Friday, August 7, 2009

Explaining Myself

I've done a lot that could make people mistake me for some kind of western Buddhist. I let go of my possessions and attachments (what little there was of each to begin with), and hit the road to take time for myself. I even had someone suggest that I be a Buddhist monk the other day.

This is inaccurate, however, to characterize my actions as aligning me with a Buddhist outlook. I didn't reject possessions in their entirety, I appreciate the utility of a good tool, but rather I rejected the burden that meaningless possessions represented for me. I wanted to leave and everything I owned was holding me back. I did after all keep my laptop.

Rather than aligning myself with Buddhism at large, I see myself as being more epicurean than anything, although it might be said that I like finer foods than the actual Epicurus of Hellenic history. I like to live simply, but enjoy the things I do treasure. Good company, music, food, family these are all things I adore.

Buddhism rejects all attachments out-of-hand without really analyzing the risk/reward ratio involved in each. To my mind, the risk of the pain of having my laptop stolen is far outweighed by the utility it represents modulus efforts I take on my part to prevent theft. Buddhism rejects all pleasure and passion, where I embrace it tempered by a rational sense of proportion.

Passion is more or less the driving force in my life, whatever the objective may be. Without which, I would certainly not be the same person. Were it not for the desire to achieve nirvana, there would be little difference between the silence of death and the din of life in a perfectly buddhist life. I choose rather to embrace the outgrowth, noise, passion, and messiness of life wholeheartedly.

Rather than attempt to glide through life unscathed by the pains caused by attachments, passion, and simply caring, I want to be able to see scars. I want to be able to point to stories and see the storm and stress I endured. I want to be able to regale friends of old victories and funny anecdotes. I want to share my life with another person.

I just want to do it without being burdened like an ox with possessions for now.

I would make for a terrible buddhist.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Full Disclosure

I'm at, *checks wallet* $28 and change. I like to fly fast and low apparently.

Have some money rolling in from Ohio but not for a couple days. Taking it easy and probably getting some work done for the next couple days.

The humidity and heat here is distinctly unpleasant, practically puts you into a stupor the moment you have any beer. Nothing I'm not used to thanks to Ohio.

I've been listening to a lot of Autumn's Grey Solace lately. If you're in the mood for something pretty and chill, with tinges of the Cocteau twins, it's not a bad way to go. I find the music helps with writing as well as relaxes me.

Entertaining a lot of ideas lately with respect to work, not really all that certain how soon I want to be prepared to accept non-programming work.

I really dislike hot weather. Can't wait for it to start cooling down so that I can start thinking coherently again.

A post with a semblance of content to come when I'm in air conditioning.

First Arrival

Made it into Philadelphia at 8:41 am yesterday, pretty much hit the ground running as soon as Kacey picked me up in Chinatown. After dropping my stuff off at Kacey's apartment, we went out and I spent most of the day with either Kacey or Alex. Main priorities for today are to get some writing done and applying for work in the area.

I've been a bit distracted today so far but I hope to get some things done.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

I have arrived in philly.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Principled Nihilism

A commonly parroted notion is that nihilists are by nature some kind of licentious monster or serial killer. Of course, I intend to contend with that assertion. While some people I've met over the years have at least had the sense to not outright accuse nihilists as collectively being evil or morally aimless, but they still were distinctly unsettled. Unsettled in such a manner that I couldn't help but feel like they had these visions of Dante-esque orgies (or worse) in their mind's eye whenever they dwelled on the nihilist-in-question's beliefs.

Nietzsche is sometimes mistaken for a nihilist, but his general thoughts concerning nihilism is that it was the next stage for human development yet something to work past. What Nietzsche really wanted was a completely post-human/ubermensch redux of philosophy that would somehow be pure/true due to its separation from human concerns / history / culture / beliefs / morals / ethics. While I don't share his infatuation with a "post-human philosophy", he was very good at slicing and dicing. Nietzsche's deconstructive/analytical abilities are frequently hailed as being some of the best in human history, and yet, the majority of intellectuals, philosophers, and auto-didacts don't seem to apply the tools and knowledge that he offered.

