Oh, and I met an atheistic substance dualist
- by Pixel
16. My parents got me a leather jacket for my 17th birthday. I became a vegetarian at age 18. I still wear that jacket. And no, it’s not hypocritical, damn it.
Dear World,
So, it turns out that one of the other people at my undergrad school was accepted into the University of Southern California with a full ride. That means that two of us have been accepted to top Ph.D. programs. My professor seemed proud and genuinely excited to hear our good fortune.
Anyway, in the past month, I’ve spent time in Washington, Alaska, Arizona, New Mexico, and California. My time in Seattle was lame. I showed up, got a job, got an apartment, lost a few friends, didn’t get to see another, looked for another job, and got accepted into grad school.
After talking to a few friends in NM, being offered a few fly-outs to California and North Carolina, and not making enough money to survive, I realized I’d had enough of the Emerald City. ((What the hell does that even mean? Emerald? How does that work?)) Just then, my friend Kris called and invited me to Alaska. So I hung out with first graders for a week in Anchorage.
When I came back, I drove 33 hours to come back home just in time to fly out to Davis, California. They showed me around campus where I met with philosophers from all walks of white, male, upper-class life. ((Note: exaggeration, Davis philosophy is only 80% white male, which is the industry standard.)) Now, though, I’m back in New Mexico. I’m going to interview for a job tomorrow, have another spring break next week, and fly out to Duke the week after that.
Phew! So that’s my life now, any questions? ((P.S. I write this just to make sure you all know what’s going on with my life, but my life bores me too, so don’t expect any more updates unless something drastically changes.))
Blonka, blonka, blonka,
Pixelation
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16. My parents got me a leather jacket for my 17th birthday. I became a vegetarian at age 18. I still wear that jacket. And no, it’s not hypocritical, damn it. Dear World, So, it turns out that one of the other people at my undergrad school was accepted into the University of Southern California…
Two things:
1. Yes, I have a question: what the frick is a blonka?
2. It’s “Remember, Kids” not “Remember Kids.” Very different meanings. This has been a message from your friendly neighborhood grammar NAZI.
I don’t know what ‘blonka’ is. I just wanted to make up another word that people found annoying. I think I hit the nail on the head.
Wow. Crap. I’ve been writing “Remember Kids” for YEARS and nobody has ever said anything. Not editors, not fans, not readers… Nobody.
Crap. Thanks for that. I feel like a tool.
Glad to be of service.
my name is blonka
thanks