Finished reading: Saint Thomas Aquinas by G. K. Chesterton 📚 I took an introduction to philosophy class. I was excited about everything I learned, but at the time, St. Aquinas was a drag. I couldn’t wait to move on to the next philosopher. Some months ago, I listened to an episode of the Pints with Aquinas podcast, and the host and guest expressed their fondness for Chesterton’s Dumb Ox. Now having read it, I need to revisit St. Aquinas’s writings.
“In the subjectivist, the pressure of the world forces the imagination inwards. In the Thomist, the energy of the mind forces the imagination outwards, but because the images it seeks are real things.” —G. K. Chesterton
Every morning I listen to two albums. Today I listened to New Game+ by Palette Knife and Bluff by yunè pinku.🎵
Let everything happen to you. Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final —Rilke
George Santos to play George Santos in the upcoming George Sanrio biopic available on the George Santos Network.
Two albums a day, an experiment in focus, and music. The past few years have seen a change in my appreciation of music. In my youth, I would immerse myself in a song, but now, the deluge of streaming music has led to consumption, not appreciation. I find myself thinking of the next song before the current one is finished. A terrible way to experience music.
And so, two albums a day.
Not every album warrants my full attention, but the ones that do are listened to with care, track by track. I’ve managed to restore some measure of appreciation of music.
I still read books, but not like in the old days. Nowadays, I devour books like a man scrolling through social media, hopping from one thing to the next without fully immersing himself in any of it. I’m juggling eight books at the moment, and it takes all the willpower I’ve got to resist the temptation of the ones waiting in line.
I’m not boasting. This isn’t anything to be proud of. I can’t seem to concentrate on one book at a time. I read ten pages here, a chapter there, and then on to the next book. And even when I settle for these meager portions, a nagging sense of FOMO distracts me - the fear that I might miss the book I ought to be reading next. It’s like no book can hold my attention for long.
Out of all of these, Saint Thomas Aquinas: The Dumb Ox is the one that demands and deserves my full attention, and Poems That Make Grown Men Cry delivers on its promise of tears.
I was having a hard time figuring out how to wrap this up, but then I realized that I read books like I read everything else - on all kinds of devices, from books to phones to eReaders. It’s both good and bad. On the one hand, I’ve got all the options in the world to read whatever I want. On the other hand, my attention span is shot to hell.
I’m enjoying After the Ice, but “fast-paced” it is not.
Every morning I listen to two albums. Today I listened to Finally, New by They Hate Change and Optical Delusion by Orbital.🎵
I can’t wait to watch Keanu Reeves kill a bunch of people in John Wick: Chapter 4. There were so many unanswered questions of who Keanu was going to kill in Wicks 1-3.
Every morning I listen to two albums. Today I listened to Human Coward Coyote by Nag and Koala and other metamorphoses by Trespassers W.🎵
I check Muskker a few times a week for DMs, and that’s about it. My posts on Muskker are archived so all that’s left is to off any functionality that re-posts to Muskker and I’m done.
Never gets old.
I was alarmed at the severity of lesions on the back of the gentleman’s neck sitting in front of me. It took me a moment to realize it was a tattoo.
Equus.
Airmail app on my iPhone is unusable this morning. Anyone else experiencing this?
Commute.
Every morning I listen to two albums. Today I listened to Silky by Andre Williams and RITUAL by SA BRUXA.🎵
