
2007.02.24 • 09:45 • 0 com
Uniting ethics and aesthetics means dropping out metaphysics. Philosophy as therapy comes not in the idea of solving problems, but discovering their futility. From this comes the picture of ikebana vs. houses of cards. Both constructive and critic philosophies imply understanding and dealing with "issues", building or deconstructing systems.The whole idea of a unsystematic philosophy may seem preposterous, yet, outside justifications, thoughts still remain — and they may not necessarily imply slothfull or confused attempts. When we talk about excellence, what we mean is actually an aesthetic feature rather than an analytical one. Genius is genius because it marvelous, and actually, this ability of wonderment itself is the mark of genius.
When we discover ourselves both capable of wonderment and willing the sharing of this wonderment, we have just there the seed of genius. This generosity of mind is a feature of each and every of us. If we have a positive view of philosophy, then it itself is this presentation of wonder — and here we may even jump to the red blossoms of spring: making a very long and tortuous concatenation of wonders may not necessarily have the force and brightness of a single simple gesture. It is maybe time to make “sophistication” an idea of wonder and simulacrum rather than a violent machinery of concepts driven by boredom and groans of self-justification and bravata.
The idea that a person studies the complexities of nature and mind and then writes about his well concatenated thoughts about this mass of concepts, trying to present a coherent — and sometimes even supposedly final! — description or prescription of things, is just the particular autism of a class of beings who self-proclaimed themselves “philosophers”. Realizing this there’s actually no need to criticize those even worse “philosophical zombies” who amuse themselves in the intricacies of such diseased past genius and their “wonders”.
Nonetheless, the high realizations of the human spirit may be present even in these, since there’s no waste of possible wonderment even in the boredom of the furthestt recesses of the mind. To write conclusions or present possible faults is child play compared to the arranging of possibilities in a wondrous array.
On the other hand, surfing is not easier on the top of the wave; and what tsunami of consciousness the wonderment of final achievement! Just drop a single flower in the dirty marquise and watch as the sun brightens the missing folded petal in artistless art.

Funniest mindless movie of the last few years. McLovin is the best, and the other guys grew on me.
In his job he needs to undervalue the suffering of others in order to make more money. Then there’s the smell, the ass and the eye. The degree of objectification of desire is in direct proportion to the self-debasement of the indulger. By degrading the other, he nullifies himself. The very indifference to the overjealous ones, the suppressed recalcitrant losers of the world, is what causes their victims to exist. Great disturbing movie.
A lost science fiction PBS movie with Taoist undertones is a real find, right? A guy discovers his dreams change reality—when he wakes up he finds himself in a world where the content of his dreams have actually happened. He of course gets scared after a couple of nightmares, seeks relief in drugs, and then, because of them, is lead to a psychiatrist. 
Here's for all the sissy Apple lovers out there... This is the ultimate design for my old Duron, which faithfully downloaded well over one terabyte (mostly movies, 1300+) always on 24/7/365 over the last four years. It also runs Apache and is a file and printer server, as well as a router for my home network (with four, also damn old and beautiful computers). Sometimes I dust it off with a vacuum cleaner.
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In imdb a user commented: "Annoying little transition into some sort of regurgitated independent film values finds this shallow project from Brad Silberling offering little and providing less in this embarrassingly exploitive work." I agree, yet it is still watchable — even more so if you understand how clichê is the fabricated spontaneity in it. It is as if independent movie has aquired its own hollywood-like formulaicism. So it kind of becomes an interestingly consumated aesthetic portrail of so many cult-status fabricated stylishness examples we see around. Many people liked 







