Philosophy Essays, Reflections, Discussion
So What Did It Mean To Be A Human Back Then, In The Old Dayz (Days with a "Z" Because I Can)
Take It Casually, A Story - Part One
Yo Dude, You're Just like Everyone Else
Jonny D Dialogue 4 - Yo Dude, You're Just Like Everyone Else
“Ya know I have all these abstract thoughts and big plans about apocalyptic conflict.”
“Yea, what about 'em?”
“Well, when it comes to writing, shit is never realized, I never get the feedback and shit, I just write words and they mean nothing the next day, where is the emotional involvement? Writing is just an excuse to drink tea or wine or something I think.”
“Thats bullshit, people love your writing, you're very talented.”
What You Need to Understand and Preferably Also Not Understand
I realized two days after the end before the beginning and upon subsequent completion the end was the beginning is the end. Words man, words say things, they open up a world of indefinite reality set upon vinyl to a record player of life. A side, B side, each has its qualities and each has its way of being. Can the tortoise shell glasses redeem the sacrificial lamb from its wrongs upon the hill of judgment? Can a semi-religious statement be made to seem like one come from the mouth of a non-believer? Mark off the prices of idiosyncratic Black Friday stores, raid them for their wares, for their solutions to ancient living. Turn statements and maxims on their heads and understand than going forth, that moving is preferable to standing still. Relativity doesn't apply here Einstein, understand this kind of statement too is funny because it confronts an expression. Understand wordplay might be more important than understanding, that the Black Forest contains secrets of mythological understanding set upon a pedestal of nothingness and lies. Understand that saying you are mighty fine and being mighty fine are one in the same. There is no lie at play here. The cliché goes that people always lie when they say “I'm fine” but in this case you should speak it truly. You are fine. You are alive. You are fine. You breathe. You are fine. You can eat a calzone and send that motherfucker down your throat, through your digestive tract and enjoy the crap out of it.
Enough Is Enough Creative Prompt
Here's an opporunity to create. Saint Anselm is currently involved in Enough Is Enough, a campaign against bullying, violence, and abuse. As a collective effort, we were asked to produce some sort of artistic, literary or musical response to the mission this campaign has set forth.
Enough Is Enough has provided us with some information they'd like to convey. The boundaries are grey and the space is unlimited; do with this as you will. I'm excited to see what comes out of this!
The Seasons, How It Cames to This, How the Faux-Manifesto, My Mouth, and Good Faith Ended It, and Why Things Organized Neatly Proved Out to Be a Godsend
Repentance is something I thought I had long done away with. What I never realized is that it is a theme constantly replaying in my life. After undergoing the events of the past few weeks, I realize I have some serious atonement to do for past acts.
This summer I called it atonement by work. By working manual labor and beating myself everyday against the walls of houses with my paintbrush I found myself redeemed.
This Fall I have no clue what my atonement will be, all I know is I fucked up and its time to earn my forgiveness. The hard part about this season is I have no idea how to atone for what I have done. This is a new theme.
Seven Deadly Sins by Deana Del Vecchio
Seven Deadly Sins by Deana Del Vecchio
This was an honors project for Philosophy 105, Nature and the Human Person
I am a sophomore Physics student who has a great appreciation for art and uses photography as a
means of expression.
Great Books Society: Harry Potter Book Discussion
Bradley House Lounge
5:30 Thursday the 29th
Food and Refereshments provided.
"Happiness can be found even at the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light." - Dumbledore
Pulitzer Prize Recipient and Poet Laurean Maxine Kumin
Wednesday, October 12, 7 p.m., NHIOP Auditorium
An Excerpt of Something Not Read at Open Mic (Now With 100% More Pretentiousness, Long Titles, and Semi-Witty Asides!)
