Ah ... We are finally in a forum in which it is appropriate to discuss the Gospels - the section of the message board in which we explore the function of humor.
Let it rip. We are free to unleash demons which might be otherwise restrained.
Wait ... what's this?
Those who have a job and are married feel lucky.
There's a sucker born every minute.
It really baffles me how education is promoted as the necessary ingredient for a "future work-force" - as though education were some kind of "job training" to turn gregarious apes into servile and obedient insects. Just as there are nuances which distinguish humor from comedy, there are nuances that distinguish education from "training, conditioning, brainwashing, hypnotyzing".
I love the scene in
Henry Fool where he is strongly suggesting to Simon that he needs to quit his job in order to have time to think and reflect. And that was just to drink beer and write poetry about excriment and sanitation engineering. Poetry about human waste and the garbage we can't help but produce ....
And if Henry Fool thought one needed to be free of steady employment in order to write poetry or prose, imagine how much more leisure one would require if they just wanted to study some math. Here we have a quandary which countless youths will me banging their heads against the wall over: the world seems to be designed in such a way as to play a cruel joke on those who engage seriously and honestly with mathematics textbooks. We live in a world which praises a man's willingness to engage in hard labor, even if he is just cutting down trees in order to make room for yet another hideous statue. Hard labor is praised as noble. Soldiers and police are praised. Let's not forget firemen. All I can say is that, if anyone is aiming to learn some math (and programming), that individual will want to develop a strong disdain for public opinion. No one will ever heap praises on the determined math student who contributes nothing to society.
And yet they think those who work for NASA, those suckers who daydream of colonizing Mars (what a joke these people are!), must be "very good at math". I sometimes really hate society. So many lies, so much willful ignorance, and too much hype. If someone really wants to spend their lives studying mathematics, they will have to get used to playing the role of someone who is "mentally ill" or afflicted with "social anxiety". You have to make it quite clear that you are far too interested in studying to be of any use to society.
Nothing that is so, is so.
AND, hey! I may be rather irreligious, but from what I was "taught" or from what I garnished from the whole story about this Jesus character, wasn't he the son of a carpenter? Does this not imply that he was "occupied" building cabinents or door-frames or book shelves or something for his daddy, his mother's baby's daddy?
My favorite part of that whole story is how he quit his job at age 30 and went wandering around with prostitutes, fishermen, and, in general, people who drank wine and talked alot. The more I think about all this, the less significant it seems to me. I just wanted to mention that the trade was CARPENTRY. He carried wood and stuff like that. He used hammers and nails and saws. Maybe he even studied some plane geometry.
It doesn't matter. The important thing is that he wasn't satisied with this way of life and preferred to contemplate upon the lillies in the field. He was just one of many crucified by the Romans. Weren't they Italian?
What does any of this have to do with anything? I wonder how much time so many people spend thinking about that story. Oh well.
Catcher in the Rye can be terribly funny at some of the points. Reading about Holden Caulfield can indeed be amusing, but not “being” Holden Caulfield.
I used to say the same thing about my scribblings when I used to fancy myself as writing some kind of hilarious autobiography. I once said to my Dad, "It may be funny to read, but it surely is not funny to live this life. Not funny at all, unless, of course, the joke is at my expense."
(He chuckled at that, by the way. Those are the kind of lughs I am looking for - not the hardy slapstick laughs, but the "philosophical chuckle," which is not very hearty at all and resembles a sigh more than a laugh.)
While I don’t have a wife or a paramour, the libido is strong and unrelenting. When I look at a nubile nymphet, something within me desires to possess her, something which is shrouded in the intoxicating fumes of carnality and yet, there is a lucid part, which knows that she too eats, excretes, and has various complexes.
nubile nymphetintoxicating fumes of carnality That gave me a chuckle. Thanks, Holden. Good stuff there.
Time for some strong coffee, tobacco, and math + math + math = maths.
I got no time fer Jesuz, sir. I'm studying me some dilations, tessellations, rotations, reflections, symmetries and some other interesting ideas. I would not mind being crucified as long as it brought some attention to the fact that you can't study too much mathematics while reporting to a supervisor who gives you one task after another to perform.