So Callicles is hosting a party and Socrates and Chaerephon show up late. Gorgias is the guest of honor and he’s brought along his fanboy Polus. The deal with Socrates is that he asks people questions to the point that they are caught in some sort of contradiction (like Columbo does). In this case, he is trying to figure out what the hell Gorias does for a living. Gorias says he is a "rhetorician" and his medium is i discussion in the same way your medium is craft supplies. It goes like this:
S: But don’t you have to talk in most of the arts?
G: Yeah but mine works only through language. Special Language.
S: ?
G: Persuasion. I can get people to do what I say.
S: Isn’t that a dangerous thing to teach to others?
G: Nah. A rhetorician always does the right thing. And in any case, if one of my students didn’t do the right thing, I just taught him the skills.
S: I’m calling b.s. on that doublespeak.
At this point Polus starts getting touchy on Gee’s behalf and wants Socrates to answer the questions. Socrates is pretty sassy about it. He uses this great analogy; rhetoric is related to justice in the same way cooking is related to medicine, in that rhetoric and cooking are what you might prefer because they sound/taste good but justice and medicine are the actual good. Rhetoric is a highfalutin name for flattery.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Wanna help me with a class project?
So in my Writing Persuasion class I have to respond to readings and one of the options is to write my response as though it were a blog post geared towards a particular audience. I figured i could do it on my real blog, and gear it towards you, Sarah Elizabeth Rogers. I am supposed to be persuasive, so I think my goal will be to persuade you that you can be interested in/ understand what is going on with all these philosophy texts I have to read. You, if you would like a task, can endeavour to explain to me in clear and simple terms with examples that are accesible to me what exactly you do on a day-to-day basis because I still don't understand. Sound Fun? Let's begin!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
In Richmond
I am currently visiting the family in Richmond, VA. I am Livin In... June Bug. I'm not freshly married to some young tart and I don't have an accent. It's hard in some ways to come home. A home that has stayed mostly stagnet but has a graivational pull that wants to bring you back in. I will do Amelie. For me I want you to do a Livin In... Grad School. This being Grad School from Kathleen Shaw's perspective. I can't wait.
Hoochie Coochie
How would one dance the western hoochie coochie? The reference to dancing the hoochie coochie is actually in Meet Me in St. Louis the song: "We will dance the hoochie coochie. I will be your tootsie wootsie. If you will meet me in St. Louis, Louis. Meet me at the fair."
Saturday, March 19, 2011
today i dressed like a cowboy
i meant to be sort of chic and seventies but i ended up looking like a western hoochie coochie.
Dressing in....Amelie
y'know how Design*Sponge does the Living in.. section? Today your task is to pick an outfit for tomorrow that is Amelie inspired. y'know, think black lace, doc martens, polka dots, green, cardigans, red. then give me a task because i am BORED with my wardrobe and could use a little costume inspiration (an era, a movie, someone else's awesome outfit will do)
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Floral Saddle Shoes
So my Daydream Saddle Shoe by Rachel Antonoff for Bass will be shipping this week! I have been sitting on my hands since I saw the preview on Calivintage.com back in Sepember 2010. In anticipation I have ordered the navy shirt dress, the Old Navy white sweater and a slimmer pair of jeans. On my buy list is a blue blazor an a skirt to maybe go with it. Should I play it safe? Play it feminine? Or play it bold? I am trying to think of other accessories too. I now own sheer white anklet socks but I'm realing gunning for a small neckscarf ala 1950s. Can't wait!
Took My Plant, and Patted It Down.
Sunday events. Bad (for you) McDonalds lunch. Stopped "A Royal Wedding" with Fred Astaire; not enough dancing. Turned on "The Royal Tenenbaums." Questioned getting a land line in order buy a Margot Tenenbaum's phone. Contemplated this came out in 2001, damn. When I graduated high school, double damn.Performed surgery on a coworker's quilted teddy bear; her foster dog mistook it for a inbetwen-meal-snack. Watched some "How I Met Your Mother." Made Swan towel. Watched the last half of "Kate and Leopold." Repotted my aloe plant to Carly Simon. Thinking meatball sub for dinner, yep. Oh and wash underwear, I've been going commando. Where is my meatball sub??Pig Truck Love Affair
Ah, (cough, cough) got me a truck to use fer haulin’ pigs.
It’s a big dirty truck and not clean like other rigs.
My pig haulin’; truck is caked with rust, pig shit and piss.
Ugly, stinkin’ flithy mess, impossible to miss.
We go down the highway, yeah, oink, oink, squeal!
It’s a job, it’s a life, yeah, it’s how I buy my meals.
The engine shakes and groans in the engine well
as my pig truck rolls on the road to little piggy’s hell.
To Disneyland or Canada go families in their mini vans
with the kids waving at the truckers with their sticky hands.