An Excerpt From My Fake Manifesto - A Manifesto of Non-Collective Bargaining, of Individual Expression, of Striding Forth, of Dealing With the Teleological-Suspension of the Ethical, of the End of Self-Reflection, Introspection, and Other “ion” Words
AKA – What a Philosophy Final Should Be
An Example of Why I Know Nothing
Words Written to Approximately Twenty Cups of Water and Big Band
by Jeremy Munro
2011 Philosophy Picnic/Softball Game Pictures
2011-Philosophy Picnic Full Album
Despite a 9-4 faculty lead going into the last inning, the students came back for a 12-9 victory.
death cab for... the culturally understood?
when people ask me what my favorite band is, i have a hard time answering. i love cocorosie but explaining their style and how i listen to it is too difficult for a simple, shallow conversation. i also can’t answer with ‘the playlist whose title matches my mood’ because that’s too vague and precarious and never a nice thing to respond with. so i default to death cab for cutie. it’s weird hearing people’s opinions on them. sometimes they’ll laugh and remember how awesome and visceral those concerts were, or sometimes they’ll smile and breathe out a nostalgic “ohhhyeah!” and recall their older favorite songs.
Three Pictures of Humanity
Three Pictures of Humanity
by Jeremy Munro
# 1 – The Hipster
Podcast: "Whither Quantum Computing" by Barry Sanders
"Whither Quantum Computing"
by Dr. Barry Sanders
iCore Chair of Quantum Information Science at the University of Calgary
Presented at the Math Physics Seminar at Saint Anselm College, February 22, 2011.
The Slide Show that went with the lecture can be found here.
(Click with the mouse to advance the slides.)
Catch Me If You Can by Kimberly Martel
Catch Me If You Can
My life began in 469 BC,
in the ancient land of Athens,
which gave birth to Western philosophy.
Conversing by the Coliseum is where I’d reside;
pondering life’s questions consumed most of my time.
I didn’t do this for money,
no my lessons were free;
I had little concern for material possessions nor the practice of sophistry.
The clever man can dazzle and appear to be what is not,
though through the teachings of rhetoric,
truth is never taught.
Honest philosophy is uncomfortable;
it can judge us or force us to judge ourselves.
“What does it profit a man to have a keen understanding, but not live well?”
Sophia is my child whom I cherish, nurture, and love;
a virtue of the highest universal form,from the world of being, above.
I followed her beauty, though fellow citizens couldn’t understand;
claiming I was corrupting the youth,
they banned me from their land.
A purpose placed upon me by the mortal man,
to the guiding voice from within.
Rather than wandering, I acted out of honor,
making my telos to be remembered as philosophy's martyr.
Little did they know, their punishment,
in truth, was my reward.
Ignorance of small minds restricts the soul from moving toward,
the only idea worth aligning with one’s focus;
the flaming fire, which awoke us
and broke us out of the cave,
freeing our being.
We’re no longer appearances’ slave.
Podcast: Duane Bruce, Heart Speaks to Heart: A Celebration of Blessed John Henry Cardinal Newman
Associate Dean of Saint Anselm College
"Heart Speaks to Heart: A Celebration of Blessed John Henry Cardinal Newman"
Presented at Saint Anselm College, November 30, 2010.
New Art Theater's production of Oedipus Rex at Dana Center this week only
New Art Theatre in "Oedipus Rex"
New Art Theatre, a professional company dedicated to the performance of classical and innovative works, re-stages their critically acclaimed production of Oedipus Rex. The clarity and beauty of this contemporary translation by poet Stephen Berg and classicist Diskin Clay combines with New Art Theatre's dynamic array of visual and musical design techniques to capture the timeless power of Sophoclean drama for present day audiences in this greatest of all Greek tragedies, Oedipus the King.
Life in Hell
The most brilliant people--recognized or unrecognized geniuses--I have met, read, and admired don't hate God, their parents or the world, nor do they harbor disdain people at all (save maybe for rich people--that particular kind of rich people). They don't conform to any of the stereotypes portrayed in the cartoon in the first image, and despite an acute awareness of all that's wrong with the world, their kind eyes do not judge and do not scorn. Now there may be people who do in fact match up more or less to these descriptions and ones like it by Matt Groening, but I wonder what bitterness in his heart led to such an unlearned, general critique of Modernity.