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O Captain! My Captain! BY WALT WHITMAN
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            This arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

You know what’s fun? 

Going to the bank in August to withdraw the last of your money to pay for the fall semester, and Alice Cooper’s “Schools Out” comes on the radio.

I swear the rock-station DJs plan this crap.

Also, I’ve been gone because I moved and a bunch of other stuff. Be back Monday.

What are you a student of? Are you going to school for a degree in a specific field of study?

Short answer: Philosophy.

Longer answer: When I was a younger (like 8-13) I would have said I wanted to be a writer, and that’s because I love stories and reading was my primary medium for meaningful content at the time. That’s the last thing I remember dreaming of being. As I’ve grown and come to university that question has typically been answered as, “I dunno.” I’m interested in almost everything. However, I’ve found a home in the philosophy classes because I mesh with the professors, fit the style of work, highly enjoy the material, and find it an interesting nexus from which I can also study anything else at my desire and that suites me. I also have some delusions of grandeur, but that seems to be par for the course with the people I meet in said classes.

My home town. Made by a friend of mine.

Hard Determinism for the win.

Hard Determinism for the win.


But Confucius has answered them with the final whistle, it’s all over. Germany, having trounced England’s famous midfield trio of Bentham, Locke and Hobbes in the semi-final, have been beaten by the odd goal.

Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted.
John Lennon
Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.
Franz Kafka
Success is a lousy teacher. It seduces smart people into thinking they can’t lose.
Bill Gates