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About Me

I am what i am, what i have become, what i be and what remains to be (for)seen, what may have been, what may not be.
At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face. - Camus
You scored as Postmodernist. Postmodernism is the belief in complete open interpretation. You see the universe as a collection of information with varying ways of putting it together. There is no absolute truth for you; even the most hardened facts are open to interpretation. Meaning relies .. and even the language you use to describe things should be subject to analysis.

Postmodernist


88%

Cultural Creative


81%

Materialist


75%

Existentialist


69%

Romanticist


56%

Modernist


44%

Fundamentalist


38%

Idealist


38%
What is Your World View?
created with QuizFarm.comThere a number of contradictions to that quiz, the questions themselves are taken out of context first of all (it comments on textuality but then falls guilty of its own definition). It fails also to recognize the social constructionist 'label' as existing as different from just 'postmodernist'. Note too that the percent for 'materialist' is quite high, this being basically the opposite of postmodern 'ideas'. Anyway, good to do when you cannot sleep (due to thinking about randomness too much, mmmmm!)


You're Watership Down!
by Richard Adams
Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.
Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid .


My Interests

I'd like to meet:

virginia woolf, albert camus, wb yeats, sitting bull, gideon mack, the future, drifters, dreamers + black cats.

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Pablo Picasso, 1957......Las Meninas......Diego Velázquez, 1656
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"The farther he goes the more good it does me. I don't want philosophies, tracts, dogmas, creeds, ways out, truths, answers, nothing from the bargain basement. He is the most courageous, remorseless writer going and the more he grinds my nose in the shit the more I am grateful to him. He's not f---ing me about, he's not leading me up any garden path, he's not slipping me a wink, he's not flogging me a remedy or a path or a revelation or a basinful of breadcrumbs, he's not selling me anything I don't want to buy ¡ª he doesn't give a bollock whether I buy or not ¡ª he hasn't got his hand over his heart. Well, I'll buy his goods, hook, line and sinker, because he leaves no stone unturned and no maggot lonely. He brings forth a body of beauty. His work is beautiful." -- Harold Pinter on Beckett

one for the ol' road....but it's a bloody long road, must be prepared i dare saw to myself!

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tales of the crypt & other narratives of the symbolic religious unknown idols

back then turned in on itself to make now unknown from what happened thereafter from that point on back then

My Blog

In Ten Years From Now Back Then - a wee poem

Ten years ago in reality,Ten minutes ago in mind,Which is which, back then?The hour glass goes so slow,When the eye rest upon it.But turning to something else,The hands pass seconds as years.Back then...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 07:15:00 GMT

A Street Bicycle Named Jane Eyre

I have to do this, I must, I owe it to her. Recently I have not only let myself down but my bicycle - Jane Eyre. It all began when I cycled to work one day when the weather was good enough to do so in...
Posted by on Sun, 07 May 2006 10:24:00 GMT

Virtual Identities

The middle of the night and I'm wide awake again, I blame it on the pints i have to say. Time o write about the ol' identity perhaps. So here we are again, bopping around on the net, playing around wi...
Posted by on Wed, 03 May 2006 19:42:00 GMT

Ponderance

I am sitting in front of a computer monitor as I write looking at words appear a second after I think them. I am sitting in a room in napier where approx 500 people are doing the same to some ext...
Posted by on Tue, 02 May 2006 07:12:00 GMT

Clarifying Existence

I write this as much, if not more for myself that for 'others'. We must take this step by step i say to myself. Point 1: We exist, we find ourselves here, aware of our own existence and we realise tha...
Posted by on Mon, 01 May 2006 14:37:00 GMT