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Judith Butler, DLitt - McGill 2013 Honorary Doctorate Address (by mcgilluniversity)

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popcornmind:

shut up and work

"estafermo.
(Del it. sta fermo, está firme, sin moverse).
1. m. Muñeco giratorio, con un escudo en la mano izquierda y una correa con bolas o saquillos de arena en la derecha, que, al ser herido en el escudo con una lancilla por jugadores que pasaban corriendo, se volvía y golpeaba con las bolas o con los saquillos al jugador que no pasaba ligero.
2. m. Persona que está parada y como embobada y sin acción."

DRAE

csglr09:

Bobby Goldsboro - Honey
En días pasados con mi hermano, estuvimos organizando algunas de sus cosas y apareció la caja con sus L P. Qué maravilla. Estuvimos escuchando algunos, entre ellos Bobby Goldsboro con esta canción que se escuchó mucho en su época. La letra enseguida.

See the tree, how big it’s grown
But friend it hasn’t been too long, it wasn’t big
I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it, was just a twig

Then the first snow came and she ran out
To brush the snow away so it wouldn’t die
Came runnin’ in all excited slipped and almost hurt herself
And I laughed till I cried

She was always young at heart
Kinda dumb and kinda smart and I loved her so
And I surprised her with a puppy
Kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago

And it would sure embarrass her
When I came in from workin’ late ‘cause I would know
That she’d been sittin’ there and cryin’
Over some sad and silly late, late show

And Honey, I miss you / And I’m bein’ good
And I’d love to be with you / If only I could

She wrecked the car and she was sad
And so afraid that I’d be mad
But what the heck though I pretended hard to be Guess you could say,
she saw through me and hugged my neck

I came home unexpectedly
And caught her cryin’ needlessly in the middle of the day
And it was in the early spring
When flowers bloom and robins sing she went away

And Honey, I miss you …

One day while I was not at home
While she was there and all alone, the angels came
Now all I have is memories of Honey
And I wake up nights and call her name

Now my life’s an empty stage
Where Honey lived and Honey played and love grew up
And a small cloud passes overhead
And cries down on the flower bed that Honey loved

And see the tree how big it’s grown
But friend it hasn’t been too long, it wasn’t big
And I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it, was just a twig

yo recuerdo un LP que mi madre escuchaba cuando mi papá no estaba, trataba de enseñarme la letra pero a mi me parecía terrible decirle “miel” a una persona, me imaginaba el enmelocote más terrible. Finalmente los recuerdos de esos días se fueron quedando pegados a esa letra, a esa voz y a ese nombre tan raro, como moscas en la miel.

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popcornmind:

shut up and work

What makes pistachio nuts?: Poiesis, Praxis, Work →

whatmakespistachionuts:

We are so accustomed to this unified understanding of all of man’s “doing” as praxis that we do not recognize that it could be, and in other eras has been, conceived differently. The Greeks, to whom we owe all the categories through which we judge ourselves and the reality around us, made a clear…

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petitesperceptions:

Philosophy Hut

Wittgenstein’s Hut in Skjolden Norway

petitesperceptions:

Philosophy Hut

Heidegger Hut at Todtnauberg

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petitesperceptions:

Philosophy Hut

Jean-Léon Gérôm: Diogenes (1860)

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petitesperceptions:

Pieter Brueghel: Children’s Games, Oil on canvas, c. 46 inches x 63 inches, 1560.

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knockingghosts:

Crops of my thesis images. I will post the full ones after my thesis defense. Basically representations of my emotions when confronted by these different states of being, and trying to reason with not being as emotionally expressive as my friends and family—especially when it comes to death.

From top to bottom: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.

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mayhap:

Gilles Deleuze on why he did not join the French Communist Party (Parti Communiste Français).

“G as in Gauche (Left)”

Gilles Deleuze: From A to Z with Claire Parnet Semiotext(e) and MIT Press

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thefrogman:

Invisible Bread by Justin Boyd [website | twitter]

[h/t: pleatedjeans]