Today there was a man next door sneezing -- one of those sneezers who should warn bystanders to wear hearing protectors and rain gear. There should perhaps be a school to teach quiet sneezing. What must it be like to be married to such a sneezer? Hmmmm... might be ok in other areas... My older sister has a ridiculous girly sneeze: ah choo! peep! I understand that the flesh in one's nose is erectile tissue. Is there any correlation between the demand society makes that we have quiet sneezes and also refrain from running around like cats in heat? Hmmm...
I've been rather scattered, so I don't pick up Wittgenstein's Poker every day -- it's a little book that ordinarily would last about a day, but I'm stringing it out for a llllooooonnnnngggg time. I was amused to realise this morning that when I read about the factions and beliefs in philosophy I don't think about something being "right." I don't have any belief in philosophy at all, apparently, and it just seems like one of those things people (mainly men one would hope) get up to instead of digging holes and filling them in or knitting and unraveling sweaters. Besides that, you can't use Photoshop in philosophy, so what's the point?
I have nothing to write about... did you notice?
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