Manifestos
posted by carpo @ 10:52 a.m.
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Philauthorphy
"What is morality?" she asked.
"Judgment to distinguish right and wrong, vision to see the truth, courage to act upon it, dedication to that which is good, integrity to stand by the good at any price. But where does one find it?"
10 February 2008
About Me
- Name: carpo
If I see things not as they are, but as they should be, it is my fault, and my virtue.
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"Whenever you encounter some kind of apparent pleasure, be on guard, as in the case of other appearances, not to be carried away by it, but let the thing wait for you and allow yourself to delay. Then bring before your mind two times, both the time when you enjoy the pleasure and the time when after enjoying it you later regret it and berate yourself; and set against these the way you will be pleased and will praise yourself if you refrain from it. But if the right occasion appears for you to undertake the action, pay attention so that you will not be overcome by its attractiveness and pleasantness and seductiveness, and set against it how much better it is to be conscious of having won this victory against it."
--Epictetus (Encheiridion, 33)
wait you can have less than zero emotion now i do not follow you
You can't. There are two extremes.
Agreedo, the y axis should simply be a measure of happiness instead of emotion, which is a whole chart by itself. Happiness and sadness in your chart would have to be changed to something like joy and anguish respectively.
Dang
Anguish is a nice word
I like what you say. In the second graph especially, the x-axis represents a state of mind, and the y-axis represents the resulting feelings of a state of mind. I think my use of Happiness and Unhappiness is technically correct. But Joy and Anguish are also correct (since these terms are all not defined well), and in terms of style, they are charged.
I don't get it...you'll have to explain it to me. Graphs make my brain hurt. Sorry.
Everything is illuminated :)
I think you should write something again.
I write love letters now. Would you like me to send you one?
I'm a different person but I would like one for what it's worth
You can write me more if you like.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9PqjMSNfkU&feature=related
Write Me a love letter!
Okay, but first you need to
i) give me your address,
and
ii) make me fall in love with you.
a) NGC 1055
b) If you're writing love letters, you must already be in love.
i wrote a love letter for you
maybe it will make you love me?
our bodies two helices
twist, tangled, entwined
my soul is a normal
to your reticulating spline
And I'm utterly in love with your mind.
(now that's a rather frightening thought)
LOVE.
and his mind is MINE.
correction. it's his. damn.
I don't think so, honey, did you SEE the poem I wrote?
CATFIGHT
no.
Will Someone tell me the pattern to these numbers?
1, 21, 57, 31, 74, 44, 6, 33, 19, 1, 38, 59, 6
Can his mind handle that?
Anonymous...you seem to have written many poems, and will surely write many more anon.
But poems won't buy you love.
Anonymous, your words arranged well but they touch my computer screen, not my heart. I don't even know your name.
I am ill at those numbers.
YOU.
we need a new post to comment on, m'boy!
You guys are ridiculous.
perhaps...
so...no love letters or blog posts now?!
happy birthday~
YOU MUST write something new!
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Steve Karp Fanfiction Issue 1
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Stevens in Space
400 Kilometres above the Earths surface a small, unassuming spacecraft in geosynchronous orbit receives its first rays of the morning sun. Soon, the on board sustenance replicators click on as the crew awakens.
“Computer,” the man speaking is Steven Karp, captain and head researcher aboard the DeepLock II, in which he and his crew of one other study the isolating effects of spending long periods of time in outer space “Turn on the televideo screen to the world news, prepare the coffee machine, and play a random selection of Brahms”
The computer obliges with a whir and two clicks as the sounds of newscasters and music fill the living compartment. It is Stevens turn to do the morning tasks so he immediately sets himself about, turning on machines and marking down figures. After about a half an Earth Hour the second in command enters the capsule.
“Morning, Steve” He says.
“Oh, you’re up early, Steven. Didn’t you know that it was my turn to do the morning tasks today?”
“Is it? Oh, you’re right! Well, since I’m already up what’s on the agenda for today?”
“It’s a pretty easy day today, here.” He hands Steve a clipboard with the days tasks listed.
“Thanks.” He looks down at the list. The first few lines read:
1. Check food supplies
2. Asses food consumption
3. If in need of more food supplies continue, if not skip to step 5
4. Steve contact mission control to get a shipment of food
5. Steven check the rats
6. Steven give Steve psych assessment
7. Steve give Steven psych assessment
“Sounds easy enough, I’ll get started checking the food supplies.” And with that Steve leaves the living capsule.
Steve Karp is Steven’s coworker, friend, and clone. Steve was grown 12 years ago and since then he and Steven have worked extremely closely on all of their projects. They have been living together on DeepLock II for the past 3 years.
As Steven continues doing the morning tasks something catches his eye on the televideo.
“Hey Steve,” he calls “you might want to check out the televideo.”
“What is it Stev… Oh my goodness!”
What Steve just noticed is the masked face of a space terrorist. The face begins to speak.
“Greetings inhabitants of Earth, this is the end for all of you. We have been trying for years to change your iconoclastic ways of consuming all the space culture around you. We have given you ample warning and you didn’t listen. Since you feel that you must consume every bit of space culture around you we have decided to forcibly expand your consumption to all forms of matter. There is a black hole bomb at the centre of your planet. You have about ten seconds, may Qaplax carry you to great seas.”
Steven barely had the time to utter the words “what is going on?” before the Earth began to collapse on itself. Looking out the window Steven and Steve think about everything they have ever known disappearing into a singularity before them. The clones each shed a single tear while DeepLock II starts to slowly move as it is sucked toward the centre of the killer black hole that just devoured their home.
TO BE CONTINUED…?
Oh man. Can I get a subscription?
As I say, If there were two of me, I'd be gay.
I guess I'm not needed then...oh, but I am, dear writer, because I happen to know that Steven doesn't drink coffee...
It's kind of a spoiler if I tell you this but the coffee was actually supposed to be for the rats.
well damn me...
what happened to writing things here?
Steven, I check your blog every day and every day I am disappointed. BY YOU.
So I bet that when I do write something, it will be the greatest day of your life. Isn't that worth the wait?
Already come and gone, Steven.
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the 90's again.
c'mon Stevo. We're all WAITING!
Now now, Rosanna, you aren't exactly one to talk. At least he dutifully replies and teases his faithful admirers.
I am indeed a flirt.
Whereas I know nothing about flirting.
Just because you know nothing doesn't mean you can't.
Steven, you really do need to update your blog. come ON!
DO IT NOW.
Hey Steven. I hear you've got a few hour plane ride thing going on around now. Maybe you could use that time productively and write something about Ayn Rand or maybe draw a dream map or something.
house... House.... HOOOOUUUUSSSE
Yummy.
hi steven
STALKER
hey feggie
I loathe Epictetus' view and adore yours :)
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