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Sunday, October 4, 2009

While migrating to the couch...

.... I grabbed my computer (to read my articles I have chosen for the day) and a pen and notepad (for my thoughts on the articles). I am set for my next hour or so.

The first article I read was not really an article at all actually, it was a poem that was posted on a blog that I got in my newsfire. The entry was titled Friday Poem: "Things". It was the September 18th Friday posting for Leiter Reports: A Philosophy Blog, the poem was written by Maurice Leiter.

The poem is simply about how the author of the poem often times remembers things from the past unexpectedly while in the present. He states that the present helps him to remember and enjoy the simplicity of remembering the past. (At least that's what I got from it...)

I personally find this poem ironic to me and my life because that is something that happens to me quite often. Maybe all my memories of my past aren't very enjoyable, like anyone I would think, some memories are enjoyable and some aren't. I do, however, struggle with how to recognize what exactly it was that triggered that specific memory. It is quite often that my flash memories have nothing in common to my present or, in any sort of telepathic way, to my extremely near future. Many times I will be driving to or from somewhere, unnoticeable singing along to some song playing, and thinking about something 100% relevant to what I am doing or need to be doing next. I.E. "What's my next errand?" or "OK, I just dropped my film off, its 1:15... It should be done by about 3 or 4, so that's when I need to be there to get it. Damn, I need my own darkroom..." About 75% of the time, completely random in the depth of my thought, an image of my past will flash though my mind either with sound and/or motion for about a half second, then go away, and I continue my original thought like it was never interrupted. Is this normal, odd, or even healthy? I have no idea...
...but the poem was nice.
The second article I read was titled Violating your own right to privacy? by a a guy named Mike Labossiere. He has a very good blog about philosophy and every now and then ethics.
This article was very interesting to me. I agree with the point of it, I appreciate the article, and I understand the reasoning. Basically people, you have a right to privacy. "Back in the day" (say early 1990's and before) people still had somewhat of a mystery to them, that remained a mystery unless mentioned, with expectations of advice in return, by the person who had that something private to share... That doesn't seem to be the case in today's world. People don't hold back in phone conversations anymore whether it be in the supermarket, while sitting still in traffic with your window down, or in the best spot ever.... the public bathroom. What ever happened to withholding? You have a right to keep a diary, either it be in your head or in an actual journal, and even to your best friend. You don't have to talk about it all over the web, via facebook, myspace, or your personal blog. In agreeing with the writer about the second point in the article, just as much as you have the right to privacy, we SHOULD have the right to consent of wanting to know you every little detail about how you're going to do x with y and their place while talking to your "bff", thinking us imaginary people don't give a shit, or more ignorantly, don't hear you. Instead we are forced to hear you because you're 10 times louder than the train going by, a block away. We have the right not to hear you, but plain and simple, we can't not hear you. As for public Internet displays, we as individuals have the right and choice not to read your life story, so then we still have some kind of mystery to you.

Now, while this is my personal reply or reflection to the article, and my views may or may not be what the writers views were or if he had intentions of coming across as I took it. This is just a written showing on my feelings towards the issue.

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