Monday, January 02, 2006

Something Philosophical

So, yes, I'm trying to think of something Philosophical to write about but, as everyone who's tried knows, it's hard to TRY to think about something philosophical. They just sort of pop up. Sadly, this break has very few philosophical musings to draw on: literature with a theme of fallen women, the intentions of Chaucer's writing(which can wait until I reread it), what makes fiction great(which Kate covered nicely, I think), and the beauty of cats pretending to fight.

Hmm. The first thing I mentioned will do, I think. It was sparked by reading The Heart of Midlothian by Sir Walter Scott, and furthered by reading David Copperfield. Both served as a reminder that the sins of fornication and abortion aren't new. The problem with our era isn't these sins, but our attitude toward them. That's something I already knew, really, but it's really driven home by these books, especially the first. If any of you haven't read it, you should, so I don't want to spoil it horribly by discussing it here. Generally, though, the theme of the book is
"guilt, though is may attain temporal splendour, can never confer real happiness; that the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, for ever haunt the steps of the malefactor; and that the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace"
That's his "moral" from the end of the book. I know this theme is rather over done, especially in Victorian literature, but since he was writing one of the first novels, it probably wasn't overdone yet. Furthermore, it seems that this point(though I don't quite agree about temporal pleasantness for the virtuous) is what is missing in our modern outlook. Although everyone supposedly knows that money can't buy you happiness, and that sleeping around is a sure path to misery, temporal or otherwise,, there is a prevalent, stubborn refusal to act on that knowledge. Perhaps it was driven in too hard by the hypocritical Victorians, leading to rebellion from the 20's on up to now. I really don't know. Nor do I have anything new to say about it, or any solutions. But there it is, the solution to crime, poverty, greed, licentiousness, and everything else. If everyone in the world faced up to the consequences of every one of their actions, almost everything would be fine. Instead, we have contraception and law suits, lest anyone have to admit they messed up. Ugh.

That was unpleasant, so I think I'll dwell for a few moments on the fascinating behavior of cats to make myself feel better. I really think that the playfulness of animals is one of the strangest aspects of instinct. I know that the fighting play of kittens is supposed to be training for them later, so they can learn to fight without getting killed. But, still, playing seems so instrinsically connected to risibility that it boggles my mind how complex a thing cat's instinct must be if it can ape rationality to the extent that it does. Cats have to make friends with each other before they start playing. They only play when they're happy. They show varying degrees of affection for each other and have personality clashes as distinct as humans'. From Augustine and such, I know that in order for animals to have rationality they must have the Image of God(at least, I think that's how it works), but it stil seems, well, odd. I'll reflect more on this later, I think. FOr now, I feel that I have satisfied my posting requirements for the day. God bless!

sorry!

I have been made aware of the fact that I haven't posted on here in "6 months"-- which translates as 3.5, I find, and am in danger of having links to my blog removed. So. I'm posting, if anyone still reads this thing :).
So, um, starting way back there, my finals went alright, I think. Which means I didn't actually die during any of them, and I haven't gotten any phone calls about them, so I think I'm okay. Barring death or a belated failure notice, I'll be at TAC next semester. Which is next week.

Then I got home safely and uneventfully, where my family was very happy to see me. So happy, in fact, that I actually managed to hug each of my brothers for at least one third of a second each before he wiggled away to wash off sister cooties. Then, of course, they went right back to their fighting, screaming, and generally ridiculous behavior, by which I was forcibly reminded of just how awful kids are the week before Christmas. I tried to convince myself that I was angelic at the ages of 8, 10, and 11, whether it was Christmas or not, but was contradicted by my own treacherously truthful memory. Oh well.

Christmas went beautifully also. A beautiful mass, lots of family, lots of food. I couldn't ask for more. Then I got monkey slippers. Really, life is too kind.

Before Christmas I saw most of my high school friends at our 5th annual Christmas Dinner(it deserves caps because the food is just that good). It was a blast, and I remembered(again!) that I really need to call these awesome people more often during the school year. The White Elephant exchange was hilarious as usual, and I got a gift that will have to be re-gifted.

Between Christmas and New Years, I mostly sat around the house hanging out with my mom and my sister. I took my sister to see Narnia, which she loved, and stayed through the entirety of (three cheers for Seester!). I also went to Mary's house alot and played Magic with her and her brother Dominic. Way fun. I'll have to join into that at school, if I can.

Interrupting myself, I just read a few of my friend's blogs that i hadn't read in a while and am thoroughly bored by my post in comparison. Who cares what I did? I should be finding some sort of theme and expounding. Really, isn't that what blgos are for? I just post so infrequently that I never get beyond catching my poor blog up to the present on my affairs and actually post something worth reading. So I'm going to finish my summary of break quickly, then write another post about something philosophical. Here goes:

New years: went to aunt's house, watched Beverly Hillbillies for 1st time(hilarious), went to mass a Dominican Priory(beautiful), saw awesome 91 yr old priest hadnt seen in ages(his website is unbornpersons.org, go see it! He's the guy who converted Jane Roe and is really, really awesome and smart!), saw grandparents, haven't done anything else.

*breathes*

So, Merry Christmas everyone(4 days left!), and have a blessed New Year.