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A Bigger Screen

As I sit here and write, write, write, I keep wishing my computer had a bigger screen.  I keep having to shuffle windows around and scroll up and down my documents and I am getting frustrated.

As I was reading my Derrida article, it actually made me laugh out loud - getting a "bigger screen" is exactly what deconstruction tries to do.  This is from an article I am using called "Derrida and Nihilism" by Hugh Rayment-Pickard from a book called Deconstructing Radical Orthodoxy:

"Derrida is not a 'sceptic' in the modern sense of someone who on principle denies the possibility of positive knowledge: a chronic doubter.  Derrida points out that the ancient Greek word skepsis was a metaphor of sight and that scepticism can be understood otherwise as an attempt to broaden and intensify our vision by allowing more to be seen, more to happen, than would be the case in a dogmatic mode of thought...Derrida argues that the problem with the metaphysical idea of truth as self-sameness and non-contradiction is that it is simply not true enough to the complex world of meanings in which we really do live."

Apparently my mode of writing this paper, my use of my laptop, just isn't big enough to fit all these complicated truths into.  :)

That made me giggle.  Maybe I have been working on this too much.

In other news, I am planning to go outside in 43 minutes for a walk around the block!  I am so excited about it.  It's even sunny outside.


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