Browsing the blog archivesfor the day Saturday, February 23rd, 2008.


The Eagle 2.0 Has Landed

travel

   Back in Original TMX, I swore on God’s green earth that I will never - ever - return to Metro Manila to do absolutely anything ever - ever - again.  I am so wrong.

   I am dead wrong, and I’m damn proud of it.  These are moments where I can’t fuck up anything anymore no matter how hard I try.  Which is one of the benefits of being wrong: P70.00 taxi fares, big hulking luggage, and your own bank being temporarily disconnected to Megalink.  So no matter how hard or how much I try, I’ll always be damn proud and damn wrong from this point forward.

   Marocharim has landed.  Prepare for heck, Manila.

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Razor

school, social anthropology

   Karlo Mongaya of Postcard Headlines wrote some thoughts about postmodernism yesterday.  To be honest, I have had my own fair share of “paradigm shifts” over the course of my active intellectual life: like most UP students, I started out reading Marx, but eventually moved my own line of thinking parallel to anthropological theory, where names like Tylor and Morgan come to the fore.  Then I became a bit radical: later on in college, I became riveted to the ideas of Louis Althusser, Roland Barthes, Jacques Derrida, and nowadays I’m doing some self-study on the work of Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari.

   I can’t say I understand every bit of them, but I try.

   I met up with Tano, a philosophy instructor and a friend of mine back in college, yesterday, and she put things rather bluntly: “That’s the problem with you: you are the exact opposite of Ockham’s Razor.”  To which I playfully responded: “Because I don’t shave.”  Did William of Ockham have a beard, a stubble, or was he clean-shaven?

   I’m reminded of the Sokal Affair: basically, a physicist named Alan Sokal wrote a “piece of nonsense” and the paper was eventually published in a journal.  I don’t know: I can claim publicly right now that my own thesis on Friendster played on the Sokal Affair (although I’m not saying that my own thesis is a bunch of bullshit).  I could have entitled my thesis “It’s Complicated,” but I opted against it.  My own “philosophy of social science” can be summed up in one sentence:

   “When confronted with a social problem, fuck it up.”  To which the response would be, “Depends on how you fuck it.”  Basically, a social problem is a whore, and you can penetrate it by the ear or the nostril if need be.

   I’m off to Manila, and I’ll be explaining this through a 20-minute lecture in two weeks.

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