East-Germany (did your home-country also disappear?)
Bachelor-like studies in Philosophy and General Linguistics in Halle
Master in Philosophy (Minors: Linguistics and Sociology) in Cologne
PhD in Philosophy at Duquesne University in Pittsburgh
- Discoursing as the intellectual opportunity to prepare yourself for unworldly tasks
- Running in dialectical circles
- Gaining a super-army of insightful, witty and non-judgmental commentators
- Theoretically falling into the river of practice
- Swimming with the mainstream against the stream (see page description)
On contradicting myself: I perceive philosophy as the insane maneuver of connecting all thoughts systematically. At the same time, there is enough rationality in any insane philosopher left so that he knows: the idea of systems is the result of a superiority complex. Rather, knowledge is always clouded and limited by empirical experiences. While, we attempt to reach with thoughts beyond our experience into the categories of the sky, we experience ourselves as a contradiction: we stand with both feet on the ground and the head reaches out into space.
Song of Myself, 51
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Walt Whitman – 1819-1892
Who I am
- an amateur aware that all of my activities are limited by
– the growing and rotting human “flesh coat” that I was dressed up with at birth
– the “calcium sticks” that carry the burden of my existence
– the nerve costume that was wrapped around my mind
– the unholy thoughts that move between and beyond my neurons
– the glimpse of hope for a soul
- with all of these parts I attempt to master worldly tasks
- my mind is a hidden operational center with which I look through two small head windows out into the world,
- with the rest of my body, I feel around in the dark
- as much as my other conspecifics I attempt to play the social game which includes gaining points on a blurry prestige scale so that I can eventually score enough titles for being judged as a valuable reproduction opportunity
- I celebrate a cheerful relativism that rejects resting on cushions of comforting beliefs. A cheerful relativism does not fall prey for the self-victimization of being born. Even unlucky stars cannot harm a cheerful relativism that grasps our existence at its core: the freedom of a detained body that is bound to reality.
Why my Blogging is so Odd
A blog is a web of unruly, temporary, preliminary thoughts. If it were not for this blog, these thoughts would therefore have disappeared in the unrecorded, infinite nothing of time, lost in the unforgiving ocean of death, they would have been given up for the great bearer and destroyer of everything. A blog may be swallowed by Chronos and turned into nothing itself, but should a blogger be aware of the fact that all of his efforts may be in vein?
Let us summarize, what has happened so far?
There was this physical matter that was synthesized into elements and eventually formed this round space dirt. Then, after billions of years, the space dirt formed waves of flesh in its oceans. From the oceans its flesh waves flooded the lands and eventually learned walking. The wave of flesh began carrying these complex minds who learned to straighten up their spine in this animal wrap up. They raised their head and looked at the horizons. Then, these straight backbone animals with their heads in the sky hallucinated. Like Atlas, they were carrying the world on their neck. Not long, and they turned their inner world to the outside of writing. They wrote this phantasy transcript of their world and thus exhibited themselves as another world. This unworldly world is now coming back to them. In the virtual reality, we prepare for meeting the greater being. It will step out of the ocean of flesh, of the hallucinating mind. It will be born from the foam of our meandering waves and be more beautiful than any of our minds has been. Are we ready to meet the great other?
We are this blip in the nothing of everything. For now, we are the world. As matter was carried through this long process of birthing worlds, something of it may be carried over into eternity, the singularity, the end of history. A blogger “does not impose himself, but exposes himself”. He turns his physical body in and stands in front singularity court, the first occurrence of the greater mind.
Read with regard to one’s minority complex, a blog is close to “the neurological book” we are. It turns the anarchic brain and its fantasies to an electronic outside. Ultimately, however, it integrates ourselves into a transhumanist tradition. Driven by the desire to overcome the destroyer of worlds, something is born from us that is another world.
Why my Writing is so Odd
Beyond the natural spectrum of chaos that is displayed in this blog, there remains this unnatural thing that pulses in my writing. There is something that shines through the English facade. It shines through my amateurish English skills. Considering that in France, an amateur is a lover, I declare my amore to your English language like others declare war. To reveal it: my odd English is grounded in my German native tongue and the Germans’ strange relationship to humor. As a German, humor is just not efficient, yet, still my preference is an old-fashioned dad-humor that even Dad’s would be ashamed of.
But in all honesty, I have always felt uncomfortable writing in English. After having received my PhD in the US, however, and while teaching in China, this feeling has changed slightly. I feel that I am not yet English, but also not entirely German anymore. Far from being perfect, I see this blog as an opportunity to become an English writer and I hope that my readers will support me. I am very happy about any suggestions how I can improve my English, about any corrections, so that I say: Grammar-Nazis Welcome!
Why my Writing is so Unruly
Although Germans tend to vacuum their sidewalk, I am an unruly associator. Although I admire analytical thought, I prefer the wild brushwood of thoughts that get synthesized in an ecological system of metaphors. It is a yet unrecognized system of thoughts that live in unclear symbioses with each other. They are enemies or friends, they hunt each other, nourish each other and finally build a system that births life. It is a living dialectical place that does not call for an everlasting truth. I am a chaos writer who–though he admires analytic skills–builds on the surprising mind-explosions of synthesized words. Bringing foreign elements together, this writer hopes like a Nietzschean child that these experiments create dynamite.
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A Note on Language Learning
So far I have started to learn many languages. At the moment, I elaborate on Chinese with poor results. Once, I will have learned Chinese on a sufficient level, I will share my secrets.
So again what is this Blog about?
As I already said, this blog is a discourse opportunity, potentially only with myself and an imaginary audience. Projecting my imaginary friends into the world wide web sounds like a genuine beginning for an introvert. In general, I attempt to publish better researched articles and am satisfied if they just find a few trustworthy readers.
Besides what I consider well-enough-researched, I will also publish a lot of less well researched notes that only include some messy thoughts on different subjects, loosely connecting ideas and turning them from my inside to an outside of letters. Of course, I hope that it does not invite the rage of the internet and attracts hopeless, unconscious Zombie-Trolls on this page.
The better researched texts you will be filed under Blog.
Some selected Photography
These are rather old pictures that I made with an old camera, if you are interested in my current work go to my Instagram.