I just can’t help but laugh every time. Can you imagine what you would’ve been like at 7 if you got stoned?
I’m reading this book called The Ethics of Memory, which is really amazing. I’ve marginalia-ed it up. It’s so amazing.
Anyway, Margalit talks about…well, lots of stuff, but his writing makes me constantly think of three things: The Moviegoer, human rights law, and On Beauty and Being Just. First, all of this thinking makes me feel super educated and smart. Second, and more importantly, I’m beginning to make more tangible connections among beauty and human rights and the idea of a “search.” Don’t you love it when things like this happen?
Which brings me to a somewhat unimportant but significant dilemma: what is beauty? Mr. Frazier believed that beauty is the promise of happiness. Our Aesthetics of Beauty class also explored the idea that beauty is the familiar. In a paper freshmen year, I delcared that beauty is the constant. Tonight, in the margins of my book, I wrote “beauty = promise of happiness = promise of pleasure = dignity?”
Anyway, I hope you’re always on the search for beauty.
Couple more things.
1. My room mate plays the guitar and records in his room. He sounds great and it’s awesome.
2. Can you even imagine these things?
These past couple of weeks I’ve been on this desperate search for an Arab-American community that exists somewhere in the deep bowels of Brooklyn. I, however, have been unsuccessful, simply because the Community as a solid, tangible entity doesn’t exist. When you walk into Little Italy, you can feel the cannolis and Catholicism in the air, just like in China Town you can smell the fresh fish and fruit. No matter where I seem to get off the subway, there is some dominant ethnicity (noticeable in the form of restaurants and street vendors).
I guess my point is that, while the novelty of ethnic districts can be endearing and fun, the mingling and intermixing of races is just the way it is, and the way it should be.