in the day I’m training a new girl, and it takes me a little while to realize it’s Shannyn. I’m happy that she’s working with me, so I’m trying to train her on the fry machine because it was my favorite thing to do and I was hoping it would be fun for her, too.
Somehow, after awhile, the back of the store is transformed into this huge metal room with a bunch of flaming pits and huge groups of people standing around. I go up to this one guy who’s got a bunch of these little dolls in a pile around him. He looks at me and says, “quick! Choose a doll!” I don’t have much time to look through them so I pick the first one I recognize—a doll resembling Jean-Paul Sartre. So I grab it just as I hear a familiar voice behind me say, “I’ll take the Nietzsche doll.” I turn around and see Maggie getting her doll. I was pissed that she was able to find Nietzsche.
But it is evident later that I am rather attached to my little Sartre doll, because after awhile we are all lined up with our dolls getting ready to do something—I’m not sure what—with the dolls. I notice a few people ahead of me in the line are throwing their dolls into this big incinerator. I start screaming and crying when I see this, clinging all the while to my little miniature Sartre, not wanting to throw him into the incinerator because I’ve become very attached to him. The people in charge of all this didn’t quite know what to do with me.
Hm. I wonder what this means.
I know this much, though…
…I freaking want a Sartre doll.







