A few words from our sponsors

A Few Words From Our Sponsors is a new quarterly segment brought to you by our local business sponsor,  Moustaches Are Us, suppliers of quality moustaches to existentialists and philosophers for over 150 years. Below are our favourite words for Spring. * Posthumous the state of despair arrived at when you have eaten all your hummus* and... Continue Reading →

A tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing. (But it mentions stars exploding.)

In my last post I referred to the "spine-tingling" factor that happens when I contemplate the stars and universe.  As a reminder to all you regular readers out there (or should I say, "in there", since most of you exist only in my head?  Still, thanks for reading either way) - I'm talking about how... Continue Reading →

Competing Moustaches

As so often happens, it seems as if I unwittingly tuned into the Zeitgeist, and grotesque moustaches are the latest must-have item. The Age must have got wind of my high rating, crowd pleasing* posts on Nietzsche's moustache, and decided to compete with me, by featuring a different but almost as hideous moustache on the cover... Continue Reading →

Nietzsche and his accidental, existential moustache

An unknown (but apparently real) reader (oh, alright! It was my sister. Thanks Cath!) posted a comment referring to Beckett as an “accidental existentialist.” I like this term. It sounds like the name for a new play by Tom Stoppard: The Accidental Existentialist. Can you be an existentialist by accident? Perhaps I am an existentialist... Continue Reading →

Blathering about nothing in particular

Blathering About Nothing In Particular – Part 1. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights, I seem to be frozen in my tracks. That is, I’ve got something stuck in my head that I’d like to blather on about, but after more than a week with this vague thought rolling around in that - apparently empty... Continue Reading →

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