Being emotionally intelligent
the last time i used the panorama seems to be when i first got an iphone and started to explore its camera.
for a significant amount of time in my youth, i liked, and still like to pretend that i’m an impertinent grown-up. maybe i am, or i was. i’m particularly drawn to the temptation of this veneer of reason when i’m in the field of philosophy—that i’m not your typical hysteric drama queen, or that i’m this unusually impenetrable nun (unusual as in comparison to other people categorized in my gender).
the fact is, that’s just not me. that’s certainly part of me. yet it’s not a part that i’m proud of. similar to some other circumstances in my pursuit of humanities—such as that it already takes me such a long time to stop denying my commitment to feminist philosophy and political philosophy—i have to disarm my stupid defense mechanisms.
as a matter of fact, my faith is in emotion. sometimes it’s problematic to chase emotional high, such as the high achieved by gambling or by alcohol addiction. sometimes it’s totally wholesome and even beneficial, in terms of runner’s high, or any other kind of sports high. finishing playing a concert and conquering the stage could also bring an impressive fulfillment of emotional high, as in my knowledge at least pianists don’t sleep after the night of performance (myself included).
as a third-world feminist, i don’t know where or with whom i should share my photos, so i better dump here to my invisible virtual friends whom i know or maybe i don’t know in real life. power walk is a source of physical strength, when accompanied by the phenomenal views of michigan, and by great music.
i have been intoxicated by this brilliantly executed album of philip glass’s double piano by the labèque twins. i love the sense of desplat in glass. i also find glass’s composition to be philosophically meditative. actually, i spend most of my time wondering why glass is so drawn to f minor. to modulate from f minor to e major is a tremendous leap of faith.
nature is literally my best pal, even if this sounds cliche.
i don’t mind the solitude or the atrocity of competitiveness. similar to surrounded by a full deck of (geese) poos, i care most about the freedom of formerly incarcerated souls in the systematic oppression of heteropatriarchy.
frei aber einsam.
Brahms has figured out this little truth 200 years ago. his insight could be the source of genius in his music.
