You love the accidental. A smile from a pretty girl in an interesting situation, a stolen glance, that is what you are hunting for, that is a motif for your aimless fantasy. You who always pride yourself on being an observateur must, in return, put up with becoming an object of observation. Ah, you are a strange fellow, one moment a child, the next an old man; one moment you are thinking most earnestly about the most important scholarly problems, how you will devote your life to them, and the next you are a lovesick fool.
“All You’re Waiting For” by Classixx featuring Nancy Whang
If you’re new to this blog then you’re new to my love of Nancy Whang, who I am certain is the missing ingredient for most dance tracks. It’s not that she has a particularly strong voice. But there’s something about her charisma and energy that radiates on whatever she touches. This track is just another excellent example. Dancing so hard to this right now you don’t even understand. I expect you to as well.
I’m looking forward to summer.
Tycho - Ascension
The title card doesn’t nearly do this work of beauty justice.
- Me: Philosophy isn't a profound or metaphysical sounding observation about the world. Philosophy is when someone asks "why should I believe that?" That's where the magic happens.
- Housemate: But why should I believe that?
A typical maneuver of postcolonial theorists is to say something like this: Marxism relies on abstract, universalizing categories. But for these categories to have traction, reality should look exactly like the abstract descriptions of capital, of workers, of the state, etc. But, say the postcolonial theorists, reality is so much more diverse. Workers wear such colorful clothes; they say prayers while working; capitalists consult astrologers — this doesn’t look like anything what Marx describes in Capital. So it must mean that the categories of capital aren’t really applicable here. The argument ends up being that any departure of concrete reality from the abstract descriptions of theory is a problem for the theory. But this is silly beyond words: it means that you can’t have theory. Why should it matter if capitalists consult astrologers as long as they are driven to make profits? Similarly, it doesn’t matter if workers pray on the shop floor as long as they work. This is all that the theory requires. It doesn’t say that cultural differences will disappear; it says that these differences don’t matter for the spread of capitalism, as long as agents obey the compulsions that capitalist structures place on them.