One thing in particular that I refuse to do is to separate my humanity from my philosophy. That's not to say that sentimentality will supersede rationality or truth, but rather that I recognize being human as a fact of my existence and that any philosophical/moral truth which ignores this fact is more or less irrelevant.

The looks I get from people who've known or spoken with me for some time, when I tell them I'm a nihilist are usually more surprised than from those who are perfect strangers. There's a very real cause and effect going on here. The people who've had the opportunity to interact with me assume for various reasons that I've got a very strong sense of value. This isn't necessarily a mistake, there are many things I hold dear.

What it is that makes me a nihilist, what distinguishes me from the average person, is that I separate absolute universal value from my personal valuations. Some would call that subjectivism as *opposed* to nihilism, but this is incorrect. I assert, as all nihilists do, that nothing *actually* has value.

That doesn't change the fact that I'm a human living a human life in a human society and that I intend to make the very best of it. To my mind, getting people to understand and respect nihilism as a legitimate moral/ethical outlook is every bit as an issue for me as it is to get the general public to respect atheism as a legitimate viewpoint.

Where Nietzche ties into this, is in how I texture and describe how I handle the cognitive dissonance of valuing things that I know to have no value. The best and most universal analogy that I can muster is also the simplest. Everyone (anecdotally speaking) has had some kind of stuffed animal/thing that they clung to as an infant. In my case, it was Snuggles the bear (yes, the fabric softener).

To most people, in particular people not of my generation, Snuggles the Bear holds no meaning nor value for them. Just a corporate mascot. For myself and anyone else who had a parallel experience in their childhood, Snuggles is a source of a nostalgic smile and a reminder of a distant childhood.

The difference, is aesthetic. Value is aesthetic. Fashion is about what we value in adornments and clothing, which is aesthetic. Music is about what we aesthetically value in the chords and notes of musical compilations. Aesthetic is value, value is aesthetic. The human experience forms the basis of our aesthetic which forms the basis of what we value.

Contrary to what some say, this doesn't diminish values or morals at all. Quite the opposite. Instead of values and morals being some universal absolute carved-in-stone rules with no relevance to the present human experience, you develop an outlook on life that draws from and feeds into your memories, happy, sad, fearful, and angry alike.

Instead of the path we take in life being based on abstractions from on high with no concern for human worries, human passion or desire, or human circumstances, what we value can be based on matters of personal taste and integrity. For me, being a nihilist is about being human and embracing being human. It's about embracing the life that has formed my mind thus far.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

What's your Beef, Jerky?

As it stands, the plan is to depart Monday afternoon/evening. I'm heading for Philly first, then NYC. I'd eventually like to make a trip around the country, but we'll see what is feasible. Something has come up to give me cause to stabilize my life a bit. I'll be seeking work in Philly and NYC, and I have people I'm meeting up with in both locations. I'd like to make it out to Montreal and maybe Ithaca if possible.

I have a couch to crash on in Philly, but NYC I'm not as well briefed on. I'll update as I go. I keep meaning to buy batteries for my camera as well so that I can start photographing things.

I might be taking a small grill with me, if I can, I'll try to do some urban grilling.

I realized that I had a rather formidable (for one person) alcohol stash and that it needed to be drank before I left. The stash as it stands is a bottle of scotch, bottle of gin, bottle of cheap wine, and a small bottle of vodka.

Hopefully all of this ends with my making a new home after my walkabout and going back to work as a programmer.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Preparations and Farewells

I quit my job 30 minutes ago. They were surprisingly nice about it. I got a clothesline and a poncho last night. Was tempted to get a travel backpack but I just couldn't justify it. Present backpack works fine although the added carrying capacity might be useful.

After I collect and cash my final paycheck, I should be hitting the road this Friday, hopefully arriving Friday night or Saturday morning in Philadelphia.

I've acquired some writing paraphernalia for the trip so that I'm not chained to the laptop if I want to record any thoughts or experiences. My primary focus however will be on being there and experiencing the sights and people and not being a human camcorder.

Relaxed at the library today, pondered how nice it would be to have a companion on this trip like Kerouac had. Looks like I'll be on my own, I doubt I'll find anyone as mercurial as I am. We'll see.

It occurred to me today that I have an unusual number of scars for someone my age.

Time for me to get a couple pairs of shorts so that I don't continue to suffer in this weather.