I’ve been thinking a lot about writing — why people write and, in particular, why I write — and other such silly navel-gazing-type thoughts, and I figured I’d explore some of those ideas through some (albeit very basic) application of writing rationale to various philosophies, as least as best as I understand them with my intro-philosophy and intro-psychology education. If people seem interested, I might turn this into a series. (Suggestions?) But, just so you know, this is likely all bunk, and should be read as such even if it does make for an interesting exploration of how these theories could be applied to the very modern activity of writing for the web, particularly personal and professional blogging. First up: Freud. What first got me [...]
December 13 Do you even have one of those days when, despite things moving along at a healthy pace, you just feel like your brain is a sponge that can’t quite soak up any more orange juice? I was thinking about writing something, but I couldn’t quite find a space to put it in my head. Sometimes writing is like moving furniture: you need a certain amount of space to maneuver the ideas around — and sometimes that just doesn’t happen. I guess it’s good that there is a big holiday break approaching. Ten days off. I don’t deserve it, but I’ll take it. And if I can find a few hours to squeeze this bloated ego dry, all the better.
So… on the radio this morning they were interviewing a pharmacist who was helping to lead the charge to give all pharmacists the right to prescribe certain drugs to people walking in off the street, sans need to actually visit a doctor. If they wanted to be physicians, they should have studied harder. Does anyone else think this would really just blur the lines connecting the already-complex health care beurocracy? I mean, what’s the point of visiting the doctor, building a relationship, accumilating a health profile, understanding the history and nuances of your body, and all that stuff — then having some pharmacist with an ego take a blind stab at your illness. I have enough trouble with myself and the world popping pills for [...]
It’s been an odd sort of week with all those bits of change again. For a long while I was contentedly on that four-month cycle: university term, another university term, summer, repeat. Then there was stability. Three years of only sporadic change with the fundamentals dragging out for much longer. But now, for some reason I’m thinking in fours again. Part of that is Sharyl, moving up next weekend. Another part of that is creative contemplation. I’m thinking about my continuing ed. I’ve made it a bit of a habit to take some evening courses, to register in something creative at a local school, and to learn something out of my element. I’m considering the next round. I’m thinking of taking an art course. Cliche, [...]
