false belief

i've heard that some folks i know see no point in arguing with me.  this hurts.  just because i may come on stronger than others--when impassioned in debate--does not mean that i'm bullheaded or unwilling to admit when i'm wrong. 

i believe that we might come closer to the truth of things through intense discussion and open debate.  therefore i seek to engage those whose ideas--regarding a given issue--i respect the most.  i am sorry if some of the most thoughtful (and sincere?) people i know are so meek that they cannot see that it is out of admiration that i attempt to argue with them. 

for you who are so shy of what you wrongly perceive to be unconstructive confrontation, i am sorry that you think so little of me.  i would have you know that i consider your ideas for months and months and much longer than you might imagine.  i even lay in bed at night replaying past conversations in my head.    

i believe that no one perceives any issue with total accuracy.  in effect, i carry a firm and enduring DOUBT in the possibilty of any person being capable of elegant perception.  this applies to me and to others.  but, i also believe that we all probably have glimmers of the truth revealed to us.  these scattered revelations are always open to (and more than likely always subjected to) misinterpretation. nevertheless, i do believe that through relation, respect, and communication we might be able to piece small fragments of the puzzle together.

simply put, those who dismiss me, as too unreasonable to be argued with, hurt me.  

upon hearing that you have a policy of never arguing with me, my impression of you and our friendship changed.  apparently you allow less nuance and more generalization into your thought processes than i ever would have suspected.  it seems that just because i don't mind disagreeing and continuing the conversation with passion you consider me a pompous buffoon.  ultimately, you must think that i do not really consider the other position, that i always go in and out of debate stubbornly presuming that i am right.  

if any of that is anywhere close to the truth behind your policy of refraining from argument with me, i can only say the following.  your perception of me is inaccurate and unfair.

but, in this, as in any, case, I MIGHT BE WRONG!

©KSW                  

if i had been posting regularly, or even recently, an apt heading to an entry at this point might be, ...and the job search continues.

that's a whole lot of what's going on with me right now.  however fun and exciting it may be, i just don't feel like discussing it.

house = coming together  
bank account = dwindling 
job search = not hopeless  
job seeker = "  "  "           "

the house is quickly shaping up.  my in-laws are here doing plenty of decoratiing (etc.) jobs that i'm glad to let them do. 

the cat is out from under the cabinetry.  she is currently strategizing a progressive take-over of the entire house.  i see her slipping in and out of previously uncharted rooms, establishing permanent bases under newly arranged furniture and temporary bunkers between boxes and stacks.  while she's been seeking out diplomatic negotiations with stephanie and myself, all of her reconnaissance missions are clandestine wherever the in-laws are concerned.   

the dog moved in sunday night and, as i expected, she is adjusting well.  there was more of the dog to move into this place than there was when she moved out of our old place.  she spent a few weeks with her grandparents (my parents) and spoiled her to the umpteenth power. 

i think their pet-sitting program aims at adding at least one pound of canine blubber per day.  hell, if that's their average they may have soared well above quota.  all i know for sure is her name, jelly, took on a whole new meaning during her stay at my parents' house.

a funny side note is that jelly's new friend, the puppy nextdoor, is named biscuit.  those are two very complimentary names.  maybe it's a sign that this is where we were meant to be.  

©ksw              

we have the house.  the pod gets delivered tomorrow.   we've been sitting on lawnchairs in an otherwise empty space.  but, alas, tomorrow we officially move in. 

the cat moved in yesterday and has been lodged under the cabinetry ever since.  the neighbors' fourth of july fireworks extravaganza probably didn't help to soothe her nerves.

©ksw  

Currently Reading Baudolino By Umberto Eco see related

hello, again.

i have graduated.  i have mastered the divine.

now what?   

becoming a cult leader has crossed my mind.  the beard i currently sport accents my messianic qualities. 

i am acquiring a toyota prius.  it's white.  not my favorite color for a car, but it's better than waiting for another (there's a 4-6 week waiting list).

i'm going to capital defense (law) mitigation/investigation training in new orleans in a few weeks.  that's the kind of work i'm trying to get into.  i need something that is almost undeniably meaningful (to me).  working to keep/get folks--too poor to afford adequate representation--off of death row seems to meet that requirement.

i'm still working with teenagers at a church part-time, but will be transitioning out of it this summer.

the wife and i are going to see dave chapelle when he comes to town next month.  i'm stoked.  the tickets were pricey.  but, if $65/ticket is the only way in, then it's either that or not go at all.  

by the way, i've been spending beyond my means lately.

speaking of that, NO we haven't closed on the house yet.  we've got 8.5 days left in our apartment.  we've been under contract since february and have seen about 4 different closing dates fall through.  it's way passed time for the contractors to get there shit together.  we met with the selling agent at the house yesterday and made sure all that has yet to be done ,or was done wrongly, got well-documented.  so maybe things will come together and all loose ends will be tied up over the next week.      

okay.

that's about it.

©ksw