Tales of the Subway (Part II)
Point of order: the other day I made a typo and wrote "evern". I think this word should enter the English language. It would serve as useful shorthand for "ever even", or "even ever". (E.g.: "Gee, I don't think I've evern felt this God you keep talking about"). Consider it.
Now for the body of the exposition. Today I celebrated a friend's birthday, a friend who, I should add, has a penchant for unusual birthday parties. This particular one took place on the subway. There was a crowd of revellers, music, refreshments, food, a few cakes, gifts, confetti, balloons and dancing, all within the space of half a subway car. People kept getting on and off, and a few were curious enough to inquire what we were doing. Refreshments were given to all. A dude spread out on his seat led us in a rousing sixteen-bar blues chord progression. Someone eventually whipped out an accordion to entertain with polonaises and abortive jam sessions in A minor. We inspired a group of Pakistani youth to hoot and holler and jump around on the car to applause and cheers. Djembe-melodica counterpoint followed; confetti guns blew. The car rocked and rolled as it reached the end of the line and promptly turned around. We were cross-crossing the city; we were talking fuirously. We were tyring to introduce everyone to the two Dutch people we had just met a half hour before. We tried to make as much dissonance as humanly allowed. The accordion blasted out every note it could; guitar strings trembled in anaphasic glory; harmonicas blew their filthy tinniness; noismakers crackled and cackled; but the floor remained solid. Old Chinese men talked with bearded hipsters; old bums were pacified; the preachers of Dharma were nowhere to be found; our Pakistani co-revellers clapped their hands to Jewish songs from the old country; there was apple cider for every palate; Sri Lankan pastries chased rice balls and synthetic cake icing. Old lovers were temporarily reuinted on adequate terms. Fake arguments broke out and subsided (I wanted something in D minor but the man in the sunglasses would have none of it); fake subterfuge and skuldugger took over; improvised party games went on for a few minutes.
As I have a tendency to exaggerate, I want to explicitly say that all this is true.
Consider: "The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it!"
Now for the body of the exposition. Today I celebrated a friend's birthday, a friend who, I should add, has a penchant for unusual birthday parties. This particular one took place on the subway. There was a crowd of revellers, music, refreshments, food, a few cakes, gifts, confetti, balloons and dancing, all within the space of half a subway car. People kept getting on and off, and a few were curious enough to inquire what we were doing. Refreshments were given to all. A dude spread out on his seat led us in a rousing sixteen-bar blues chord progression. Someone eventually whipped out an accordion to entertain with polonaises and abortive jam sessions in A minor. We inspired a group of Pakistani youth to hoot and holler and jump around on the car to applause and cheers. Djembe-melodica counterpoint followed; confetti guns blew. The car rocked and rolled as it reached the end of the line and promptly turned around. We were cross-crossing the city; we were talking fuirously. We were tyring to introduce everyone to the two Dutch people we had just met a half hour before. We tried to make as much dissonance as humanly allowed. The accordion blasted out every note it could; guitar strings trembled in anaphasic glory; harmonicas blew their filthy tinniness; noismakers crackled and cackled; but the floor remained solid. Old Chinese men talked with bearded hipsters; old bums were pacified; the preachers of Dharma were nowhere to be found; our Pakistani co-revellers clapped their hands to Jewish songs from the old country; there was apple cider for every palate; Sri Lankan pastries chased rice balls and synthetic cake icing. Old lovers were temporarily reuinted on adequate terms. Fake arguments broke out and subsided (I wanted something in D minor but the man in the sunglasses would have none of it); fake subterfuge and skuldugger took over; improvised party games went on for a few minutes.
As I have a tendency to exaggerate, I want to explicitly say that all this is true.
Consider: "The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn't need its brain anymore so it eats it!"
6 Comments:
do you think sea squirts are thinking about anything when their brain is in their stomach?
digesting it, maybe.
There's a bit of philosophical weirdness here. It's not easy to define what the "sea squirt" is in this case. Is it its simple mind which is being eaten up by stomach acid, or is it the body? Can we even make such a distinction?
Cheers!
aha, that's interesting. i suppose it's also a question of language, or rather it could be more a question of language than of consciousness of the sea squirt itself, since one designates the 'sea squirt' exogenously without substantive experience of 'what it's like' to be a sea squirt (unless, of course, the creature itself were to lose consciousness of 'itself' as a self-defined knowledge-based concept in the process, in which case it wouldn't primarily be losing consciousness of 'sea-squirtness' as an experiential entity; or post-braineating wouldn't have the ability to conceptualise the loss of its 'alter-seasquirtness'.
i wouldn't mind observing one of these creatures eating its neurological system.. might drop by the zoology department. thanks for the post!
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