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&lt;br /&gt;
"The continuance of the Christian ideal is one of the most desirable things there are - even for the sake of the ideals that want to stand beside it and perhaps above it - they must have opponents, strong opponents, if they are to become strong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thus we immoralists require the power of morality: &amp;nbsp;our drive of self-preservation wants our opponents to retain their strength - it only wants to become master over them." - Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-3700236754851174617?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3700236754851174617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=3700236754851174617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3700236754851174617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3700236754851174617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/food-for-thought-continuance-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-8605373190298403673</id><published>2011-09-30T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:18:52.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fairy Tale is Over - A (Long) Diatribe</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So at
long last there was another royal wedding.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;I wrote this before the actual wedding, so it may seem a little dated,
but I still think it is relevant.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(Yes,
I know Charles remarried a few years back, but no one cared about that embarrassing
affair, and this wedding is not the same.)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Princess
Catherine (Kate Middleton) is no Princess Diana.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not sure if that’s good or bad.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She’s 28, as opposed to Diana’s age of 19
when she got married- the new princess is college-educated, and apparently has
worked as a buyer.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Opposing Di’s
nannying and no education.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Catherine comes
from an intact family of basically commoners while Diana was a Lady who
effectively was raised by her father, her mother having abandoned her at a
young age.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kate,
having dated Prince William for eight years and weathered more than one
break-up and his “partying,” does not seem to be either the babe-in-the-woods
or the emotional basket case Diana appeared to be.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, look who Kate got, compared to
Charles!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;William
and Kate are the same age, went to the same school, know each other well.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She seems very self-possessed, not too camera
shy or frightened, SO she probably will fight right in with the royal family.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But she’s
no Diana, because she doesn’t appear to have the faults that Di had that
endeared her to the public- the “people’s princess.”&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Diana’s faults seemed understandable—forgivable.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She, on the one hand was gorgeous,
fashionable, tall and magnificent.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She
just could never fit in with the family.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Even with all her money, beauty and all that, people sympathized with
her.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was in a loveless marriage with
Charles cheating, she supposedly had a borderline personality and was
bulimic.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You could feel her sadness; it
was read.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her
empathy with victims, orphans, AIDs patients, etc. may have just been because
of the charities she had to do out of duty.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;But so did Charles, and the rest of the family, have those obligations,
yet Diana seemed like one of them, the real, suffering people, not like a
patronizing royal.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She
desperately wanted a normal life she could never have- a real marriage, for one
thing, which Charles nixed.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sure, she
was no intellectual heavyweight, but Charles knew that beforehand (not that he
is Einstein either).&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Apparently her
beauty was too much for Charles and didn’t keep him from hideous Camilla
Parker-Bowles.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;People
got it -- Diana was spurned by a man who was lucky to even have her—she was way
too beautiful, too popular- he, showing his complete insecurity and dominance
by his mother, couldn’t stand to be upstaged by Diana.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They wanted her, not him.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He fancies himself serious, intelligent, and
made her out to be an hysterical woman, while cheating on her.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He simply could not handle her.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even
though she was fragile, given to irrational behavior and emotional problems
apparently- and selfish, as they all are, she had an openness and vulnerability
that made people want to be in her presence- to care, to sympathize, just as
she did with those who suffered.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That
empathy cannot be faked, and she had it.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;A good heart.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It may not seem
like much but a princess’ visit in the hospital ward was enough to brighten
many people’s lives!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It seems
like, from over here at least, that the mystery, the thrill, is gone.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Granted, the tabloids left little of it a
mystery anyway- but Diana had an aura, an allure that made people want to know
what made her tick.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Although we hear
little to nothing here in the U.S. about Camilla, there’s no mystery there, or
rather, no one wants to know – her charisma is lacking, she seems tough as
nails, she’s not attractive, and she stole Charles.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Although
no Camilla, (which would be hard), Kate Middleton is not in Di’s league.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She seems rather plain Jane, she will not be
a fashion trend-setter, and she is pretty but not glamorous.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The fairy tale is not here, there is no ingénue-
she is an experienced adult, not the girl Diana who had to turn into an adult
in front of the entire world.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It remains
to be seen what Kate will do, but at least to me, she seems more like Camilla
(although better looking and a nice person).&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Because
she doesn’t have that mystery, that aura, that presence that we had in the “real”
princess.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t look like she
needs a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t look like she needs
anything.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t appear or present
herself as anything but capable, quite at ease, confident- loved.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Since
she doesn’t need anything, are WE needed?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Do we even need to care?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Is she
capable of empathy ?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Diana’s
flaws were the kind that made her interesting – a phenomenon – someone with
genuine hurt- who felt it and could feel it in others.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The thousands of miles of class-nobility,
money, fame, beauty, that separated us – she crossed that span effortlessly –
by being herself.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was human:&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;imperfect, hurting, desperate, rejected,
selfish, searching, making mistakes (big ones) – talking too much, she worked
the press while deriding it – but she learned to survive.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was not a natural at being in the
spotlight.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Someone like her needed
approval, the approval of everyone including the public- and it was a horrible
task to have to always be liked or good enough.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;People
want to feel like they are needed – or have the capability of being able to
help.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Older women saw in Diana that she
wanted acceptance and unconditional love and approval – she showed it– and they
knew they could help and did.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Younger women
knew they could commiserate with Diana’s marriage break-down, her bulimia, her
self-esteem issues, her looking for a place to fit in- to have a security she couldn’t
find.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps
her greatest charity was in presenting herself (whether consciously or not) –
being real – and allowing others to be that way too.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe she could understand since she was as
vulnerable and insecure as many people.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;This didn’t take away from her glamour, it gave her authenticity.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her charity was not patronizing, or smug and
condescending- but rather helping, because she knew what was felt.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t
her giving to the needy from a position of grandeur- rather it was her giving
because she needed THEM to give to HER.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;She affirmed the sick, the poor, the dying, etc. because she sought
affirmation herself.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She had something
to receive as well as to give- “sharing,”- she needed it too.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;
Can someone like Kate, so
self-assured, proper, seemingly unflustered- does she really FEEL?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That’s what Di did.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Since Diana felt, she could feel for others,
and that’s what WE felt.&lt;/div&gt;
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Following in Di’s footsteps is no
small task any way you look at it. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But
it may be that that era – that seeming fairy tale- is over, not to be relived,
or forgotten.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-8605373190298403673?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8605373190298403673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=8605373190298403673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8605373190298403673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8605373190298403673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/fairy-tale-is-over-long-diatribe.html' title='The Fairy Tale is Over - A (Long) Diatribe'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-503243364870911156</id><published>2011-06-15T06:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T06:09:17.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some short comments about the free will thing</title><content type='html'>One of the worst defenses for free will is that determinism may be true, but if the common person finds out, all hell will break loose.&amp;nbsp; No one will then be morally responsible, or can be held to that standard, once the "cover is blown."&amp;nbsp; Among many arguments against this, is that just because one gains the knowledge, it does not follow that he will choose to commit crimes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because the defense is basically, "If they find out the truth, they will use their "free will" to escape responsibility, commit crimes and bad acts, loaf in bed all day, quit going to work, or doing ANYTHING."&amp;nbsp; This is inane, since finding out the truth doesn't "free" one from determinism.&amp;nbsp; You'd do the same thing you are determined to do- the knowledge wouldn't change anything- although it MIGHT be determined that certain people will, after gaining this knowledge, commit crimes, it doesn't follow that the person did so of their own "free will."&lt;br /&gt;
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Because you can't have both.&amp;nbsp; If the knowledge precedes new action, that was inevitable, given all the factors, the gained knowledge being one of the factors contributing to the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just like if you could read the future and see who your spouse will be, and if you don't like it, you can't just avoid the marriage.&amp;nbsp; It's inevitable that you will, somehow, even against your preference and all effort to avoid it.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise, the future you saw was not the truth- not real.&amp;nbsp; If you can change the future from what it otherwise would be, you could never predict it with certainty (and that's the case now, although if we had complete knowledge of the present we would be able to see what the inevitable future is).&lt;br /&gt;
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In fact, you could never predict any outcome of any of your own actions either.&amp;nbsp; If libertarian free will, which amounts to randomness, is the case, any choice you make, the ensuing result would be up for grabs, every time.&amp;nbsp; All the things we take for granted, such as relying on automobiles, airplanes, tools, etc. are not random happenstance - if decisions are to mean anything, they must be based on some degree of predictability.&amp;nbsp; The law of gravity will not suddenly cease to exist- we can be quite reliably certain that if we drop a ball, it will fall.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other words, if determinism is true, and people "taught" it widely, and people actually believed it, there would be no mass inertia, or mass hysteria.&amp;nbsp; Life would go on as usual, as intended.&amp;nbsp; Like me, and all types of determinists, we just do what the day brings us.&amp;nbsp; We get out of bed somehow, react to our environment, learn, remain law-abiding, get to work, etc., all without "free will," and us knowing it doesn't make us suddenly OBTAIN free will so that we can willy nilly commit crimes knowing we can't be held responsible!&lt;br /&gt;
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Just briefly it is quite possible that none of us can actually avoid living under the illusion of "free will," even if we intellectually do not believe it to be true.&amp;nbsp; It may be a state of nature that we are "programmed" to think we are in control, we make choices as free agents, and we could have done otherwise.&amp;nbsp; There may be very good reasons for us to live in this illusion- I won't get into.&lt;br /&gt;
More later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-503243364870911156?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/503243364870911156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=503243364870911156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/503243364870911156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/503243364870911156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-short-comments-about-free-will.html' title='Some short comments about the free will thing'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-8703333184056595335</id><published>2011-06-10T15:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:42:46.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="zemanta-img separator" style="clear: right;"&gt;&lt;img alt="What The Dog Saw" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4225183976_2f13e18b50_m.jpg" style="border: medium none; font-size: 0.8em;" width="180" /&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution" style="clear: both; float: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 180px;"&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70884545@N00/4225183976"&gt;Bill McIntyre&lt;/a&gt; via Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would somebody tell me why, oh why, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malcolm_Gladwell" rel="wikipedia" title="Malcolm Gladwell"&gt;Malcolm Gladwell&lt;/a&gt; is hottest thing since sliced bread?&amp;nbsp; It irritates me to no end that he is a regular contributor to my favorite magazine, “&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.newyorker.com/" rel="homepage" title="The New Yorker"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/a&gt;.”&amp;nbsp; The magazine is usually quite discriminating with its writers/contributors.&amp;nbsp; Although by no means do I find them all interesting, Gladwell stands out- like a sore thumb- for his widely celebrated, yet plainly obtuse, articles and books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This guy’s “talent” is in stating the obvious. Period.&amp;nbsp; That’s bad enough, but he states the obvious, and then analyzes it to death (as if analysis is needed).&amp;nbsp; He does this, ostensibly seriously, in order to enlighten readers.&amp;nbsp; So, he must believe one of two things.&amp;nbsp; Either he fails to see the obviousness of his craft, or he himself does see it, but counts on most readers to be ignorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If the former, he is simply ignorant himself. If the latter, he is making a bet (a rather safe bet) that &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.history.com/topics/states" rel="historycom" title="The States"&gt;Americans&lt;/a&gt; don’t know very much, and don’t care, and are willing to accept what he presents, uncritically.&amp;nbsp; And, with astonished admiration for this apparently innovative, profound thinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not only does he state the obvious, he supports his grand theories with evidence that he propounds in such a manner as though he were the first to figure this out, the first to describe the support for the theory, as if he is the only one smart enough, or skilled enough, to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is the joke on me?&amp;nbsp; The fact that his books are on the &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.newyorktimes.com/" rel="homepage" title="New York Times"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt; best seller list for weeks is not surprising- so is &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.danbrown.com/" rel="homepage" title="Dan Brown"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.myspace.com/everything/john-grisham" rel="myspace" title="John Grisham"&gt;John Grisham&lt;/a&gt;, Dr. Atkins, and that “Twilite” author, whatsername.&amp;nbsp; What is surprising is that “The New Yorker” features him so prominently.&amp;nbsp; There must be something amiss here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing I thought of was that perhaps Gladwell sees himself as writing “&lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game_theory" rel="wikipedia" title="Game theory"&gt;Game Theory&lt;/a&gt; for Dummies” – or, insert any of these:&amp;nbsp; Neuroscience, Economics, Sociology, Nanotechnology, etc.