I just posted an old paper that I remember having a lot of fun with. (I am posting my old school papers here and try to add one every other day or so depending on time.) This was for a critical theory seminar on vitalisms in Continental philosophy. I think my take on Bergson was pretty creative and I’m still pleased at what I was able to throw together, but John Smith’s comments were very helpful and I ought to make some additions to it and create a new version some day, just for giggles. If anyone wants to see my thought-experiment wedding early twentieth-century philosophy with early twenty-first-century science, the paper was called Élan Vital Redux?.
I was supposed to have Internet instaled at the flat in Rekhovot this morning, but that didn’t quite go as planned. Turns out it’s not WiFi, it requires me to plug in. This is extremely inconvenient, as there are no outlets near the phone jack, and I need to have my computer plugged into the box anyhow. This means that I have turned the kitchen table lengthwise, and have one cord running to one wall and another to the opposite wall. I have to unplug in order to access the kitchen. Hah-rumph.
But more importantly, I still don’t have Internet access. What I have is a working telephone (so what?) and a bridge that has no DSL light. In Israel apparently they use separate companies to provide the access, and Barak only made the arrangements with the first company. He has to call the second and have the access turned on, and will get to that some time between to-day and Thursday. Hah-rumph.
Upshot is that I’m sitting in Aroma again, the café about six blocks from my flat. There is a group of six old men chatting behind me and I’ve tried to follow some of the conversation. The nice black gal who works here and has decent English taught me a few new words to-day, since I have been consistently missing things — like the Hebrew terms for dine-in and take-out. *grin* So, happy about that. There’s also the usual smattering of cute gals in here and walking down the street; one might wonder if I’m Jewish because of the cute girls, or if the girls are cute because I’m Jewish. *lol* At any rate, my decaf latté was good and the complimentary chocolate that always come with drinks equally good. I’m now off to do some more planning for excursions. Once I’ve broken these boots in a bit I am headed for the next town…