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Civil disobedience

First of all, civil disobedience implies in its very name that it’s about not obeying something. “Civil” is defined by some dictionaries as “having to do with people and government, as opposed to the military or religion”. So well, so far — but fixing “civil disobedience” as “not obeying the government” begs the question of why should one obey “the government” in first place.

When you invoke the phrase “civil disobedience”, the matter of the source of a government’s power is immediately dragged into debate. The classical political scientists have explained it in the form of a founding myth, which makes government power particularly easy to deconstruct, but modern political philosophers like Bob Nozick have taken the hobbesian/lockeian approach to its logical limits, thus exposing the naked structure of a founding myth argument. A founding myth argument, it appears clearly, is about reasoning about a world without government and its undesirable characteristics, thus demonstrating the need for government by a reduction to absurdity.

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Dayvan Cowboys on Flickr

These are the (more interesting) results of a Flickr search for “Dayvan Cowboy”). Titles after images.

Dayvan Cowboy without knowing it

Dayvan Cowboy without knowing it, by Daniel Cuthbert

This deserves quoting the photographer’s explanation

Being in Thailand, and experiencing South East Asia, has changed me. I arrived here after 10 years of excess of living in London, NYC and other European cities, and liked the high-life.
Some say that Thailand brings out the party animal in you, I say it’s made me grow up and realise that material wealth means fuck all.

This man is my local Dayvan Cowboy, taking people where they want to go and always with a smile on his face.

If only some of my friends could have his sense of happiness without the need for flash cars and expensive shoes.

Is he? Or is he just a nonbuddhist bodhisattva? In any case, a dayvan cowboy knows he is a dayvan cowboy. Maybe the photographer never caught it.

Dayvan Cowboy

Dayvan Cowboy, by Thee E. Aldriches

Dayvan Cowboy

dayvan cowboy, by tadpole

Overpowered yet diving. This is not one of the better photographs from an aesthetic point of view, but probable the most dayvan cowboy-ish.

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More stuff [Psychopharmacological geekery, my diagnosis, Mixed States]

These mayonnaise posts might be annoying from the point of view of the reader and sure hurt my googleability and reader attention, but there’s so much context involved in most post and it’s kinda tiresome introducing it as-needed, not to mention forcing anyone who really wants to understand this story to decipher through the breadcrumb trails scattered over short-ish, this-is-now posts.

My psychiatrist. My psychiatrist is a psychopharmacology geek who has studied under who he consider his Master, a psychopharmacology geek from Spain. I mean, he went all the way through med school, but he still holds a special place to this Master.

What being a psychopharmacology geek means is that we’ve gone through a lot of meds trying to optimize my experience. Most psychiatrists will give you lithium or Depakote and expect you to cope — actually bullying you into coping and keep taking your meds — and while that does work wonders, statistically — as in preventing relapse for N weeks, where N is a function of the size of your research grant, I for one know that I would have lost a lot in life if I had been in Depakote monotherapy, even if that meant avoiding a few hypomanic flip-outs.

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