&amp;nbsp; And he takes his ideas from scientific and medical journals, from philosophers long dead; etc. &amp;nbsp;because he knows most people are not knowledgeable on these subjects.&amp;nbsp; I can see it now.&amp;nbsp; His next article:&amp;nbsp; “The &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth" rel="wikipedia" title="Earth"&gt;Earth&lt;/a&gt; Is Indeed Not Flat.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He takes the idea and provides it in Cliff’s Notes form to make it as simple as possible to understand, and presents it as his own novel, astonishing, ground-breaking idea.&amp;nbsp; The credit he gives is minimal and seems like an afterthought.&amp;nbsp; It’s almost like he data mines, then pawns the stuff he discovers off as largely his own idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The book “Blink” presented supposedly new and incredible ideas, when the science it is based on was already at least five years old and common knowledge to those who care about the subject matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thing is, Gladwell doesn’t appear to be any specialized professional – just a rehasher.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if that could be a title, Professional Rehasher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You may say that his talent is IN the rehashing, providing “scientific” and other esoteric, obscure theories to the average reader, because he knows the odds are that the average reader does not know.&amp;nbsp; If he can simplify it and make it somewhat “sexy” to appeal to the masses while presenting himself as an authority, he will laugh all the way to the bank.&amp;nbsp; I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I never considered doing that.&amp;nbsp; So perhaps I am envious of his ingenuity (of course there are others like him, but he’s the “it” guy right now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whether he’s ignorant or somewhat of a shyster, I must admit, he has mastered the art of presenting the obvious, or old news, as something fresh, up and coming, perhaps radical, and as something he himself largely figured out, and he deigns to speak it to the undereducated masses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He has managed not only sell scores of books and become wealthy, he is also presented as an intellectual authority, as someone to be reckoned with, and to be taken seriously.&amp;nbsp; Hence, his writing takes on a gravitas it does not deserve.&amp;nbsp; However, I am just surprised that the common knowledge he writes so incredulously about is not common knowledge to more people.&amp;nbsp; At least to those interested enough in the subject matters of his stuff to bother to read him.&amp;nbsp; And to the readers of The New Yorker, who haven’t complained enough to get his stuff banned from the magazine. Not that he should be banned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My own theory is that this situation is like “The &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Emperor%27s_New_Clothes" rel="wikipedia" title="The Emperor's New Clothes"&gt;Emperor’s New Clothes&lt;/a&gt;.”&amp;nbsp; Readers of his work all know it is b.s., it obnoxious, and takes no genius to write…..however, since he, like the Emperor, is “royalty,” or a favored son, we readers fear to point out that the Emperor has no clothes.&amp;nbsp; We mistrust our own judgment—we can’t believe that the Emperor would be so silly and inept, and who are we to say anything? Maybe we’re blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And maybe I AM blind.&amp;nbsp; Maybe the Emperor IS &lt;a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clothing" rel="wikipedia" title="Clothing"&gt;wearing clothes&lt;/a&gt; and I’m the one so simple-minded as to think he’s not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I’m going to be like that lad in the tale who yelled out that the clothes were missing. There’s a chance I’ll embarrass myself for doing so, but I’ll venture that I’m not the one who should be embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Three Arguments Against Determinism - by Greg Boyd&lt;br /&gt;
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March 23rd, 2011&lt;br /&gt;
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There was an interesting article in the NY Times yesterday by John Tierney entitled “Do You Have Free Will? Yes, It’s The Only Choice“.&lt;br /&gt;
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The article reviews research that suggests that everybody intuitively believes people are morally responsible only for actions they could have refrained from doing and that when people don’t believe they are free they tend to behave more unethically. Hence, if free will is in fact an illusion, it is an illusion that is hard wired into us and one that is extremely helpful, if not absolutely necessary, for ethical behavior. If you believe in God and yet deny the reality of free will, you have to wonder why the Creator would hard-wire us to be so thoroughly self-deceived. In any event, I thought I’d offer three other pragmatic arguments for free will along the lines covered in this article.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Incoherence of Ordained Morality. I would argue that the association of moral responsibility and free will is not only deeply intuitive, as the article suggests, it is also logically necessary. That is, I would argue that denying the association of moral responsibility and free will results in incoherence. For example, when a Calvinist asserts something like: “God ordains that Satan does evil in such a way that God remains morally holy for ordaining Satan to do evil while Satan becomes morally evil for doing what the all-holy God ordained him to do,” I submit they are asserting something that is beyond counter-intuitive; it is utterly incoherent. For a concept to have meaning it must have some rooting in our experience, at least by analogy. A concept for which there is no analogy in our experience is a vacuous concept. Yet, after decades of asking, I have yet to find anyone who can provide an analogy by which we might give meaning to the concept of an agent being morally responsible for what God ordained them to do. (I develop this argument at length in response to Paul Helseth in Four Views of Divine Providence).&lt;br /&gt;
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Determinism is Self-Refuting. If free will is an illusion and everything is predetermined, then the ultimate cause of why a person believes that free will is an illusion and everything is predetermined is that they were predetermined to do so. But it’s hard to see how a belief can be considered “true” or “false” when it is, ultimately, simply a predetermined event. The snow falling outside my window right now is due to the fact that preexisting conditions determined it to be so. But we wouldn’t say that the snowfall is “true” or “false.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Refuting Determinism By Action. You know what a person truly believes by how they act more than by what they say, for we often think we believe something when in fact we don’t. (E.g. the husband who convinces himself he loves his wife even though he mistreats her, cheats on her, etc.). On this basis I’d like to suggest that everyone who deliberates believes in free will, even if they think they do not, for its impossible to deliberate without acting on the conviction that the decision is up to you to resolve. For example, I am this moment deliberating about what to work on when I finish this blog. Should I work on a peace essay for a book collection that is due at the end of this week or should I finish reading a book by Andrew Sullivan that I started two days ago? As I weigh the pros and cons of both possibilities, I cannot help but manifest my conviction that I genuinely could opt for either one of these alternatives and that it is up to me to decide which I will choose. In other words, I reveal a deep rooted conviction that I am free as I deliberate, and the same holds true for every deliberation anyone engages in. There simply is no other way to deliberate. People may sincerely think they believe in determinism, but they act otherwise, and must act otherwise, every time they deliberate. The great American philosopher Charles Pierce argued that a belief that cannot be consistently acted on cannot be true. If he’s right about this - and I believe he is - then determinism must be false.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-8931185317559009457?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8931185317559009457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=8931185317559009457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8931185317559009457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8931185317559009457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/three-arguments-against-determinism.html' title='Three Arguments Against Determinism'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-4059115459825385490</id><published>2011-04-25T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T08:34:23.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words That Need to be Banned ASAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="zemanta-img separator" style="clear: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36839747@N04/5353497557" style="clear: right; display: block; float: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img alt="Deepak Chopra at MSPAC event" height="159" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5241/5353497557_5d33d93b4a_m.jpg" style="border: none; font-size: 0.8em;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution" style="clear: both; float: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 240px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36839747@N04/5353497557"&gt;tobin.t&lt;/a&gt; via Flickr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Vetted." &amp;nbsp;Unless referring to a veteran, a veterinarian, or a Corvette.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Evidence-based Medicine."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Postmodern."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Worldview."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Welcome aboard! (when starting a new job)" &amp;nbsp;Unless you are on a ship.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Metrics."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quantum physics." &amp;nbsp;Unless you're actually a physicist (and no, Deepak Chopra is not).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Wiki" anything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Bonus parent."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Missional."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Think Outside the Box."- &amp;nbsp;I think it's time to start thinking back inside the box again!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And a boring diary too. Her "problems" really aren't that problematic. Her solution of traveling the world and taking a huge amount of time off work, to cavort with assorted men, etc., is not realistic for most of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Her decision to divorce is not explained well; it seems as if she just got sick of her spouse. Selfish, complaining and whining, self-absorbed to the point of narcissism, and supremely confident that the reader will sympathize with her and her mundane writing....I just cannot believe everyone loved this book so much!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tipping-Point-Little-Things-Difference/dp/0316346624/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1303739849&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Tipping-Point-Little-Things-Difference/dp/0316346624/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1303739849&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4 class="g-b" style="font-size: small; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;                  This is news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;This book was a disappointment. It basically stated the obvious, that certain factors "tip" people one way or another- context, persuasion, genetics, etc., and produce trends as well as personal preferences. There wasn't anything in here that was not common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;For example, the chapter on why teenagers still start smoking even after decades of health warnings, etc., provided no new insight. Basically, the reason provided was that kids don't start smoking because the action of smoking is cool; they start smoking because the SMOKERS are cool. In other words, cool people smoke, just like they do other things. So to be cool, you'll emulate the cool people. And smoking is one thing you can do to be like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Also, the author states that genetics is the reason why certain smokers become addicted (every-day smoking of several cigarettes per day, with great difficulty in quitting including withdrawal symptoms) and why other people can smoke very few cigarettes in a week, every week, for example, and easily stop doing that with no problem. Since the concept of "social smokers" is quite well known now, I don't think this was any revelation. Just like not every social drinker becomes an alcoholic, not every social smoker becomes a hard-core nicotine fiend. And doesn't genetics cause pretty much everything? I've heard a figure of 80% of our behavior, traits, intelligence, etc. is genetic. This may or may not be true, but the proposition that nature, rather than nurture, is controlling us is not a new idea either. The "masses" won't be impressed with his ideas on genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;This book was also very short. I would have appreciated much more substance, and just more MATERIAL in general. Thankfully I got this from the library so I didn't waste my money on a short, dissatisfying book that states the obvious and expects the public to be wowed by the "insight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The author seems to have rattled off this book in one sitting, perhaps as an afterthought, for what reason, I don't know. I also sensed a patronizing tone throughout. I get the impression by reading it that he wrote this first as an outline for some high school sociology class, and then tried to expand it to something that the great "unwashed masses" would take as a serious, scholarly work. Well, I'm sure that even the "masses" aren't that easily impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;So I do not recommend wasting your time on this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie" style="height: 15px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://www.zemanta.com/" title="Enhanced by Zemanta"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enhanced by Zemanta" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/zemified_e.png?x-id=1cd11aed-0525-4dd7-a9c2-4814e167e78e" style="border: none; float: right;" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-4370190907696791269?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4370190907696791269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=4370190907696791269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/4370190907696791269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/4370190907696791269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/check-out-my-book-review.html' title='Check out my book review...&quot;The Tipping Point&quot;'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1136/822382161_ed87d46f15_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-7943680246588759772</id><published>2011-03-26T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T13:40:30.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, LIZ TAYLOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SG5i6vmKFbA/TY4ysefONGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JCEx-yNEA0M/s1600/liz3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SG5i6vmKFbA/TY4ysefONGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JCEx-yNEA0M/s320/liz3.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I somehow feel sad that Liz has died. It’s amazing she was only 79; I thought she had to be older. She’d been on her deathbed on so many occasions it’s like she had nine lives. (Well, do eight husbands count? Counting Richard Burton twice.)&lt;br /&gt;
Richard Burton was my favorite out of all her husbands. The two just WERE Hollywood royalty, between their selfish affairs and divorces, boozing, extravagant spending, fighting, yelling, partying, etc. They just exuded passion….enough to try marriage again after they were first divorced, although it didn’t last long. Two powerful, loud personalities, each refusing to give in, each loving themselves first above all, and yet, they had something magical that kept drawing them together. And kept drawing us, her fans, in.&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps they were birds of a feather…their lifestyle choices certainly were shared willingly. Although Richard may have been the better actor, Liz was by far the more popular and adored.&lt;br /&gt;
Even as she trashed other people’s lives and marriages, barreling ahead full force into marriage after marriage, and leaving them seemingly upon whim, Liz was a mega-star. Certainly she was terribly beautiful and her looks alone mesmerized. She could command a room just by her presence. She was used to self-indulgence, getting her way, and not apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;
That certain chutzpah, or whatever you want to call it, seemed to keep her fans fascinated. Whereas if she were the lady next door, you’d probably be jealous and hateful of her because of her beauty and her less-than-moral actions, since she was a STAR, she shined anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
She obviously had some good qualities, her several children speak well of her. Also, her charities do as well….she seemed to be compassionate in the AIDS fight, as well as in befriending Wacko Jacko (Michael Jackson, may he RIP as well….). She cared enough about herself to get herself into treatment at the Betty Ford Clinic for alcohol and pills.&lt;br /&gt;
