10 thoughts on “Gaaaaaaah.

    • cable + tivo goooood.

      I hardly ever watch live tv anymore because there is so much that gets TiVo’d and then I have plenty to watch when I’m at home. In fact, it’s too much really. I still have stuff from the beginning of the year on the darned box.

  1. Applying to a doctoral program (yes, I will have two masters and a doctorate after all of this, plus a Masters in Education if I wanted it, even though they are worthless) is so damn stressful!!!

    How did I forget about this after only 2 years!!!


    I’m wigging out.

    And now a language requirement? Not one, but two languages!



    Save me. *sigh*


    Lady Z, I do hope you got yourself some of those nifty 24/7 porn channels. Not that one needs anything else, but you can also watch Bill Maher’s show on HBO, and the new season of Weeds, and the new season of ROME, etc. etc. etc.

  3. Jameson weighs in

    Lady Z, just read this by Fred, and thought it seemed appropriate for your newly post-cable life.

    So it is, for instance, that we may lay stress on the importance of physical senstion in nineteenth-century poetry, beginning with some such observation on the social origins of Romantic sensibility in this respect: “In literature and art there was a crisis similar to that which occurred in morals after the Reign of Terror – a veritable crisis of the senses. People had been living in a condition of perpetual fear. When their fear was over, they abandoned themselves to the pleasures of life. Their attention was entirely engrossed in external appearances, in outward forms. The blue heaven, the splendour of sunlight, the beauty of women, sumptuous velvets, iridescent silks, the sheen of gold, the sparkle of diamonds – these were the things that filled them with delight. People lived only with the eyes, and given up thinking.” [Ernest Chesneau, quoted in Plekhanov, Fundamental Problems of Marxism (London, 1929), pp. 74-75n.]
    Yet to “give up thinking” is a more complex and contradictory undertaking than might at first appear. For a little closer examination shows that physical sensation – no matter how hypnotically or oppressively experienced – can never enter language in isolation. Hegel accounted for this when at the opening of the Phenomenology he showed how the most intense experience of the here and now emerges as the verbally abstract, as the emptiest of all genuine content. So it is that the most intense rendering of of the physiological dimension is able to be registered only at the moment at which the entire sensory system sinks ominously toward oblivion: a drowsy numbness pains / My sense….
    For taken individually the various sensations collected by the Romantics fade and wither, and what was the freshest and most vivid in them (felt against the conventional rhetoric of eighteenth-century poetry) comes across the generations to us as the very epitome of the insipid, a dialectical reversal in which pure sensation turns around into its own opposite, its own absence.

    Fredric Jameson, Marxism and Form: Twentieth-Century Dialectical Theories of Literature (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1971), pp. 316-17.

  4. And I do like you. I am just tired of this world with so many people who think that they are great, special or perfect without them actually doing anything to deserve such labels. Its highly frustrating. I work my ass off and have never had a free summer, because all I do is study. I learn, study and work at every aspect.

    I don’t have an opinion. I have many opinions and most of them conflict or contradict. I can argue from any aspect of any issue, and use my imagination to see it from every angle.

    I follow the romantics because I believe in pursuing the intellect through the imagination, to transcend the self to a divine plane and integrate with the spiritual truth that is inherent in our world. We are nothing. We are meaningless. We do not gain. What we do is we pursue truth in order to discover and share in its beauty.

    Why is truth in nature? Because nature is a private affair. You cannot bring nature back with you and show her off. You can experience, enjoy it, and be one with it, but you can never describe it. Wordsworth described the awe after the fact only to describe how it exists. It is a tribute and a song of worship.

    We are nothing. We are never ment to be something. The moment you take yourself as special, or accept other people seeing their selves as special, you deny the truth of the world. We are insignificant, but we are here to find what is significant. I cannot accept anyone who is a pretender or a fake. Lies are the true ugliness.

    Those who think that they and their opinions are one and the same are liars and fakers. Those who believe that their group or their friends are them are fakers. We are individuals, and we are not connected to anything. We are one tiny aspect and we must turn our heads upwards and realize where truth is.

    Apollo was the perfect image of truth, as he was the god of Sun. Truth in its rawest is unbearable for any man to master, and could never claim to be superior.

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