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A Long Way From Anything

A guy trying to find a home that never was.

Academia

Thursday, February 24, 2005
A recent and unexpected development: my paper "Virtue Ethics and the military profession" was selected to be presented at a philosophy conference. So here I go delving a little deeper into academia. I'll be presenting at the North Georgia Student Philosophy Conference (I'm digging the Cthulu theme...) at Kennesaw State University (strangely enough, the school my brother attends). I don't know my exact presentation time yet, but drop me a note and I'll let you know as soon as I do.

Ethics has always been one of my great loves in philosophy. However, so many people write on it that it makes it hard for a lightweight for me to compete. So, I've taken this little opportunity to utilize my very specific skill set to generate a paper which few are qualified to do. Nah. So there.

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Plans

Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Okay, since life is bearing down on me (graduation is ticking closer and closer), it seems as if I have to make some sort of plans. I've recently been talking to the Air Force about going into their commissioning program. The really nice thing about the AF is that they pull a standard 7 to 4 work day (definitely UNLIKE the Corps and the Army). So that's that, right? Sadly, no. Their next selection board meets in August. So, if nothing else, I have a few months to kill. On top of this, OTS wouldn't start until sometime in November. So I have eight months to kill. Gah. So now I'm looking for a job after I graduate. I'll be a moderately technically proficient guy (slight Computer programming skills, good people skills, 60 words per minute, excellent communication skills) with an absolutely worthless degree looking for work in an economy that's currently bleeding jobs to Asia like a victim of Jack the Ripper. Needless to say, I'm worried.

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Bueler?

Thursday, February 17, 2005
Someone, somewhere, has decided that I should teach Highschool. I only say this because our department has a program with the local Highschool where Philosophy Seniors come and teach a class or two. I'm doing Medieval philosophy. So now I'm a "Mr." Kind of scary, huh? I'm gonna wear a tie and everything! My only expectation is that this will prove to be a truer test of my patience than OCS ever was.

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Ticket Stubs and Marcel

Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Last night I was sitting in my apartment, listening to the radio and trying to do some work when a song came on that reminded me of someone. A good friend? Nay I say. A song an ex-girlfriend of mine loved once upon a time. Considering that I have been reading Alain de Botton's On Love, I decided to turn off the radio. So I got up, flicked it off, and decided to do a little light reading to take my mind off the past. Digging around in my bookshelf I came across a paperback I hadn't seen in a long time. I opened it up and saw the bookmark: a stub for a movie I saw more than a few years ago. It was for one of those artsy-fartsy sorts of art films I saw at the Tate Center when I was living in Athens.

For some reason, the stub evoked a deep emotion within me. It brought back all the sights and smells of that night. The girl I was with, the dinner she cooked for me that night, how we joked before the movie, how we snuggled during it, how we made love afterwords, everything. How strong a simple ticket stub is when you compare it to the forgetfullness and apathy of everyday life. How strong the human memory when looking back on good times. How strange that we forget the bad parts. Man I need to read more Proust.

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Back again

So yes, it's been forever. I would have thought blogger would cancel my account by now, but they are apparently none the wiser. So, in with the (admittedly belated) new.

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