But then, her judgment, even while ostensibly sober and dried out, took a horrible turn. She married Larry Fortino, or whatever his last name was. Truck driver, long, Farrah Fawcett-like blond hair, rude and proud of it, he met her at the Betty Ford. For some reason she had to have him. Was it his poverty, or his truck, or his wavy (pre-Fabio) hair? Or the fact that apparently she and he were passionately in love, for whatever reason, and that was enough. Who knew the mind of Liz Taylor? Thankfully, Larry was soon shown the door.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, just wanted to recognize this talented actor and star for her decades of antics, fascinations, acting, of course, and entertainment (both on screen and off). Whatever she was, she was never boring. She was a force of nature and she’ll certainly be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-7943680246588759772?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7943680246588759772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=7943680246588759772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7943680246588759772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7943680246588759772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/rip-liz-taylor.html' title='RIP, LIZ TAYLOR'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SG5i6vmKFbA/TY4ysefONGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JCEx-yNEA0M/s72-c/liz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-3403957776382900377</id><published>2011-03-25T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:19:44.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>Well I've got a ton to vent to the vast empty blackhole we call the "internet."&amp;nbsp; Will be spewing most of the day, I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-8249072339110284786</id><published>2010-09-04T04:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T04:50:05.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: grey;"&gt;I'm starting up this blog again, finally...I have a lot of stuff to post and I want to get this blog into shape too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-8249072339110284786?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8249072339110284786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=8249072339110284786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8249072339110284786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8249072339110284786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-7945478476358482670</id><published>2010-03-21T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:23:01.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME GOOD QUOTES that I like!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is probably the reason why so few engage in it." - Henry Ford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"Be yourself is about the worst advice you can give some people." - Anon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"It is a greater compliment to be trusted than to be loved." &amp;nbsp;-George MacDonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"True genius resides in the capacity for evaluation of uncertain, hazardous, and conflicting information." - Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"The power to stand alone is worth acquiring at the expense of much sorrowful solitude." - George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"Don't talk about yourself; it will be done when you leave." - Wilson Mizner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"Men will wrangle for religion; unite for it; fight for it; anything but live for it." - Charles Caleb Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"Nothing is so firmly believed as that which is least known." - Michel deMontaigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="modal-dialog-content" style="background-color: yellow; color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0in;"&gt;“Ayn Rand and the World She Made” by&amp;nbsp; Anne C. Heller &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input id="contributorASIN1" type="hidden" value="B001KMLDKI" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;Anne C. Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;This new Ayn Rand biography didn’t have anything really new or surprising in it.&amp;nbsp; I’m a big fan of biographies, particularly those of larger than life personalities- whether they are obnoxious or admirable (or both) - whether I ag ree with their ideas, politics, etc., or not.&amp;nbsp; Ayn Rand has always fascinated me.&amp;nbsp; I remember reading “The Fountainhead” and “Atlas Shrugged”- two huge books, in only a few days.&amp;nbsp; The books consciously repelled me, and yet strangely they drew me into their convoluted plots, with pages and pages of boring, unrealistic dialog and speeches, which served to espouse Rand’s philosophy of “Objectivism.”&amp;nbsp; I remember laughing at how contrived the characters were, and how preachy the books were, yet I was not able to put them down.&amp;nbsp; I guess they are consistently listed in the top 100 books ever written (based on number of sales per year, I think, but also on other “top” type lists)…so I guess I am not alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;But I admit her ideas were (and still are) radical, and somewhat original, and she tried to live by them.&amp;nbsp; Mainly, Objectivism is individualism, with a morality of acting within one’s "rational" self-interest, anti-altruistic, pro- “morality” (of the black and white sort), for an objective reality that exists outside our minds and that we can comprehend and understand with our senses.&amp;nbsp; That man “has no instincts” like the animals do; he has to learn, use his senses and reason, and that the world is real.&amp;nbsp; Her basic axiom was the tautology “existence exists,” and I cannot understand her reasoning for that one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Although Rand claimed, and I believe, she really did think she “invented” this totally original philosophy, it seems to me that borrowed a lot of Nietzsche- she outright believed that survival of the individual, and not the species or common humanity, was the aim of her&amp;nbsp; morality.&amp;nbsp; That man was an end in itself, not a means to some other value (especially NOT for the purpose of procreation-and she had no children).&amp;nbsp; She seemed like she identified with Nietzsche’s “Overman”- she despised the “herd” mentality of the majority and she turned traditional morality on its head. She upheld selfishness, greed, and any values that helped one preserve and maintain the individual at the expense of anyone else.&amp;nbsp; She differed from Nietzsche in that she was, somewhat paradoxically to most of us, a moral absolutist.&amp;nbsp; She just made traditional vices into virtues, and vice versa.&amp;nbsp; She despised compassion, altruism, helping the weak, etc., just as much as Nietzsche did.&amp;nbsp; But aside from the fact that Nietzsche was a great genius of a thinker, with a much more systematic, prophetic philosophy, not to mention, how his ideas have been justified, somewhat,&amp;nbsp; by modern science, he did not believe that morality existed.&amp;nbsp; That ‘’morality” was just a cognitive explanation of reality, not a cause of anything, and nothing but an illusion, to simplify it. He thought that nature was amoral, and therefore so is humanity, etc. etc…anyway, I am running on too long here- my main point is that although she adopted much of his thought, she radically veered away from him by claiming an absolutist, black and white morality, applicable to all people at all times, achievable by all people through reason and ability.&amp;nbsp; That absolutist morality is inverted from what religions teach, and from what most people espouse, but it is a morality none the less.&amp;nbsp; For Rand, her atheism did not seem to pose any type of problem with or contradiction with her absolutist morality system.&amp;nbsp; Indeed, she does have many good arguments about how one does not need to be a theist in order to believe in, and act within, moral absolutes, or to have a grounding for that morality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;She also espoused a radical, unfettered capitalism as the only moral economic philosophy.&amp;nbsp; That was (and is) not much outside mainstream Republicanism.&amp;nbsp; An interesting aside is how Alan Greenspan was one of her “protégés” who attended her meetings and discussions at her house and was completely influenced by her- and he put those ideas into practice at the Fed, as much as he could.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;(Rand did, however, collect Social Security benefits, but only because she paid into the system, she said.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;There was something about Rand that impacted history greatly.&amp;nbsp; Even though many think that she wasn’t really all that intelligent, and had studied little philosophy (she seemed to know practically nothing about Kant yet she criticized him relentlessly, blaming him for everything from Communism to relativism to the glorification of the weak- and that his philosophy alone has been responsible for the near downfall of society).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Well, perhaps she wasn’t that bright, but she possessed an intelligence that allowed her to create her own cult of personality – there’s no denying that.&amp;nbsp; And a cult it was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;This biography describes her minions and lapdogs- mostly well-off college students in the ‘50s and ‘60s, who treated her like a rock star, read her books incessantly and obsessively.&amp;nbsp; Another of her protégés, Nathaniel Branden, who is currently a psychologist in California, having been excommunicated from Objectivism by Rand herself, had read “Atlas Shrugged,” with like 800 pages, over&amp;nbsp; forty times as a teenager, and had memorized the whole thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;For being such a hardcore atheist, Rand sure liked being a god herself to these people.&amp;nbsp; They’d sit around her apartment several nights per week, sometimes literally all night, discussing her book characters as though they were real people.&amp;nbsp; (Anyone remember “Who is John Galt?”?)&amp;nbsp; Galt, of course, being the objectivist prototype- the perfect specimen, the embodiment, of Rand’s philosophy, even though he was just a book character.&amp;nbsp; These people tried to actually copy the characters, in belief, in actions and in petty things such as taste in music,etc.&amp;nbsp; To become one&amp;nbsp; of her perfect characters was an actual goal.&amp;nbsp; And those perfect characters lived only for themselves- as John stated in his pages long manifesto radio speech in "Atlas Shrugged" – “I swear by my life, and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.” (or something like that!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Basically, her “groupies” were obsessively concerned with this fantastical philosophy and this highly charismatic woman.&amp;nbsp; But her charisma was often more like that of a tyrant, with her yelling at people, bossing them around, dictating the only acceptable beliefs and actions they could have and still be one of “hers,” even projecting her morality onto things of strictly personal taste.&amp;nbsp; For example, she dropped a supposedly good friend like a hot potato for the “sin” of liking Monet’s art.&amp;nbsp; And that was her big thing.&amp;nbsp; Not only would she stop being friendly to a person who had offended her in some manner, that person would be outcast from the “cult.”&amp;nbsp; And if anyone else happened to talk to that outcast, or even to just try to remain neutral, he or she too was ousted as a traitor to Rand. Simply disagreeing with her, on practically any matter, or of course, challenging her at all, was grounds for becoming a persona non grata.&amp;nbsp; Objectivism was HER philosophy, like she had a copyright on it, and she could ban people from writing about it or giving speeches about it, or presenting it, if she wanted to.&amp;nbsp; To this day some of her still existing band of worshipers, on internet sites, debate whether it is possible to disagree with Rand on ANYTHING and still label oneself an objectivist.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;What’s interesting is she wasn’t always like that. Early on she enjoyed debate and cordial argument, as long as the disagreement was supportable by logic, etc.&amp;nbsp; She seemed to relish great conversation about ideas, and to tolerate others' ideas, even though she was never shy about her own beliefs and never one to step away from an argument until she had convinced the other person she was right, if only because she exhausted the person into caving in!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;As she got older she seemed to have become more and more paranoid (perhaps not unlike Nietzsche towards his end), and believing that she alone was the genius, the one who must suffer betrayal and ostracization from the others, because she was ”too much for them,'' too rational, too consistent, too threatening with her grandiose belief in her own intelligence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Anyway, the book is interesting but shed no new light on anything.&amp;nbsp; No special or shocking revelations, nothing that hasn’t already been written about Rand and her group, both her personal life and her philosophy.&amp;nbsp; If you’re a fan of hers you already know everything in the book.&amp;nbsp; But then again, as a fan you probably want to read everything about her.&amp;nbsp; And I can recommend the book as interesting, etc., but it just doesn’t add anything to what’s already out there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;The worst (or best, depending on your belief) parts in the book are when the author attributes much of Rand’s dictatorial personality and impossibly high standards in friendships to the insecurity she suffered as a child growing up in Communist Russia.&amp;nbsp; Rand admitted she always felt like an outsider, but she attributed that to the bad behavior of others.&amp;nbsp; People were always disappointing her, failing her in some way, not being good enough for her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;As is well known, there was a scandal in the group wherein Rand had an affair with Branden, one of her earliest worshipers, who was something like 30 years younger than Rand. He, like Rand, was married to someone else, but the two of them, consistent with their morality, told their spouses in a group meeting that the they intended to start an affair.&amp;nbsp; They justified it that it was only rational, logical, and inevitable that two people so consistent with Objectivism and devoted to it religiously, would HAVE to be together for at least part of the time.&amp;nbsp; It was rare for two people (Rand and Branden) to find each other, therefore, the affair was practically mandated by reason. And then they laid it on thick by saying that if anyone could handle this arrangement, it was the four of them, since they were all so rational, mature, unemotional, acting according to the dictates of their philosophy, purely logical- what a joke!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;(Another odd thing is her marriage which lasted for several decades- to a man who pretty much a milk-toast- just the opposite of the “John Galt” god that Rand so much idolized. It seems they did really love each other, but he was completely controlled by her, and inasmuch as he was usually an unemployed actor, florist, or artist/painter, she did bring in the money and controlled everything. He seemed ok with it, but again, who knows? It seems pretty preposterous that he was ok with the affair- I'm sure he was bullied into agreeing to it, because he knew, with Ayn, there was no choice- it was her way or the highway.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;When Branden then started cheating on Rand with a young woman in her early 20’s,(he was still married too) it took months for Rand to realize his lies and she then kicked him out of the group and out of the philosophy altogether.&amp;nbsp; Her journals from this time seem to show her being IRRATIONAL, by rationalizing Branden’s hurtful behavior through conducting arduous over analysis of his philosophy, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;The author portrays Rand as the old woman scorned, who then sought to make Branden’s life hell- not out of any adherence to logical philosophy but out of pure egotism, humiliation, and insecurity.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention revenge.&amp;nbsp; She tried to stop the publishing of some of his work, insinuated to others that the reason she had to kick him out of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Nathaniel Branden Institute (they were business partners in it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;was because he was stealing funds, and the whole thing was settled only through lawsuit threats and basically, a payoff to Branden to get the heck out of her life and give up his partnership rights in the business, and give up all rights to some of his own copyrighted material, as well as being prohibited from even mentioning that he EVER was associated with Objectivism. She justified this based on her conclusion that Branden was a total faker, a manipulator who never really was “John Galt” after all, but rather one of the spineless, useless parasite characters in her books instead, and he had been living a lie, pretending to be an Objectivist when he really never was one. (That seems very odd to me.) She said she pitied him- that he could not handle her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Indeed, few people could handle her, that was true, but probably because she was a bitch!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Was she let down by people because they were so defective and unworthy poseurs, or was it that she was impossible to please- unforgiving and downright mean sometimes?&amp;nbsp; Who used her supposed rationalism as a defense mechanism?&amp;nbsp; She was too smart, too logical, etc., she either believed or tried to believe, and that was the reason for her many failed relationships with many varied people, men and women both.&amp;nbsp; Was it just easier to believe that than to face the fact that perhaps she WAS actually the wrong one, - was it easier to cut people out of her life immediately rather than wait for them to cut her out- and was she too insecure to handle rejection, that she had to reject someone at the slightest hint of their possible disloyalty?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;When the writer, as many biographers do, attempts to psychoanalyze their subjects, I quickly lose interest.&amp;nbsp; Not in the subject, it is intriguing.&amp;nbsp; But in those authors who think they know one’s REAL motives, reasons, etc.,&amp;nbsp; behind the actions.&amp;nbsp; That there is always some insecurity, some defense mechanism, some childhood trauma being relived or something, that explains the questionable behavior.&amp;nbsp; Of course, Rand could have been insecure (although aren’t most people to some extent?). She could have been using a defense mechanism, but maybe she really did believe in her own intellectual superiority, and found it hard to get and keep intellectual companionship, so finally she just gave up and decided to be her own hardcore self, take her or leave her.&amp;nbsp; Who knows.&amp;nbsp; Is every jerk really just an insecure little child inside, misunderstood, unloved, etc., or are there just some people who are just outright jerks and secure about it, and don’t care what people think?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;She was a force to be reckoned with, if nothing else, love her or hate her.&amp;nbsp; And her story is one of hard work and success- she came from nothing.&amp;nbsp; Even if her philosophy was maybe unoriginal and simplistic, it never went away, as evidenced to this day by this biography so many years later.&amp;nbsp; And the existence of the Ayn Rand Institute- still going&amp;nbsp; strong, still with a lot of obsessed fans debating on the internet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Her books, of course, will keep her alive forever.&amp;nbsp; She made an impact- she was a woman who never once complained of discrimination, and strangely, she did not seem to be discriminated against.&amp;nbsp; It was not an issue, as far as I can tell.&amp;nbsp; She was loved or hated for her ideas and/or personality, not for her gender.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;That about wraps it up! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Speaking the truth to power."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;That which does not kill me, makes me stronger."&amp;nbsp; Yeah yeah Nietzsche, but it could just as easily mess you up bad for a really really long time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”&amp;nbsp; Again, Einstein, sometimes it is actually sane to do so!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="pageheader" style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt; &lt;h1 class="nodetitle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Any word&amp;nbsp; other than "Watergate" that has "gate" tacked onto it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="nodetitle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; "What part of 'fill in the blank' do you not understand?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-1641486177572921569?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1641486177572921569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=1641486177572921569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/1641486177572921569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/1641486177572921569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/annoying-overused-phrases-that-belong.html' title='Annoying, overused phrases that belong in the archives...'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-4910969475903505877</id><published>2010-01-06T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:08:58.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes- Good, Bad and Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Quotes- Good, Bad and&amp;nbsp;Ugly&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;VERY UGLY:&lt;br /&gt;
