Filed under: Philosophy of the Person
I know I promised to post the Key to Anna Gumamela’s Personality Test, but thing is… never mind.
Dammit. The hardest things to talk about are the things that you want to forget because in talking about them, they resurface, making them even harder to forget.
For those of you who think that I am just blabbering my way to get something posted, think again. If someone talks gibberish, it doesn’t mean that s/he is not capable of thinking about something better to write about. It could be that s/he is suffering from a delusion… or a manic-depressive attack… or whatchamacallit. Bantering him / her by attacking his / her creativity will trigger the monster in him / her to come out and start tearing your limbs into bits. You might end up as a pulp.
I am three chapters away from achieving the I-thought-impossible-to-achieve: reading, cover to cover, Umberto Eco’s Foucault’s Pendulum. One hell of a book. If you like history, encyclopedia, black magic, occultism, numerology and you have a sense of irony and humor to match your liking to the above subjects, read it. Thank God I delayed reading it for almost a decade, otherwise I would not have the sense in line with Eco’s to be able to grasp what he talks about in the book. It’s a parody of history. Entertaining. And come to think of it, entertaining is an understatement. One hell of a magical history tour that leaves you saying, "What the fuck! Bwahahahahaha!!!"
Meanwhile, Mister Penguin is already breathing at my neck, asking me to leave. Should I whack his face with the keyboard or the mouse? Maybe with both.
Ciao.
