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the air is crystalline, faceted by the sharp cold that keeps me inside, fretting, reading in small disinterested chunks, clutching a hot mug with a twin-towered new york skyline. saw an intense police takedown right outside my window, undercover vehicle ambushing from 'our' alley up the road the wrong way to come face to face with a car that nearly hit the streetcar, screeching to a halt. guns blazing, badge slapped against streetcar door, congratulatory debriefing. i'm knitting a green rectangle out of some kind of alpaca/silk/wool blend; the first time i've actually really gone for nice yarn and needles, and it is indeed a sublime little task, though my hands and wrists take much abuse as is. it is the application season, a poor time to be hating and fearing the world with such vigorous apathy and disregard and painful unrequited love. i hope your perspective looks a little better over my cold shoulder.

anyway, look at 'unusual languages'. you won't regret taking the time to watch the whole thing...

"...It is meant as a strong statement on the existence and value of many different kinds of thinking and interaction in the world where how close you can appear to a specific one of them determines whether you are seen as a real person or an adult or an intelligent person, and in a world in which those determine whether you have any rights..."

this came at such an odd time, as i try to deal and try to figure out what the hell i'm going to say about nonconceptual content for one of my cog sci classes. is very weird; interesting. is this not emblematic of such a thing? what has analytic philosophy done to us? please advise.

yours,

miss kellista

p.s. also, for the love of goodness look at the previous post about the mysterious bee deaths.

p.p.s. isn't it awesome how i never shut up about the weather?