The &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="Philadelphia Eagles" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;Philadelphia Eagles&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt; recently gave Michael Vick the Ed Block Courage Award.&amp;nbsp; That’s bad enough, but Vick’s comments are just baffling:&amp;nbsp; “I’ve overcome a lot more than probably any single individual can handle or bear…probably 95% of the …people &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="in this world" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;in this world&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt;, because nobody had to endure what I’ve been through, situations I’ve been put in…I put myself in, and decisions I have made, whether they have been good or bad.”&lt;br /&gt;
Is this courage award for acting like a fool?&amp;nbsp; He got his $1.6 million contract after getting out of prison.&amp;nbsp; He wasn’t in there long. Not long enough, in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
And his “poor me” attitude is like the boy who murdered his parents and then begged the judge to have mercy on him since he was an orphan!&amp;nbsp; He is pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-4910969475903505877?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4910969475903505877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=4910969475903505877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/4910969475903505877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/4910969475903505877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/quotes-good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='Quotes- Good, Bad and Ugly'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-6113585656819536933</id><published>2010-01-06T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:53:24.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK I'm switching back to Google Blog-</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 id="header"&gt;Because WordPress is way too out of my league...someday, I'll get it together, I hope! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="header"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="header"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/"&gt;Conscious Zombie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;!-- end header --&gt;   &lt;h2&gt;January 1, 2010&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post-50 post hentry category-uncategorized" id="post-50"&gt;   &lt;h3 class="storytitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2010/01/01/update/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Update&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="meta"&gt;Filed under:  &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/category/uncategorized/" rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Uncategorized"&gt;Uncategorized&lt;/a&gt; — laconsigliera @ 3:02 am &lt;a class="post-edit-link" href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&amp;amp;post=50" title="Edit post"&gt;Edit This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;   &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;Happy New Year!&amp;nbsp; I want to update anyone who is interested in my current situation.&amp;nbsp; Since the end of October, I’ve been staying with my parents near Champaign-Urbana, IL, about 120 miles south of Chicago.&amp;nbsp; The town is actually called Gifford (and no, Frank and Kathie Lee Gifford are not from here), and this town makes Mayberry look like the size of Hong Kong &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /&gt; .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But fortunately, I’m close to Champaign-Urbana, which is a decent-sized &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="college town" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;college town&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt; and home of the &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="University of Illinois" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;University of Illinois&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt; Illini, the obsession with which seems to be somewhat of a religion around here.&lt;br /&gt;
It’s got its share of Walmarts, Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles, Chili’s and Walgreen’s to pass for any midwestern town.&amp;nbsp; But there is a dearth of known grocery stores- the two main ones seem to be a “Schnuck’s” and a “Meijer’s”- there’s not a Jewel, Dominick’s, or Cub Foods to be found.&amp;nbsp; Oh, but there IS an Aldi’s. Thanks heavens.&amp;nbsp; (yes, that’s sarcasm &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /&gt;  )&lt;br /&gt;
Also, I’m within a few miles of a train station that goes to and from Chicago’s &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="Union Station" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;Union Station&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt; twice a day, for fairly cheap, which is a very good thing. I’m also like only half an hour from Indiana- where I’ve never been- but I do know that come July 4th we’ll&amp;nbsp; be able to get legal fireworks there!&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, I’ve had some difficult health problems that have lingered long enough to require this living situation for the time being.&amp;nbsp; It is my intention though to eventually get back to &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="Minneapolis" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt; and live full-time there again, although I do not know when that will be.&lt;br /&gt;
Until then, it is good to be with family and back near my old stomping grounds of rural IL…although I’ve never lived this far south &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="in my life" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;in my life&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt;, and it almost seems like I’m in the south, with the subtle accents around here that bear absolutely no resemblance to the Chicago accent.&lt;br /&gt;
But at least I’m not too far from the political action – since there’s been a Univ &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="Illinois" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;Illinois&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt; scandal involving (what else) pay-for-play, or should I say cash-for-classes- involving the former governor Rod and others.&amp;nbsp; It’s nice to know that IL politics does not discriminate against those of us living in the boonies- there is plenty of opportunity to participate in all the dishonest graft and patronage- more than I could ever want.&lt;br /&gt;
So, those of you who want my current address and phone numbers, please let me know.&amp;nbsp; I have the same email addresses as I’ve had for years.&lt;br /&gt;
There’s an open invitation to visit, if anyone wants to “get away from it all” and experience nature.&amp;nbsp; That is, if your idea of nature involves a town with more pickup trucks without mufflers than people.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps not &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="Walden Pond" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;Walden Pond&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt;, but seriously we have a big house and it’s peaceful and a good place to get away, and only 2 hrs from Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;
Also, those of my family and friends who &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="live in Chicago" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;live in Chicago&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt; or the &lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover yoono-link-active-link" keywords="Chicagoland" onclick="___yoonoLink.onYoonoClick(this)" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;Chicagoland&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt; area, I would love to get together soon- we should set something up! Please feel free to contact me anytime!&lt;br /&gt;
Happy New Year and I hope you’ve had a great Christmas and/or Hanukkah holiday!&lt;br /&gt;
-Gina&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedback"&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2010/01/01/update/#respond" title="Comment on Update"&gt;Leave a Comment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;December 6, 2009&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post-48 post hentry category-uncategorized tag-uncategorized" id="post-48"&gt;   &lt;h3 class="storytitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2009/12/06/war-on-terror-what-are-we-doing-in-afghanistan/" rel="bookmark"&gt;“WAR ON TERROR” – what are we doing in&amp;nbsp;&lt;yoono-highlight class="yoono-link-hover" keywords="Afghanistan" onmouseout="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOut(this)" onmouseover="___yoonoLink.onYoonoOver(event,this)"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/yoono-highlight&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="meta"&gt;Filed under:  &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/category/uncategorized/" rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Uncategorized"&gt;Uncategorized&lt;/a&gt; — laconsigliera @ 4:44 am &lt;a class="post-edit-link" href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&amp;amp;post=48" title="Edit post"&gt;Edit This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;   &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;I’m going to post my thoughts on this issue tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I was going to do it today, but didn’t have the chance to get it all presentable.&amp;nbsp; Funny how you can spend all day on the computer and not get anything done. What with ebay, Facebook, trying to fix computer settings, and what-not, how can I be expected to? &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedback"&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2009/12/06/war-on-terror-what-are-we-doing-in-afghanistan/#respond" title="Comment on “WAR ON TERROR” – what are we doing in Afghanistan?"&gt;Leave a Comment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;December 2, 2009&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post-46 post hentry category-uncategorized tag-uncategorized" id="post-46"&gt;   &lt;h3 class="storytitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/my-book-review-the-tipping-point-by-malcolm-gladwell/" rel="bookmark"&gt;My book review:  “The Tipping Point by Malcolm&amp;nbsp;Gladwell”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="meta"&gt;Filed under:  &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/category/uncategorized/" rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Uncategorized"&gt;Uncategorized&lt;/a&gt; — laconsigliera @ 11:03 pm &lt;a class="post-edit-link" href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&amp;amp;post=46" title="Edit post"&gt;Edit This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;This book was a disappointment. It basically stated the obvious, that certain factors “tip” people one way or another- context, persuasion, genetics, etc., and produce trends as well as personal preferences. There wasn’t anything in here that was not common sense. For example, the chapter on why teenagers still start smoking even after decades of health warnings, etc., provided no new insight. Basically, the reason provided was that kids don’t start smoking because the action of smoking is cool; they start smoking because the SMOKERS are cool. In other words, cool people smoke, just like they do other things. So to be cool, you’ll emulate the cool people. And smoking is one thing you can do to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;
Also, the author states that genetics is the reason why certain smokers become addicted (every-day smoking of several cigarettes per day, with great difficulty in quitting including withdrawal symptoms) and why other people can smoke very few cigarettes in a week, every week, for example, and easily stop doing that with no problem. Since the concept of “social smokers” is quite well known now, I don’t think this was any revelation. Just like not every social drinker becomes an alcoholic, not every social smoker becomes a hard-core nicotine fiend. And doesn’t genetics cause pretty much everything? I’ve heard a figure of 80% of our behavior, traits, intelligence, etc. is genetic. This may or may not be true, but the proposition that nature, rather than nurture, is controlling us is not a new idea either. The “masses” won’t be impressed with his ideas on genes.&lt;br /&gt;
This book was also very short. I would have appreciated much more substance, and just more MATERIAL in general. Thankfully I got this from the library so I didn’t waste my money on a short, dissatisfying book that states the obvious and expects the public to be wowed by the “insight.”&lt;br /&gt;
The author seems to have rattled off this book in one sitting, perhaps as an afterthought, for what reason, I don’t know. I also sensed a patronizing tone throughout. I get the impression by reading it that he wrote this first as an outline for some high school sociology class, and then tried to expand it to something that the great “unwashed masses” would take as a serious, scholarly work. Well, I’m sure that even the “masses” aren’t that easily impressed.&lt;br /&gt;
So I do not recommend wasting your time on this one!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedback"&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/my-book-review-the-tipping-point-by-malcolm-gladwell/#respond" title="Comment on My book review:  “The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell”"&gt;Leave a Comment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;November 24, 2009&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post-45 post hentry category-uncategorized tag-uncategorized" id="post-45"&gt;   &lt;h3 class="storytitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/well-heres-my-avatar-joining-the-bandwagon-if-i-do-say-so-myself-i-think-its-hot/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Well here’s my avatar- joining the bandwagon. If I do say so myself, I think it’s hot&amp;nbsp;:).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="meta"&gt;Filed under:  &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/category/uncategorized/" rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Uncategorized"&gt;Uncategorized&lt;/a&gt; — laconsigliera @ 12:56 am &lt;a class="post-edit-link" href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&amp;amp;post=45" title="Edit post"&gt;Edit This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedback"&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/well-heres-my-avatar-joining-the-bandwagon-if-i-do-say-so-myself-i-think-its-hot/#respond" title="Comment on Well here’s my avatar- joining the bandwagon. If I do say so myself, I think it’s hot :)."&gt;Leave a Comment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;November 22, 2009&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post-42 post hentry category-uncategorized tag-uncategorized" id="post-42"&gt;   &lt;h3 class="storytitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2009/11/22/two-articles-by-george-will-on-afghanistan/" rel="bookmark"&gt;Two Articles by George Will on&amp;nbsp;Afghanistan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="meta"&gt;Filed under:  &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/category/uncategorized/" rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Uncategorized"&gt;Uncategorized&lt;/a&gt; — laconsigliera @ 2:27 pm &lt;a class="post-edit-link" href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&amp;amp;post=42" title="Edit post"&gt;Edit This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/11/03/AR2009110302925.html&lt;br /&gt;
I really could not agree more. What are we doing over there? why? What national interest is being served?&lt;br /&gt;
When will we see that we can’t cure the world’s ills, and that sometimes to quit while we can is the way to go instead of squandering more of our military, lives, and money on a thankless, practically impossible task…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedback"&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2009/11/22/two-articles-by-george-will-on-afghanistan/#respond" title="Comment on Two Articles by George Will on Afghanistan"&gt;Leave a Comment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;October 1, 2009&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="post-30 post hentry category-uncategorized tag-uncategorized" id="post-30"&gt;   &lt;h3 class="storytitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/2009/10/01/ok-new-blog/" rel="bookmark"&gt;OK, new&amp;nbsp;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="meta"&gt;Filed under:  &lt;a href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/category/uncategorized/" rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Uncategorized"&gt;Uncategorized&lt;/a&gt; — laconsigliera @ 5:14 pm &lt;a class="post-edit-link" href="http://laconsigliera.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?action=edit&amp;amp;post=30" title="Edit post"&gt;Edit This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;   &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;I have switched my blog to WordPress- and will start posting some stuff ASAP.&amp;nbsp; Feel free to post or comment or whatever- please!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I just got really sick of Facebook and didn't go on it for months.  During that time, the longer I stayed away, the more phobic I got about trying to get back on it again.  I figured it would be overwhelming.  Well, this past month I did get on it again, and it IS overwhelming, and they of course have changed things....but, I am going to use it in moderation.

