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Aldous

For Better or For Worse

In Aether, Aldous on 3 July 2008 with no comments

Is Incalculability a Defense for Ignorance?
We talk a good deal about pragmatism. It’s as if being pragmatic sidesteps more difficult issues that require time and cerebral resources to sort. Time and cerebral resources we hope to apply to something else, something of more immediate resolve. Some might say, “Don’t worry about the [...]

Holy (No.) One

In Aldous, Foolishness on 23 June 2008 with no comments

George Carlin died yesterday, at the age of 71. It’s hard to estimate Carlin’s value in the Western culture; his Seven Words are, today, somewhat less powerful than they were in 1972, and no matter his one-time popularity, their deflation is not significantly his doing, I think. At his height, TV love scenes [...]

Short Form

In Aldous on 21 June 2008 with no comments

Even sloppy math must take as its precedent the axioms it aims to employ. Every pragmatist must underpin her decision structure, however loosely, on the same combinatorial landscape as does every idealist.
Sloppiness works, and sometimes it works better than fastidiousness. Still, don’t think you can, through a focus on expediency, escape the need [...]

Recursive Synthesis

In Aether, Aldous, Muse, Technology on 6 June 2008 with 2 comments

The Time-independent World Order
I recently read two pieces a synthesis of which might be interpreted to say that all we can hope for in life is to concoct an artifice which distracts us from the impending and concurrent oblivion of purposelessness which would otherwise crush us. This is not idle nihilistic navel gazing, though [...]

Ain’t Got No Sense

In Aether, Aldous on 6 June 2008 with no comments

How can we expect a thing whose success is built on competition and war, to ever truly want, let alone achieve, peace? There is no peace in evolution nor in innovation, nor in sport nor in ambition. The only peace is death, and so as death is the utter defeat of a system, [...]

7:30 a.m. Bus

In Aldous, Uncategorized on 6 June 2008 with 1 comment

She’s used to being pretty. She wears that expertly-blended expectation on her cheeks and eyes. It’s a shade of nostalgia, for days when delusion came more easily. Death dressed up.

Apropos of Transitivity

In Aldous, Foolishness, Uncategorized on 28 May 2008 with 2 comments

It’s Not Irony When It’s Ignorance
I run to catch the bus. I always run after class. The day is hot, I’m in a thin, woolen, long-sleeve pullover. The sun is still a benefactor; give it a week.
I’m waiting in line at the stop, and a younger guy lets me in front of [...]