03.19.03: Sorry for the non-communication. I’ve been through some shit, and attempting to self-medicate. Polluting my body helps to rid pollution from my soul. Simone DeBeauvior has helped also, from the grave. Maybe Heidegger was wrong about finitude?

Needless to say, I’ve gone from blind rage and self-loathing to focused hate and despair; good ol’ Faith is back!

Stemming from Kant’s notion of antinomies, I have set forth some facts which, when interpreted, allude to my general well-being (or lack therein).

Updating:

• Reading a great deal of philosophy of language
  
  Interpretations:
  • Dissertation work has started
    
  • I have immediately focused on language and how it can be used to rip out your soul by your ex- girlfriend
    
• Got a new apartment
  Interpretations:
  • I’m now the proud recipient of total freedom and the ability to become a better person
    
  • I’m living in a small room with a guy who placed an ad for anyone who can afford to pay $350/mo.
    
• Got caller ID.
  Interpretations:
  • I am now better able to return phone calls
    
  • I can see how few people actually care enough to call
    
• A comfortable amount of money in my checking account
  Interpretations:
  • I’m finally reaping the benefits of my years of careful study and hard work.
    
  • I don’t get out much anymore--too busy contemplating my failures
    
• It’s warm and sunny in Florida
  Interpretations:
  • I’m living in paradise
    
  • Risk of skin cancer and an early and painful death.
    
• I’ve started working out again
  Interpretations:
  • I’ve made a conscious effort to improve my physical condition
    
  • Physical improvement may mask some of my most obvious character flaws