Twitter is another story. I am on that as an inside joke, mostly with myself :).  I find it absolutely useless and silly.  And God help us if that's a news source for people!  But, anyway, I'm on that occasionally, writing some twaddle for some reason or another.

But it's crazy. Social networking is totally out of control.  People are forming backlash groups.  What would happen if we just picked up this new invention called the TELEPHONE????  And actually talked to real friends?

Calling to talk to someone is 9 times out 10 faster, more direct, and to the point, than texting, Facebooking, Twittering, emailing, etc.

But then it's not really cool,  is it?

However, when your 90 year old grandma is on Facebook, and you are getting friend requests from friends' parents, the thing is not cool anymore anyway.  I thought that when my generation (GenX) started joining Facebook in droves that we were all too old for that.  Little did I know.  But I do know that once Facebook becomes as non-controversial as Elvis did years after his debut, and that once your parents start loving using it just like how their parents started to love Elvis, well, it's just not cutting edge or cool or rebellious or any of those things anymore....maybe going back to a pen and paper, or a telephone, or, if we still can, having a real conversation in person, will become the "New trendy way to socially network..."  I think that would be a good idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-3866594825698073813?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3866594825698073813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=3866594825698073813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3866594825698073813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3866594825698073813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-have-i-become.html' title='What have I become??'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-6329096463662830196</id><published>2009-07-31T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:50:52.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-6329096463662830196?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6329096463662830196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=6329096463662830196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/6329096463662830196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/6329096463662830196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-9193880852088875318</id><published>2008-11-03T17:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:11:35.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From a letter by writer Norman Mailer in 1957</title><content type='html'>I thought this was profound writing:

"...somehow I just don't believe in myself the way I used to, and indeed, worst of all, it doesn't even seem terribly important. I'm beginning to have the tolerance of the defeated - people I would have despised a few years ago now seem bearable - after all, I say to myself, I haven't done very well with all the luck I had, and perhaps I do wrong to judge them. Naturally these states proliferate. The desire to work recedes, and as it recedes one welcomes the depression of not working which increases the difficullty to begin work again, and it gets to be a drag. You know I think of these miserable years since the war and how everyone I know has been diminished by it, their rebellion tempered, their caution swollen to cowardice, their malice to hatred, until the worse of all is that I get close at times to thinking that perhaps we have overrated the possibilities of people, and then life becomes dreary indeed. Forgive the tirade. You have your depression, I have mine (I too am smoking again)..."

