hesitant aranta



depicted

[foto de ºCHiViSº--flickr]

incoming
Nicomachean Ethics//Aristotle
Eudemian Ethics//Aristotle
Poetics//Aristotle
De Anima//Aristotle
Cause, Necessity and Blame//Richard Sorabji
The Fragility of Goodness//Martha C. Nussbaum
Essays on Aristotle's Ethics//Amelie Rorty (editor)
Aristotle's Theory of Action//David Charles
Aristotle on Moral Responsibility//Susan S. Meyer
The Fabric of Character//Nancy Sherman
Choosing Character//Jonathan Jacobs
Aristotle's Psychology//Daniel N. Robinson

Volta//Björk
Medùlla//Björk
Vespertine//Björk
Vespertine Live at the Royal Opera House//Björk

Carbon Monoxide//Marlboro Reds
caffeine in not so large ammounts

a whole lotta love

secondary bibliography

overt influences
straying

[...]
Wie ich mechanisch eine neue Zigarrette drehe und die braunen Stäubchen mit feinem Prickeln auf das weißgelbe Löschpapier der Schreibmappe niedertaumeln, will es mir unwarscheinlich werden, daß ich noch wache. Und wie die feuchtwarme Abendluft, die durch das offene Fenster neben mir hereingeht, die Rauchwölkchen so seltsam formt und aus dem Bereich der grünbeschirmten Lampe ins Mattschwarze trägt, steht es mir fest, daß ich schon träume.
Da wird's natürlich schon ganz arg; denn diese Meinung wirft der Phantasie die Zügel auf den Rücken. Hinter mir knackt heimlich neckend die Stuhllehne, daß es mir jäh wie hastiger Schauder durch alle Nerven fährt. Das stört mich ärgerlich in meinem tiefsinnigen Studium der Bizarren Rauchschriftzeichen, die im mich irren, und über die einen Leitfaden zu ferfassen ich bereits entschlossen war.
Aber nun ist die Ruhe zum Teufel. Tolle Bewegung in allen Sinnen. Fiebrisch, nervös, wahnsinnig. Jeder Laut keift. Und mit all dem verwirrt steigt Vergessenes auf. Einst dem Sehsinn Eingeprägtes, das sich seltsam erneut; mit dem Fühlen dazu von damals. [...] Vision. Proza-Skizze//Thomas Mann.


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12.2.06

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this kind of uncertainty is quite astonishing; i find myself being scared most of the time, of a great number of different things. while i try to discover exactly where it all ought to begin and end, a shiver keeps going up and down my spine, as if i were about to collapse into the ground, as i've done a couple of times in the past. it may be just too much to handle at once; then again, there may not be anything to handle at all.
i'm afraid my grandfather will die soon, while i am away. the one man i've praised and adored and refused to see as a mere mortal is soon to leave this place. i had tried so hard to evade thoughts of such an event for so long, that i can no longer remember the last time i was truly afraid of it happening. but now the terrible confirmation of how easily life can turn into its opposite makes me wonder if i was right to run away from considering it as it is, as it has always been and how it will always be
we all drift away with such ease that it seems difficult to remember times when all was different, when we all shared something i cannot now sense or describe. people just fade out into the background of my life; it has been so for ever. S is going away for good, i do not know why he chose to keep me away from his side, i don't know where i took a wrong turn, what i could've done to hurt him, to make him despise me. it's funny how it happens not only with him, but with most everyone. i hope he'll be happy, or at least well. i know now i don't have to think about all those that have left without leaving something behind of them for me; perhaps it is and was better that way. i'll leave too; and as they did, i'll chose with whom to leave a bit of myself behind.

coming in through my ears:: Disturbed synapses//Badmarsh & Shri