A Pixelated Mind

My miniature road trip (I say miniature because it’s nothing compared to the roadtrip my friend Adriano is on as we speak) is nearing its apex. Today I travel to New Jersey to visit my old housemate Jess Levy.

Jess is the avatar of Greek goddess Aphrodite. If there was ever anybody who I thought was perfect, it’s Jess. (Note: this does not include Sarah Stoltzfus or Jean-Paul Vessel, who are Athena and Apollo incarnate respectively. You don’t know them, but you should. They rule.)

I’ve not seen Jess in nearly 18 months and she’s apparently developed a New Jersey accent in that time. My old roommate Trumpet Rob says it was always there, but it seems implausible that I would not notice something so basic.

Hey, I just realized: I didn’t wear any pants to the post office today.

Note: usually I just upload the whole image onto the front page, but you’ll need to zoom in to make any sense of the namedropping I do on this map (I don’t want to ruin it, but Dave Chappelle is mentioned), so there’s no sense doing that here.

Note 2: This is just an update, the final post will detail everything and explain just who all the people we stayed with are and all of my journeys.

Note 3: Today I leave my roadtripping buddy Sandy. I am sad. But we will trip again, this much is certain. She’s too awesome not to go elsewhere with.

I had an idea today, but I didn’t have a scratch piece of paper or notebook handy, so I wrote it on my jeans. That led me to a brilliant and marketable idea: pants you can write on!

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Meshie, I miss you
I have search’d high and low
Where are you? Don’t know

I’m staying in my friend Sandy’s house for the week. I met her roommate two hours ago. Soon after I met her boyfriend Matt.

They’re having sex right now. They’re trying to be quiet, but as you can see from this map,

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| . . . . . . . |
|______|O . . O |
| . . . . . . O |
|______| . . .  |
| Them | . . Me |
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(No, the walls really are that thin), they can’t possibly be that quiet.

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Philosophy as a discipline peaked in ancient Greece. Then Aristotle messed it up.

See, Socrates took questions to the people in power. With Socrates, philosophy and Socratic questioning was enough to scare the church, noblemen and politicians. Socrates was so fantastic, in fact, that Plato spent the entire rest of his life writing little plays in which Socrates was still alive and still asking tough questions. Psychologists would consider Plato traumatized now. I think it was PTSD.

Plato had a school and in that school he taught Aristotle who had some ideas of his own. Aristotle thought, rightly or wrongly, that women were inferior, that slavery was justified and that some people (coincidentally, the lower class) were just weak-willed and could not be taught anything.

That was about 2,500 years ago and you would think that philosophy had outgrown its initial prejudices, but apparently old habits die hard. (more…)