Having been unemployed for awhile, and fancying myself a writer and yet never writing anything decent, I can totally relate...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-9193880852088875318?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9193880852088875318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=9193880852088875318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/9193880852088875318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/9193880852088875318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-letter-by-writer-norman-mailer-in.html' title='From a letter by writer Norman Mailer in 1957'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-18634535826382283</id><published>2008-11-02T14:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:11:49.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Article on Consciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://discovermagazine.com/2008/oct/15-could-an-inner-zombie-be-controlling-your-brain/?searchterm=an%20inner%20zombie%20controlling%20your%20brain"&gt;http://discovermagazine.com/2008/oct/15-could-an-inner-zombie-be-controlling-your-brain/?searchterm=an%20inner%20zombie%20controlling%20your%20brain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-18634535826382283?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://discovermagazine.com/2008/oct/15-could-an-inner-zombie-be-controlling-your-brain/?searchterm=an%20inner%20zombie%20controlling%20your%20brain' title='Interesting Article on Consciousness'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/18634535826382283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=18634535826382283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/18634535826382283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/18634535826382283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-article-on-consciousness.html' title='Interesting Article on Consciousness'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-7190244151059935098</id><published>2008-10-28T19:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:37:54.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Required Reading</title><content type='html'>I think everyone who votes should have read "Mein Kampf" by Adolf Hitler first.  Granted, I only read it recently, and therefore I have voted before reading it myself.  However, this is the work of an evil genius, written several years before he started his quest to take over the world, and World War II.  If people had read this book, and taken it seriously, this guy could have been quashed before he got started.  This guy does not pull any punches in the book.  He very clearly lays out his hatred for the Jewish people and his grandiose ideas of an Aryan race and his nationalism.  However, it was probably hard to take the guy seriously, because the style of the book IS so grandiose.  But he laid it all out- it's all out there- no surprises should have ensued from what happened. He was honest about his intentions, and he followed through.

I just recently watched again (for the umpteenth time) "Saving Private Ryan."  I get chills watching the storming of the beach- war is hell, and anyone who glorifies it is psycho.  But those guys were heroes- they are the ones who stopped Hitler, ultimately- normal, enlisted guys who in any other generation would have grown up to have families and careers, but instead were cut short in the primes of their lives fighting against the biggest, most horrific evil person who has ever lived and had power, and actually, they were vindicated with the fall of Germany and the destruction of Hitler.

But anyone who is quick to compare Barack Obama to the antichrist (and yes, there ARE crazy people out there doing just that) are sorely uninformed about history.  History that occurred not even a century ago- history that is remembered by thousands of people who lived through it- the Holocaust, the fighting, etc.  Certainly the spirit of antichrist could not have been more embodied by Hitler- a man who sought to wipe out, and almost did wipe out, the chosen people of God himself. 

I don't understand why so many people who claim to believe in Jesus Christ advocate positions that are antithetical to everything Jesus taught in the Gospels.  I don't understand how someone who seeks to end the atrocities of war, and is for "peace on earth," can be considered anti-Jesus.  Jesus himself said, "Blessed are the peacemakers."  Granted, there are just wars.  And the ones who actually do the fighting are not at fault, and in fact ARE the ones who should be praised for laying their own lives on the line for the leaders of our nations.  "Ours is not to question why, ours is but to do or die"- that has been the mantra of our soldiers for generations.  But it should never be that the people who elect the leaders don't believe it is their place to question why.  For in fact, it IS our DUTY to question why.  And if we are indeed a Christian nation, to actually start following the teachings of Jesus Christ in deed and not in word only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-7190244151059935098?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7190244151059935098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=7190244151059935098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7190244151059935098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7190244151059935098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/required-reading.html' title='Required Reading'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-7924763964388905168</id><published>2008-10-05T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:22:10.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"On Liberty and Utilitarianism"</title><content type='html'>John Stuart Mill, in this book, says:  "In this age, the mere example of nonconformity, the mere refusal to bend the knee to custom, is itself a service.  Precisely because the tyranny of opinion is such as to make eccentricity a reproach, it is desirable, in order to break through that tyranny, that people should be eccentric."

I used to totally agree with this.  But now I'm thinking, what does it mean to be eccentric, and is that something that you can just decide to be?

Many people would say that anyone who bucks the "cultural elite" is an eccentric.  So someone like Sarah Palin, who does not follow the "custom" of being intellectually curious and aware of current affairs, is she eccentric?

Or is Mill talking about the stereotypical "mad scientist" eccentric, like an Einstein?

Furthermore, does it matter? And is it even relevant today?  More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-7924763964388905168?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7924763964388905168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=7924763964388905168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7924763964388905168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7924763964388905168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-liberty-and-utilitarianism.html' title='&quot;On Liberty and Utilitarianism&quot;'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-6135163764606207282</id><published>2008-10-03T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:58:08.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Communism = Anti-Intellectualism?</title><content type='html'>In my last post I wrote about how the glorification of "Joe Six Pack"-ism is comparable to Communism.  Obviously that's a rhetorical exaggeration- but there is some truth to it.  From all appearances, Sarah Palin is, in fact, intellectually "uncurious," much like George W.  Granted, she did a lot better in last night's debate than many thought.  But still there was the glaring lack of substance and refusal to answer with specifics, and the "I'm just a simple hockey mom" stance.

This, in my mind, is indicative of the larger anti-intellectualism pervasive on the right.  I don't know when it happened that being intelligent, having intellectual curiosity, knowing about our country's history, being aware of what is going on in the world and wanting to know more, and being able to articulate it somehow became something people should be embarrassed about.  When is it that being a "C" student became something to be proud of, and the "A" students should hang their heads in shame because they are culturally elite or some other such nonsense?

One of the major horrific accomplishments of communism was the purging of the intellectuals- the glorification of the uneducated, and perhaps, the ones able to be easiest led like lambs to their own slaughter.  Those in charge knew that it was key to get rid of those who knew something.

It should never be an embarrassment to be aware of the world, to be curious about it, to know something, and to be proud of knowing something.  It should be something we all aspire to, within our own intellectual limits, and something considered to be an accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-6135163764606207282?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6135163764606207282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=6135163764606207282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/6135163764606207282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/6135163764606207282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/communism-anti-intellectualism.html' title='Communism = Anti-Intellectualism?'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-3366443196708991930</id><published>2008-10-01T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:35:58.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin Makes Dan Quayle Look Like Einstein</title><content type='html'>Warning- this is a political post:


I'm sorry, but I am embarrassed, as a woman, by Palin's recent gaffes while interviewed by Katie Couric (who is not exactly known for her hard-hitting, difficult journalism). Palin clearly did not have any idea about any Supreme Court decision other than Roe v. Wade. Come on, Brown v. Board of Education, anyone? Even Bush v. Gore would've worked. But no, she couldn't come up with one. Couldn't come up with the name of a newspaper she reads on a regular basis either. I guess following the example of Bush Jr., who doesn't have time to read! (And there's more, such as Palin's inability to point out any example of McCain's attempt at financial regulation, totally "forgetting" his attempts to rein in Freddie and Fannie, inexplicably.)

Palin is proud of herself as a "Joe Six Pack," she says. I'm sorry, but I don't want "Joe Six Pack" anywhere near the White House. Ask ultra-conservative Justice Scalia, were the founding fathers Joe Six-Packs? Were George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, and John Adams Jr. Joe Six-Packs? Are we going to continue the glorification of the dumbing down of America? Let's call a spade a spade. Joe Six Pack is NOT qualified to be the number two man or woman in America.

A country where Joe Six Pack is just as good as Abraham Lincoln is a country that has caved in to Communist theory. Where the average uneducated, unknowledgable, and intellectually "uncurious" worker is just as qualified and as prepared to be in high executive office as the high school dropout who works on the line.  Is this truly the kind of equality we want in America? Do we want more cringeworthy moments; or more convoluted explanations of what Palin "really meant"? Is this really the best woman for the job?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-3366443196708991930?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3366443196708991930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=3366443196708991930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3366443196708991930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3366443196708991930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-palin-makes-dan-quayle-look-like.html' title='Sarah Palin Makes Dan Quayle Look Like Einstein'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-7732223399237124160</id><published>2008-09-24T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:45:31.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on Consciousness</title><content type='html'>What I think is that consciousness in the sense of intending, being the author of the action, etc., is a byproduct of higher brain function. Like a virtual reality system. Consciousness only has access to certain brain functions. So the "narrator"(or the subjective "I") isn't just reading what's really going on. The narrator only has access to certain parts of the story, and has to guess at the whole thing. It can easily be deceived. There's proof that there's a strong sense of authorship when the intent occurs virtually simultaneously with the act, even though the act can be proven to be caused by something else. Which suggests that the "narrator" is deceived into thinking it caused the act, and vice versa. Studies have shown that when the brain is hooked up to electrodes that measure intention, that those electrical brain signals cause a slide to be moved BEFORE the person's conscious choice occurs to m0ve a slide. So how can there be any real authorship, although obviously it WAS the person's decision even if they are not aware of it. (who's else could it be?) In other words, consciousness attributes authorship to the person where there is none, and denies it, when there IS- all based on timing, rather than reality.

So the bottom line is, the conscious mind attributes authorship, but it only has limited access to what is really going on. So much of the time, it is mistaken, science has shown us. Everything happens automatically- the times we think we're intending are because the awareness has access to info that makes it seem that way, even though it's not reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-7732223399237124160?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7732223399237124160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=7732223399237124160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7732223399237124160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7732223399237124160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/notes-on-consciousness.html' title='Notes on Consciousness'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-5805848341884466957</id><published>2008-09-21T20:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:12:31.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the link-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/news/2008/04/mind_decision"&gt;http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/news/2008/04/mind_decision&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-5805848341884466957?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5805848341884466957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=5805848341884466957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/5805848341884466957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/5805848341884466957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/heres-link.html' title='Here&apos;s the link-'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-8619564595150188876</id><published>2008-09-21T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:11:28.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Objectivism and Ayn Rand</title><content type='html'>I've been reading Ayn Rand's writings and I agree with some parts of Objectivism- but its bases are scientifically wrong.  We have no free will- we can't consciously choose anything, and we can't know our own motivations for sure- let alone someone else's (see the link).  So yes, there may ultimately be a rational and irrational side to every coin, but we don't choose to act rationally, we either do or don't.  So one can be better or worse than another, but not of one's conscious choice. So can someone be praised or blamed then?  It's like praising someone for being beautiful.  Nothing is exempted from causation - no human will outisde a human brain- which obviously is what it is because of genetics and environment, and personality and character come from the brain.  So if I have a high IQ but am lazy, well why is it that the IQ is out of my hands but the laziness isn't?  It IS. 

All reason/rationality is - is a form of action that is conducive to achieving one's goials.  Is it rational to eat a cake if you want to lose weight?  No- so it is "bad"- but if you desperately need to gain weight, it is "good."  We can say it is bad to eat a cake if you're on a diet, but not that YOU are bad, b/c you have no conscious control over whether you do or don't.

 I'm attracted to her (Ayn Rand's) thoughts that no one should apologize for being smarter or having more ability, that some things and qualities ARE better than others, but how can someone realistically be proud of being an intellectual thinker, if that was her or his destiny?  I guess what does it matter?  All that matters is that you are content about it- whatever you tell yourself about it.  Being resentful b/c you're "better" and everyone envies you or is intimidated by you doesn't get you "justice."  Justice being- the treatment you think you deserve.  But the world is not "fair," it just "is." In reality, what does it matter WHAT the motivation is behind not being "accepted" by the crowd.  As if it even exists.  "Motives" are just what we tell ourselves - our ostensible "reasons." The bottom line is - being rejected for whatever reason, but it's just a matter of chemistry- not choice.  People who are alike are drawn together- birds of a feather. Most people are average, so the "crowd" is the average, and if you're not average, you don't fit in.  That's the bottom line.  Mediocrity and laziness shouldn't be praised, though, and since conditioning works, we all operate as though we have free will- people should strive to learn and do their best, and perhaps their programming will change.

