This will hurt me...

For various reasons (most long since forgotten), I have spent a great deal of time engaged in situations where there has been a lot of talking about thinking about thinking about reading about thinking about thinking . The thing that strikes me most is that – underneath the discourse – if all we are doing is thinking about thinking, are we actually thinking ? Or does, perhaps, thinking about thinking equate to a form of intellectual masturbation , pleasurable, entertaining (for a time), but in all probability not honing our skills in any useful manner? Moreover, if we think too much about thinking, might we not affect our ability to think ? If it does, is this effect to enhance our thinking, or might it actually degrade our ability to think? Now, I’m not suggesting that we all just at once stop reflecting critically upon the processes that underlie and inform the way that we go about our thinking (or even our thinking about our thinking). Maybe my beef is not with think...

Sometimes there is nothing more a lad needs than to chew on his mother’s finger for a while. Lately, Ezra has taken it upon himself to chew on whatever he can manage get into his mouth. I am not one to judge, whatever gets him through the night is fine by me. Sometime I wish that all it took was a quick nibble on a finger to make all of my worries melt away, but alas, it is never that simple. With Christmas on the horizon – and my loathing of all things holiday cheer as solid as ever – I have been thinking about something that I can’t quite make a decision on. The issue concerns two grossly obese blokes that can be found in the bus mall at 7:45 every morning. These fellows, without fail, can be spotted eating a gigantic helping of fish and chips each. I can’t quite decide if I admire their enthusiasm, zeal and casual disregard for the judgment of the mob, or whether they disgust me. As always, the very sight of two grossly overweight fellows stuffing their greasy faces full of artery-h...