Bored Sick

Today I am sick...and it is no fun. I am not only sick, but I am bored sick.

I am actually going a little bit stir crazy right now. I'm playing online etymology games, and randomly visiting strangers blogs and playing strange "answer this question" type of comment games; so wanting to play "blog tag" and post "5 things that no one knows about me,' but then realizing that there is a good fucking reason no one knows them...I don't want them to be known - especially not in a context such as this.

How about this one - another blogger request: "turn to page 123 of the closest book and type the 5th sentence:"

"hence we must be patient at the crossroads and endure this undecidable trivality. Without it - and this is the thesis and the decision -no decision would be possible, nor ever any friendship. There are we. In this very place? No there." - The Politics of Friendship, Jacque Derrida

Yes, that's been the closest book to me for a while now...It's bit tricky to navigate full speed ahead without a hell of a lot of drugs.

So in between pear tea and getting to know Sophecles, I am fuzzily link hopping. Oh - who is Sophecles? He's my new mouse. There he is now. Sophecles lives under my dishwasher apparently. At first I thought that I was so sick that I was hallucinating...due to the speed-ball combination of postmodern reading and cold medicine - but he is real. Or, I suppose I should say - as real as real can be.

I'm involved in a new narrative...Mice visitors represent that we are not alone. I am trangressing the power structure that tells me it is horrible and inappropriate to allow mice visitors to remain living under ones dishwasher. Who are they to relegate the nonhuman to the frigid death of Winter? Non-Manitobans. Granted, there are many places that I would not allow Sophecles to visit - but I don't frequent the space under my dishwasher; hence I figure if he can make use of it, and if he stays there, he can have it. All the best to him. Merry Pest-Mas.

In my link fest this evening, this is what I have come to:

Dawkins on Postmodernism

Minima Moralia - Adorno

Immanence and Deterritorialization

WWII Posters

Foolproof

My philosophies are darting all over the place, in a wild frenzy...searching for narrative ethics, and some sort of integration of the fragments that resonnate with me. I want an epiphany damn it! Sigh. I suppose that cold medicine is a sorry substitute for Foucault's LSD moment in the Californian desert.