I admire Ayn Rand immensely.  She just didn't have the advantage of modern cognitive neuroscience which proves her theory of free will wrong.  But still, for all intents and purposes, we must act as though we have free will, it is a necessary fiction, so she's correct, in some sense.  But to deny genetics and environment IS irrational.  It's the reason you are who you are, and of course, some people think they are better than most but it's not a "real" achievement of theirs on a metaphysical level, b/c everything that's brought them to where they are was not their "choice." In that sense, theologians like John Calvin, and Jonathan Edwards, among others, were right, way before their time, way before science proved them right.

At the same time, what "choice" do we have other than to blame or praise the "actor"?  After all, we can't isolate all the "causes," and the fact remains, the PERSON who does this or that (no matter the ultimate reason) remains the actor, and thus, the "agent" who can be evaluated as better or worse than other agents, regardless of the reasons why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-8619564595150188876?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/news/2008/04/mind_decision' title='Objectivism and Ayn Rand'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8619564595150188876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=8619564595150188876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8619564595150188876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8619564595150188876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/objectivism-and-ayn-rand.html' title='Objectivism and Ayn Rand'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-8447352673188550536</id><published>2008-09-08T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:02:10.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kafka</title><content type='html'>I've read a lot of Kafka, and a lot about him.  He suffered so much in his short life.  And I think I've figured something out about him and people like him.

 The sad thing (one of many sad things) about him is how he "threw his pearls before swine"- with Felice, to whom he was engaged twice but never married.  He allowed himself to be upset by her, blaming himself, always apologizing, so insecure, etc.  She was someone who simply could not appreciate his genius or suffering, or his interests.  Just a shallow, stupid woman.  He just wanted to believe the best about people, that they could appreciate and really care about the world and its sufferings, because it's hard when one realizes how most people don't.  Then he blamed himself for not being good enough, to capture her attention or love.  But why did he blame himself if she (like a "swine") didn't appreciate the jewels he had and tried to give her?  Because they were essentially two different beings- he was one of the aware ones and she was one of the deluded- they never could communicate or understand each other.  Neither should be blamed.  But inevitably, it's the aware, sensitive one who is upset, who feels like a failure, who beats himself up, while the objectively inferior, deluded one is blissfully unaware and happy.  It doesn't feel like it's fair.

Kafka had so many jewels, but mostly swine around him.  He thought that he was wrong, unworthy, weird, defective, etc., because he was so unlike them.  He found life unbearable, because he was so sensitive and aware- he could not tune out the suffering of the world, he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and thus it turned into his own suffering.

But there has to be a benefit to being aware and sensitive.  Because of his ability and intelligence, it would have been easy for him to manipulate people to get his own way.  The problem was that since he was aware, he was also sensitive and compassionate and the least likely person to WANT to manipulate or get revenge.  So I don't know, honestly, what the benefit is to being like he was.  He certainly did not benefit during his life, and died a painful death of tuberculosis at age 42, before he became the famous person he did years after his death when new generations discovered and appreciated his genius.  But while he was alive, did he ever benefit? Was he ever really happy or content?  I guess I don't know.  I just find it sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-8447352673188550536?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8447352673188550536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=8447352673188550536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8447352673188550536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/8447352673188550536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/kafka.html' title='Kafka'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-3408274535958834488</id><published>2008-08-22T15:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:16:35.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciousness</title><content type='html'>I've been very interested in cognitive neuroscience lately and how it relates to consciousness. There's been a few studies done proving that free will does not exist.  Proving that "consciousness" lags almost a full second behind the brain's decision to do anything, even to think.  Consciousness is just pattern recognition and self-awareness, awareness of what we're doing, what separates us from the animals, and gives us an identity.  But "we'' are always one step, (or almost one second) behind the game- utterly powerless to change it or do anything differently.  So "we" are not in control- "we" just exist and are watching.  The programming of the brain is automatic- through genetics and conditioning (experience) that just happens to it.  It's the brain's job to make sense of consciousness- and it doesn't make sense.  This IS all there is, but there's nothing that can be done.  Life is lived THROUGH is, not BY us, and that's it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-3408274535958834488?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3408274535958834488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=3408274535958834488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3408274535958834488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3408274535958834488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/consciousness.html' title='Consciousness'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-7657542243072668146</id><published>2008-08-12T00:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:34:45.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kierkegaard Quote</title><content type='html'>In the paper today was a quote from Kierkegaard, one of my favorite philosophers:  "It is a very curious thing about superstition.  One would expect that a man who had once seen that his morbid dreams were not fulfilled would abandon them for the future; but on the contrary they grow even stronger just as the love of gambling increases in a man who has lost in a lottery."

Strangely enough, I have to disagree with his conclusion.  I don't think it's odd at all.  Human nature is such that we persevere above and beyond the point of rationality, to get what we want. The more we are thwarted in our endeavors, the harder we seem to try.  Maybe because it is a challenge, and if we do indeed succeed, the sweeter the success the harder it was.  Or maybe it is that we think that if we keep trying, hoping, wishing, etc., eventually we HAVE to get whatever it is we want. 

Ignoring the saying that the height of ridiculousness is to keep doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results- from experience we know that sometimes we DO get different results after doing the same thing over and over again.  Maybe only once in 100 times, but still, there IS that chance.

I think it's one of the things that keeps us going as humans- the ability to hope and to try, beyond all reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-7657542243072668146?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7657542243072668146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=7657542243072668146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7657542243072668146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7657542243072668146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/kierkegaard-quote.html' title='Kierkegaard Quote'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-6775116264841500347</id><published>2008-08-11T08:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:40:05.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>George Carlin Wisdom</title><content type='html'>I remember that George Carlin once said in one of his comedy routines, something like:  "I know the meaning of life is that I'm here to help others.  What I want to know is what are the others here for?"  This makes me laugh, but it is also somewhat profound.  I am interested in what other people believe the meaning of life is.  What is the actual MEANING, as opposed to platitudes like "we're here to help others."  Because helping others can never be an end in itself.  Since if there were no other people, then what would the meaning of your life be? Is it contingent on having other people around? What if you are a total invalid, or institutionalized, and have no friends or family, and no capability to even help others? What is the meaning of your life then?

I hope some people will comment on this!  Because I am really interested.  Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-6775116264841500347?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6775116264841500347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=6775116264841500347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/6775116264841500347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/6775116264841500347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/george-carlin-wisdom.html' title='George Carlin Wisdom'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-950304064056388970</id><published>2008-08-03T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:00:15.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God as "Co-Pilot"</title><content type='html'>I had to laugh today- I saw a bumper sticker that said "God is my co-pilot."  Actually, I felt more like crying. Since when is the Almighty God relegated to the "co-pilot" status? How nice of you to let him "help" you drive.  Yeah yeah I know that is not the intention behind the sticker...but the reality is, the effect to me is:  "I am in charge of my life, I am the captain of my own ship.  I call my own shots.   Only if I decide to ALLOW God to help co-pilot will he do so, and look at how good I am, I let God help me out!!"  Oh, the bitter irony of it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-950304064056388970?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/950304064056388970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=950304064056388970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/950304064056388970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/950304064056388970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-as-co-pilot.html' title='God as &quot;Co-Pilot&quot;'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-3345143123804032966</id><published>2008-08-01T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:59:09.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Ideas About Anxiety</title><content type='html'>These thoughts are based on the premise that anxiety is caused by the fight or fight syndrome (or variations of it).  I don't pretend that I know what I'm talking about!! But these are some of my ideas based on my own self-education...

Emotions ARE chemicals.  They aren't caused by chemicals and they don't cause chemicals.  What happens is the body senses stimuli, and reacts, and if it's a danger it releases fight/flight chemicals.  You feel them as fear and so you act.  You can't feel the fear if the chemicals aren't there. It's not a result of the chemicals- it IS the chemical reaction.  So one equals the other.

Therefore it is insane to think we can control our chemicals by thoughts.  They can only be controlled indirectly.  If, for example, a happy person with a lot of a certain chemical, such as oxytocin, has that chemical blocked, he'll turn sad- regardless of the situation or his "attitude."  The people with good attitudes simply have more of those chemicals, either naturally, or with medicines or drugs, or their brains were conditioned to associate certain stimuli with a reason to release those chemicals. Simple.  Emotions are chemicals and they exist.  Thoughts are "reasoning about stuff" and have no effect on the chemicals directly.

Someone conditioned to fear dogs will always have the fight/flight chemical present when a stimulus of a dog is presented- no matter if it's a threat for real or not.  They can't reason their way past it.  If the chemicals are there, you feel it, period, unless you're brain damaged.  They can be conditioned away, learn to ignore the feeling, which takes a lot of work, or blocked with other chemicals, or the brain can be tricked into not recognizing the stimuli and thus not releasing the chemicals.

But just thinking your way out of anxiety doesn't work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-3345143123804032966?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3345143123804032966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=3345143123804032966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3345143123804032966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3345143123804032966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-ideas-about-anxiety.html' title='Some Ideas About Anxiety'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-3563812534466747266</id><published>2008-06-27T18:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:30:46.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Immanuel Kant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING!!- This post may make you think that I am a bitter cynic and jaded with life....if so, so be it...it doesn't mean that tomorrow I won't be full of optimism and hope for humanity!!  If nothing else, I hope people get out of this blog that opinions are just that, opinions, and they also have the uncanny ability to make people mad, depressed, worried, concerned, disconcerted, etc.  So please, don't write saying "I'm praying for you," or "You need to seek help,"- because this blog is supposed to be all about life, the ugliness of it as well as the beauty.  I feel as though I have to preface some of my comments to reassure people that I'm OK, that I enjoy debating, arguments, and opinions for their own sake, and that I do not necessarily BELIEVE in everything I write (as though it matters anyway) but that I enjoy provocative discussion (maybe the lawyer in me?).  It's not SUPPOSED to be safe and bland.  SO anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!!

&lt;/span&gt;Everyone acts because it in some way gives pleasure or they wouldn't act- we cannot get past our selfishness and why should we not accept it?  Everything is done because we value something else enough to go through the "bad" part of it.  As far as Immanuel Kant's theory, doing an act disinterestedly, under duty, is the only way the act is moral.  But that act isn't moral either.  If you hate an act but do it out of duty, it's because in some way, you prefer "doing your duty" and the accolades or reprieves it gets you over the bad ramifications of not doing it.

A truly moral act would be one undertaken that gives the actor no good OR bad feeling at all.  But I can't see how that's possible.  It would just be random and meaningless.  No one does good acts for no reason. At the least they want "brownie points" with God for the next life.  Or they just want to "feel good" by helping.  Another conditioned societal trait.  It wouldn't feel good to give to the poor if we didn't have it drilled into us how important "alms-giving" is, for good works.

It shouldn't be surprising.  Like all animals, we strive to the extent possible to pursue pleasure and avoid pain.  The difference is, we rationalize the acts, think about them, analyze them to death and come up with elaborate reasons why we act in the ways in which we do.
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-3563812534466747266?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3563812534466747266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=3563812534466747266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3563812534466747266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3563812534466747266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/immanuel-kant.html' title='Immanuel Kant'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-3334850185456533766</id><published>2008-06-25T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:57:10.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camille Paglia</title><content type='html'>I've been reading some of her recently.  I don't agree with a lot of her views, but I do believe in her brand of feminism. In that- toughness, no special treatment, being able to do as much as a man, as good, with no "handicap" treatment.  There should be no allowances in the workplace for soccer games, sick kids, etc.- a feminist woman should want to be, and should be, held to the same standard as the most accomplished man.

