Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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The forest for the trees
Acacia in Flower (or, Blossoming Acacia Branches) Vincent van Gogh 1890 Lately I have struggled to see the forest for the trees, and for a gloominess of my own creation blanketing the light. I am working to re-discover what a pleasure it is to wake up at dawn, to move my body and tend to my…
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Tuesdays with Geordi: The Naked Now
Making my way through the complete series of Star Trek: The Next Generation, one Tuesday at a time. This week covers Season 1, Episode 2: The Naked Now Single Sentence Synopsis: Fuck Wesley. Recap: The Federation Fam are planning to rendezvous with a scientific research vessel – a sexy scientific research vessel, not a boring…
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Tuesdays with Geordi: First Contact
Making my way through the complete series of Star Trek: The Next Generation, one Tuesday at a time. This week covers Season 4, Episode 15 – First Contact Single Sentence Synopsis: It is better to ask permission than to beg forgiveness. Recap: Dr. Lilith Sternin (formerly Dr. Lilith Sternin-Crane) and Malcor III’s most curmudgeonly government…
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Pity
Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say? ~ Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard Art: Solitary Figure in a Theatre by Edward Hopper, 1903
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The Keyrock Kollection – Volume 2
Saved quotes from my 2013 black Kindle named Keyrock, Part 2 – read Part 1 here. 1/4/18 – The Storied Life of A.J. Fikroy by Gabrielle Zevin People tell boring lies about politics, God, and love. You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite…
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If Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith
Ascension (of Christ) Salvador Dali 1958 ~ 1 Corinthians 15:14 – Happy Easter, fam.
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Pure human fuckery
Nothing like 1,137 pages of 7 point font detailing the horrors of a highly contagious flu to help relax before bed.
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Late at Night Without Me
I watch the sliver of light Under our bedroom door Until I fall asleep alone. It is all I see of you lately, Bathed in electricity. You live your life Late at night Without me.
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Seated Nude
Seated Nude Pablo Picasso 1909
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All the pretty creatures
The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn’t let her. “Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?” she asked me. “The big show is inside my head,” I said. Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions Art: Juan Carlos Verdial
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