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Unorthodoxy
I’m a bit of a perfectionist. For those who know me, this might come as a surprise. I can imagine them asking, “How can you justifiably call yourself a perfectionist when your room looks like that?” It’s a fair point, well made, so perhaps I should be a little more specific. While I’m not the…
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The Banality of Evil
When I first learned who Hitler was (at a rather young age), I pictured him looking something like a cartoon villain. I imagined someone who looked disheveled and unkept, with violent facial features and crazy eyes. Maybe even with an evil moustache. (If you’ve seen Harry Potter, I imagined him looking something like Sirius Black…
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I Live in a Mansion
I live in a mansion. That’s what I tell people, anyway. Technically, it’s the truth. I do live in a mansion, but it’s not actually my mansion. To be completely honest, I have a room in a mansion, and I share the place with something like 24 other people. The mansion itself is actually a…
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Kids Ask Stupid Questions
What’s the stereotpical question that a child would ask? For me, when I think of kids asking questions, the first one that comes to mind is this: “Why is the sky blue?” Kids are stereotypically curious about the world and the way it works, sometimes to the point of annoyance. But that’s alright. Though we…
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I’m a Gambling Man
I owe perhaps more to one philosopher than any other: René Descartes. When I read his first two meditations on philosophy, I was an 18 year old freshly committed to getting his life on track after all of his antics from the high school years prior. I had no idea what I was going to…
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Everybody Loves Waymond
I want to revisit perhaps my favourite movie of all time: Everything, Everywhere, All At Once. Previously, I’ve described the film as grappling with absurdism, defeatism, and nihilism. (You can read my original post here.) In trying to overcome them, I thought it did a great job. The film both validated those difficult philosophical questions,…
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The Wave
I once imagined what it would be like to near the end of my life. (This is very in-character for me.) What would be on my mind? When I thought about what lies ahead and everything that has passed, what would I see? What would I like to see? One of the things I’ve imagined…
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Zen and the Art of Being Out of Your F*cking Mind
I had a professor who pretended to be a Zen master, and asked our class what 2+2 is. Of course, some genius said that the answer is “4”, and instead of a gold star, he got five “whacks” with a stick, since Zen masters have been known to whack their disciples with sticks for giving…
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Writing & Instagram Filters
I’ve always loved writing, ever since I was a boy. I remember I used to write short stories all the time. (It’s safe to say that my genre has changed.) I would print them off, and make little books with them. Once, I even got in trouble for this: my second-grade teacher was fed up…
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