And Paglia celebrates and promotes anything that rebels against society, the "norm," with some type of existential protest against our biological destiny-to the extent it can be done.  Of course, any of that is simply THAT person's biological (genetic) aberration, or environmental conditioning, etc.  But still, to be different, and unabashed about it - she admires that.

Keeping the "wild" wild- not white-washing it, not making gay couples into "Leave it to Beaver,"...like, what happened to celebrating your deviation, your differentness, your refusal to conform to society, and even to rebel against humanity's own biological fate?  Simply not having children is a huge protest.

As a general rule, people who are interested in ideas and have a certain level of intelligence and curiosity become non-conformist automatically.  Because it wakes you up to the fact about how our social mores are mostly biological programming, much of which is vestigial, and not applicable today- so people can, to some extent, quit being slaves to their biology.  Even though they cannot escape it altogether, they can figure it out, many times, and then develop technology, medicine, etc., to get AROUND that biological dictate.

I guess this post has two different lines of thought- but I hadn't written in awhile so I kind of got off on a tangent. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-3334850185456533766?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3334850185456533766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=3334850185456533766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3334850185456533766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/3334850185456533766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/camille-paglia.html' title='Camille Paglia'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-4747599241438672759</id><published>2008-06-03T14:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:28:45.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Very Easy Death"</title><content type='html'>I am copying an excerpt from the book "A Very Easy Death" by Simone De Beauvoir.  This is a book about the death of her mother.  I found this very profound, as my grandmother just died in March.  She was 94, and had severe dementia for several years, but I still was very moved and upset by her death.  I think that this book excerpt captures my feelings about it :

"'He is certainly of an age to die.'  The sadness of the old; their banishment; most of them do not think that this age has yet come for them.  I too made use of this cliche, and that when I was referring to my mother.  I did not understand that one might sincerely weep for a relative, a grandfather aged seventy and more.  If I met a woman of fifty overcome with sadness because she had just lost her mother, I thought her neurotic:  we are all mortal; at eighty you are quite old enough to be one of the dead...

But it is not true.  You do not die from being born, nor from having lived, nor from old age.  You die from SOMETHING.  The knowledge that because of her age my mother's life must soon come to an end did not lessen the horrible surprise:  she had sarcoma.  Cancer, thrombosis, pneumonia:  it is as violent and unforeseen as an engine stopping in the middle of the sky.  My mother encouraged one to be optimistic when, crippled with arthritis and dying, she asserted the infinite value of each instant; but her vain tenaciousness also ripped and tore the reassuring curtain of everyday triviality.  There is no such thing as a natural death:  nothing that happens to a man is ever natural, since his presence calls the world into question.  All men must die:  but for every man his death is an accident and, even if he knows it and consents to it, an unjustifiable violation."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-4747599241438672759?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4747599241438672759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=4747599241438672759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/4747599241438672759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/4747599241438672759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-easy-death.html' title='&quot;A Very Easy Death&quot;'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-6540310775252960162</id><published>2008-05-29T00:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:12:35.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sartrean Thought</title><content type='html'>One thing Sartre said a lot was, "I always try to think against myself."  I think this is important to keep oneself from becoming complacent, arrogant, and intellectually flabby.  It is challenging your own beliefs and ideas even though you may think you already have the truth.  Without challenging yourself, eventually you may even forget the "truth" because you haven't been thinking about it in so long.  Or you may remember what it is you think is true, but have no idea why you think that, and can't argue for your position.

Sartre changed his philosophy and politics a lot over the years. He's hard to pin down.  But he knew that life is change.  Stagnation is death.  I think it is interesting that recently, it seems, the accepted definition of a "flip-flopper" has expanded to include anyone who ever changes his or her mind about anything.  As if you should, or could even, have all your ideas down pat at the age of majority and never bother to change and grow (or shrink, for that matter!).

To me, a flip-flopper is someone who one day supports position A, and the next day supports position B- all because of what the media polls say or what your friends say or what Tim what's his name (with Susan Sarandon) or Bill O'Reilly says.

A flip-flopper basically has no mind of her or his own.  That is the polar opposite of someone like Sartre, who indeed had a mind of his own, came up with prolific original thought, and changed that thought frequently throughout the years.  Not that he ever disavowed his previous writings - he just changed.  And, as they say, change is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-6540310775252960162?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6540310775252960162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=6540310775252960162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/6540310775252960162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/6540310775252960162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-sartrean-thought.html' title='More Sartrean Thought'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-2006656989714003444</id><published>2008-05-27T04:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T04:22:27.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One-Question Quiz</title><content type='html'>Hi, take my one-question quiz and post your results!  I am interested...
A.  The mind affects the body.
B.  The body affects the mind.
C.  Both- they affect each other.
D.  Neither- there is no mind.
E.  Neither- there is no body .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-2006656989714003444?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2006656989714003444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=2006656989714003444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/2006656989714003444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/2006656989714003444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-question-quiz.html' title='One-Question Quiz'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-295046818461595124</id><published>2008-05-24T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:34:18.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity Fair's Back Page Proust Questionnaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I thought it would be fun to answer the questions.  These are my answers from back in December. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Go ahead and answer them and post them here if you want to! I think the answers are good indicators of a person’s personality, even if the person is trying to avoid being serious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;

&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;What is your idea of perfect happiness?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt;To be under no pressure, either external or internal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is your current state of mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sentimental, nostalgic, the holiday blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who or what is the greatest love of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Certain members of my immediate  family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Which living person do you most admire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ones I most admire are dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What is the  quality you most like in a man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Intellectualism, having principles,      having a calming, protective presence, commanding and giving respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="6" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What is the quality you most like in a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Independence and intellectualism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="7" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What is your greatest extravagance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Books, books, and more books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="8" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Which trait do you most deplore in others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Complacency,  mediocrity,      superficiality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="9" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What is your greatest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being eaten alive by sharks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="10" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What do you think is the most overrated virtue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Martyrdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="11" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Which living person do you most despise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;George W., I can’t help myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="12" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;When and where were you the happiest?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Probably while a law student- perhaps      I am a masochist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="13" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Which words/phrases do you most overuse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any and all clichés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="14" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Which talent would you most like to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be able to remember or forget at      will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="15" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be less disturbed by life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="16" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do      you  think it would be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Don’t believe in reincarnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="17" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What is your most treasured possession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="18" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What do you regard as the worst depth of misery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being stuck in a mental hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="19" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What do you most value in your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Loyalty, having my back, no questions      asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="20" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Who are your favorite writers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1211650303_0"&gt;Franz Kafka&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1211650303_1"&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1211650303_2"&gt;Larry      David&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="21" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Who is your favorite hero of fiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scrooge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="22" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Who are your heroes in real life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Navy SEALs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="23" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Which historical figure do you most identify with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kafka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="24" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;How would you like to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Blind-sided and fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="25" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What is your greatest regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Spending years thinking regret is      anything other than a figment of imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="26" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t really have one or live by one,      but in  general:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Are not two      sparrows sold for a penny?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And yet      not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father      (God).”- Jesus, in Matthew 10:29.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="27" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;Which trait do you most deplore in yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Desire for approval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="28" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your most      marked characteristic?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Indecision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="29" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What do you most dislike about your appearance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Flabbiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="30" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;On what occasion do you lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I feel backed against a wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="31" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What thing/situation do you most dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1211650303_3"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/span&gt; drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="32" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: green;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: red;"&gt;What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Getting a law degree from a top-20 law      school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-295046818461595124?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/295046818461595124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=295046818461595124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/295046818461595124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/295046818461595124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/vanity-fairs-back-page-proust.html' title='Vanity Fair&apos;s Back Page Proust Questionnaire'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-243248157143369889</id><published>2008-05-23T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:13:54.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sartre</title><content type='html'>Even though I totally disagree with Sartre's existentialism (b/c I do NOT believe in free will- scientifically, philosophically, and I dare say even, biblically, or religiously- disproven)- I admired him a lot- love reading his stuff, and one part of what he wrote really struck me. He said that the reason he wrote was to have an intellectual relationship with himself. Even though he had Simone de Beauvoir, and others, around him who were intellectuals and just as intelligent...he still felt misunderstood and people just need to be understood- it's an animal-level need, but a need nonetheless. I've thought that myself- I write a journal- have for years- and most of the time it feels like I"m writing in it to have that intellectual relationship with myself, b/c I don't feel like there's anyone else to have it with.  And it's not because I don't have smart friends, because God knows I do...it's just that I, like Sarte, have felt like an outsider looking in for most of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-243248157143369889?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/243248157143369889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=243248157143369889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/243248157143369889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/243248157143369889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/sartre.html' title='Sartre'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-7392345062618630079</id><published>2008-05-22T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T19:45:57.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting an Essay I Wrote that Touches on the Problem of Suffering</title><content type='html'>Here's a link to an essay I wrote about my favorite author, Franz Kafka.  It has always been one of my issues- to try to make sense of the "problem of evil" or suffering in this world.  Although there are many theodicies, nothing seemed to really click with me.  However, through reading Kafka,  I came to a realization that his suffering actually created beautiful art for others.  And you may ask, is that really fair- why did he have to suffer just so I can enjoy his art?  Or, why couldn't his art have been created WITHOUT the suffering?  Well, I believe it to be a yin-yang type of situation.  You really can't have one thing without the other. You can't have good without bad, sweet without sour, up without down, black without white, etc.  As much as we think that it is possible and desirable, it actually is not.  Because without opposites, there is basically nothing.  For example, if everyone is beautiful, then no one is beautiful.  If you respect everyone without regard for anything, then you respect no one.  I think you probably can see what I'm getting at.  Anyway I'd appreciate any comments/criticisms about this essay:  http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dd38bnwq_3f63znthf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-7392345062618630079?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7392345062618630079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=7392345062618630079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7392345062618630079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/7392345062618630079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/posting-essay-i-wrote-that-touches-on.html' title='Posting an Essay I Wrote that Touches on the Problem of Suffering'/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202908058355123914.post-913901440839784320</id><published>2008-05-22T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:08:53.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starting a New Blog-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hi, I've decided to join the bandwagon and create a blog...this one, I hope, will be somewhat different than most. Because it's not going to be "all about me," or about anyone's personal life (other than politicians'- LOL)...it's intended to be a place to discuss ideas.  And yes, there is no right or wrong answer, no resolution, no light at the end of the tunnel, etc.  That's the beauty (and ugliness) of ideas.  They exist only in our minds; which can be incredibly liberating or incredibly frustrating, depending on your viewpoint.

So anyway, I hope people will post things so this is not entirely going to be me going on and on about Kafka or Kierkegaard!

Will post something of substance later this weekend!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202908058355123914-913901440839784320?l=excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/913901440839784320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202908058355123914&amp;postID=913901440839784320' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/913901440839784320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202908058355123914/posts/default/913901440839784320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excessivelyexaminedlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-ive-decided-to-join-bandwagon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina Lombardo</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104209982048671985279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LINU6ajqEEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EV9dBy4Qp1I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
