People say that babies and the youngest children made the best philosophers because they constantly question, take nothing as a given, and have not conformed to society’s methods of reasoning.

People also say that old people are the wisest, given their accumulation and assimilation of life experiences.

So why does neither group have the faculty to command respect and/or effect change from the middle group, the theoretically dumbest but in reality, fittest and most powerful? Babies can’t talk; old people look stupid because they tend to trip over stuff and nap often.


Is it better to confidently say, “I’m not sure” in an isolated situation, or to say, “My mind’s not the sharpest” altogether?

To me, the former is like saying: “From these data and my 1337 calculator stat skillz, I have a +/- 10.% error.” [look, decimal point after the zero=2 sigfigs!]

To me, the latter is akin to: “Well, I didn’t even bother to really collect data; I know that I got a really cruddy balance, and my graduated cylinder was kinda uncalibrated, and since I ran out of filter paper, I used Kleenex.”

You know what ticks me off?

When Stop and Shop bananas turn speckly in the middle and stay green on the ends.

It’s a mixed message. Is it ripe, or is it not? Will my mouth be astringent and acerbic, or creamed and happy?

Kinda like the exams I’ve gotten back recently. The only reason I complain is because (1.) My grade could have afforded to take a hit, to help me learn properly, and (2.) Uh..wait–I forget. I rush through them foolishly, procrastinate, or just downright get questions wrong, and teachers, in the spirit of rushing, don’t catch them or kinda ignore the lack of quality because I wrote what they were expecting people to write.

Once, when I showed the teacher my wrong answer that she didn’t catch, she almost bought that my wrong answer was right when I explained my methodology. [I had thought that I was right, until a classmate interrupted my teacher’s “oh darn, I was wrong” with the correct explanation. Then I was like..oh, so gloves aren’t socks, eh?) For some reason, the ordeal confused me a little beyond the realm of socks and gloves.

It’s amazing how easy it is for people to not miss things. Like when you haven’t boughten oranges for a few months because the only ones at the market are lumpy, dried up, and not fresh because they’re not in season, you don’t miss the oranges. Less trivially, I haven’t practiced the piano (which I quit recently) for about a month. I’ve played it, but have almost been scared at the return of the sounds.

If piano, something I’ve claimed to have held dear to my heart, can be fazed out of my life so easily, what about things that matter to human dignity, like civil liberties? Though I’m not very familiar with psychology, we learned in 7th grade health that people first need physical things, then security, then human love/friends, then some other stuff.

Take a nice family in the outskirts of a city in a country with a slightly totalitarian government with many prepositional phrases. They have a nice apartment, appliances, no threat of robbery, job security, and much love for each other. Where does the civil liberties/”freedom”/etc. come in? I guess it might fit with the “security” part, as in: I don’t feel safe because I think the government will arrest me if I make a nasty pun at the “president.” But without armed guards taping your every sentence, this fear doesn’t seem to pop into the life of an ordinary happy citizen. Chances are that they don’t make too many nasty puns/intellectual criticisms publicly-there are less lugubrious topics to set into discussion. [In fact, I’m getting tired just thinking about thinking.]

So this is why people don’t rise up with gardening supplies and topple their governments, I guess.

[back to studying Taylor/Euler series. Wow, Taylor-Euler is an awful feeling thing to say. Tongue and mouth rub totally in the wrong ways.]