3.01.2007

What Was That Road to Hell Paved With Again?

I think we ought to assemble an elite cadre of smart people along these lines:
  • Dr. Sophie Draco, Psychologist. A specialist in human intentionality, black belt in Kempo Karate, enthusiast of experimental cinema.
  • Dr. Quintus Green, Historian. World's leading intellectual/cultural historian on conceptions of what it is to live a successful life.
  • Dr. Emma Macbeth, Sociologist. Able to predict what a crowd, nation, or continent is likely to do in the medium-term future with 74% accuracy. World-class pastry chef.
  • Dr. Jackson Thompson, MD, PHD, Biologist. MIT-trained neurologist, preeminent theorist of brain chemistry and its relationship to disposition and memory. Ballroom dancer, fencer, kick boxer.
This cadre would be brought together for one purpose: to figure out why it's so hard to do productive things in lieu of useless things and develop a drug regimen or meditational technique to enable all of us to match up intentions and actions at least 60% of the time.

Along those lines, besides getting school work done, I'd like to take a lot more pictures and put together a big list of authors I've read and what they wrote about. I'm terrible with the academic name-game. (I used to be contemptuous of the whole deal, but then I realized that there's a certain utility in summarizing a whole body of work and/or important argument with a proper name. Hobsbawm = Age of Revolutions. That kind of thing.)

Who's with me?!

8 comments:

Alexis said...

Good Intentions.

Don't forget - you're only human!

I forgot I need to sleep at night because I'm human. But now I have an ergonomic chair.

And a very serious need to sleep that won't be remedied until 7:00 pm. It is actaully difficult for me to answer the phone and say "Company name. Good Afternoon," right now. Get me that pastry chef.

Cabiria said...

I hear you on the academic name game. I've started resorting to mentally cataloguing various justifications for my constantly forgetting the names of fancy-pants folks. Some days I think it's mercury poisoning. Other days, lack of sun exposure (shakes fist at sky). Yeah, not the most productive list. Your idea would definitely be a good start.

Dolce Vita said...

Um,... you need to become a parent. I guarantee this will increase your productivity. Not only, will you get to perform countless experiments in child psychology and development (endless hours of fun, ahem, work there), but you will also find the exact speed necessary for optimal, superficial comprehension of works like Hobsbawm's.

The trip to hell is one wild ride!

kungfuramone said...

Well said, V.

It reminds me of my lottery-winning backpiece (that's a tattoo that covers your whole back) idea: a highway stretching off over the horizon with lots of flying devil people and the banner "All my friends will be there" around it.

HIIIIIGHWAY TO HELL! (DUN DUN) HIIIIIGHWAY TO HELL! (DUN DUN) HIIIIIGHWAY TO HELL!

AND I'M GOIN' DOOOOOWN! ALL, ALLLLLL THE WAAAAAY DOWN!

Ah, alcohol and blogging. Go team.

Elizabeth M. said...

Maybe we should make playing cards with all the bigwig pictures on the back. We could sit around, gamble, and remember what the hell Hobswamper said.

A said...

Sorry E, already done! Saw them a few weeks ago in a bookstore. Even better than playing cards, they are trading cards. Sort of like those garbage pail kids of our youth...do you have a Foucault?

http://www.theorycards.org.uk/

Trust in Steel said...

Did I see someone reference cards and gambling - you know I'm in? I love to indulge my vices!

Rachel said...

you know what'll get you going? string theory. Perhaps hell is simply another dimension, in which we are forced to live out all the horrible decisions we could have possible made in life. heaven is when we win the lottery and can put tattoos of devils and a giant highway across our entire back. BUT - this is all happening at the same time, right now, but in different dimensions. I feel like I have a better grasp of science after a few glasses of sparkling wine.