If your little kids ever waved at me it would be a fluke,
’cause my truck is nasty and makes most people puke.
I could of had a different job, driving a different truck.
A beer van, a city bus, even a taxi cab wouldn’t suck,
but like Lucifer, I am a sort of angel that fell,
instead of brimstone or lakes of fire, I have piggy smell.
Pig haulers never cry in their beer, or bitch or whine.
No, we just roll down the road with a truck load of swine.
It’s a lonely life, ya stop up the tears with a cork
’cause if it weren’t for me then you’d have to haul the pork.
It ain’t so bad, ’cause my truck is mine and mine alone
I’m the king of pig hauling, yeah, my truck is my throne.
On my own, I got no boss, or a back that’s ah achin’
the pay is good, so you can say I really bring home the bacon.
When I ride in my pig truck, I thank the Lord above.
Hauling pigs is more than a job, man, it’s an act love.
And some day when I die I hope it’s in my rig.
Don’t bury me, just grind me up and feed me to the pigs.
It’s a big dirty truck and not clean like other rigs.
My pig haulin’; truck is caked with rust, pig shit and piss.
Ugly, stinkin’ flithy mess, impossible to miss.
We go down the highway, yeah, oink, oink, squeal!
It’s a job, it’s a life, yeah, it’s how I buy my meals.
The engine shakes and groans in the engine well
as my pig truck rolls on the road to little piggy’s hell.
To Disneyland or Canada go families in their mini vans
with the kids waving at the truckers with their sticky hands.
If your little kids ever waved at me it would be a fluke,
’cause my truck is nasty and makes most people puke.
I could of had a different job, driving a different truck.
A beer van, a city bus, even a taxi cab wouldn’t suck,
but like Lucifer, I am a sort of angel that fell,
instead of brimstone or lakes of fire, I have piggy smell.
Pig haulers never cry in their beer, or bitch or whine.
No, we just roll down the road with a truck load of swine.
It’s a lonely life, ya stop up the tears with a cork
’cause if it weren’t for me then you’d have to haul the pork.
It ain’t so bad, ’cause my truck is mine and mine alone
I’m the king of pig hauling, yeah, my truck is my throne.
On my own, I got no boss, or a back that’s ah achin’
the pay is good, so you can say I really bring home the bacon.
When I ride in my pig truck, I thank the Lord above.
Hauling pigs is more than a job, man, it’s an act love.
And some day when I die I hope it’s in my rig.
Don’t bury me, just grind me up and feed me to the pigs.
by Robert Silvera
Picture original source unknown.
The Lost Art of Towel Origami
On Claire, my baby sister's, honeymoon she went on a Carnival cruise to Mexico. There was lot of drinking involved and Joe, my brother, chasing chickens down the streets. Claire came back in time for my 24th birthday. She came bringing a statue of a brick guy, a glass chicken and Carnival Towel Creations 40 Designs. While Kathleen wants to sing a Grad school swan song, I can roll a towel swan.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
You're #1! You're #1!
At the end of your thesis I will get you something to recognize your awesomeness. You are like a marathon competitor of the mind. Did you ever do Odyssey of the Mind? I always thought you had to be smarter than adults to get to do it, so I never thought I had a chance.
Did you ever wear bike shorts? I was kinda obsessed with them in like 3rd to 5th grade. One of my favorite pairs were black with fluorescent pink strips down the sides.
The ribbons: 3rd place was for 7-8 Girls 25 Freestyle, my time was 23.89, 2nd place was for 7th grade middle school Olympics co-ed tug-of-war (my boyfriend Parker was on my team) and first place was 7-8 Girls 25 Backstroke (my best stroke), my time was 29.34.
I Take My Job Seriously
Kathleen Elizabeth Shaw, I will see your challenge in entertaining you via inspiring posts. Be prepared because between now and Tuesday you don't know what I'll post!
First for your viewing pleasure I have three items currently coming over from jolly England! I have been a fan of Tatty Devine fr a couple of years and finally sent in an order. I ordered The Trapeze Necklace and The Volume Button Brooch (Quantity: Two). Who doesn't wish at one point or another that they could turn my volume down! I invested in two because I would also use them as sweater clips (of course I would put a chain between them).
I am hoping this summer to get the creme de la creme of their necklaces- Dinosaur Necklace! But do I get it in black, gold or white?
NEW and IMMEDIATE TASK
Sarah--
I need you to post and/or email multiple inspiring things so that I have a treat to look at while I try and write 5 pages of a 14 page paper that is DUE ON TUESDAY. I need to take internet breaks frequently and having something specific from you would be a thousand times better than mindless facebook wandering.
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I need you to post and/or email multiple inspiring things so that I have a treat to look at while I try and write 5 pages of a 14 page paper that is DUE ON TUESDAY. I need to take internet breaks frequently and having something specific from you would be a thousand times better than mindless facebook wandering.
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