get up and walk out

i'm the kid who got up and left during your into to philosophy class on the work of lao-tsu, having read his (translated and thus likely butchered) words to the effect of "those who know don't say." i was also reading a lot of walt whitman at the time -- poems like "when i heard the learned astronomer":

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

i had a great extra-long, circuitous walk back to the dorms, thought about god's great gift to the world, smoked some pot with some friends, played some guitar and giggled myself to sleep. at 32, my days are much the same, only the green leaves have been replaced by decaffeinated tea ^_^

this means if you read this blog, you'll get a second-rate education in philosophy. it could be worse -- i could assign 200 pages of nietzsche!