Philosophy Love

You know you're in love with a subject when you recognize a bunch of names in the references of a paper and get this warm fuzzy feeling inside, as if they're your pals.

My First Shameless Plug

My philosophy blog, Irrelevant Revelations, is like the maniacal older cousin to this blog. Although I love it dearly, its specificity of topic was intimidating me, and I decided I needed a more macro blog to serve as my well-rounded and cheery emotional crutch. Still going to link to IR lots, so heads up. If you don't like philosophy, skip these posts. :)

Here's the newest addition to Irrelevant Revelations. It includes a link to one of the longest Philosophy essays I've attempted to write, available for your free downloading pleasure.

Camping

I love camping. It's easy to forget about natural beauty when you live encased in a concrete suburbia, but just 36 hours in the outdoors can reverse all that. For example: there are actually just so many more stars than I remember! Wow! The picture: caught this little bug by surprise (by which it was a surprise for me when I looked at the picture). I like the color contrast between the flower and the bug. These wildflowers were in Salt Point State Park, where me and three of my close friends almost died of dehydration on a flat 1.2 mile trail to the beach. Besides the theme of lack of water, the trip was everything a camping trip should be: good ol' s'mores, lots of giggling about being in a tent, and a drawn out game of Truth or Truth. Note to self about next time: buy more water than you think you need. Bring more water bottles, and remember that you are whiter than you feel on the inside (ie actually wear sunscreen). Keep your mouth shut about crying babies in nearby sites because you now realize that a pack of not-quite-teens-anymore is so much more disruptive. 

Hello

Welcome to my blog! My name is Elise Sugarman, and I'm a college student. I am starting to get confused about how old I am. The objective number is easy, but other than that it really depends on my mood. My private thoughts, sometimes made public, center around an entirely too ironic, melodramatic mix of self-deprecation and self-importance (it's a messy deal, and I'll try to spare you of it as much as possible). I am not a hipster, and this is made most obvious by the fact that I love to dance. When I introduce myself to people, I like to make sure they know that my favorite inanimate object is my pillow. 

Truthfully, I'm just another one of the millions of people who have felt the need--for whatever reason--to launch their feeble voice into the ether of the interwebs. I missed the myspace and tumblr craze, but better late than never! It'd be cool to be famous so that people would suddenly be interested in what I had to say on this blog (ERMERGAWD JBIEBS WISHES HE HAD POPCORN RIGHT NOW?!), but I am also content in my averageness because it's awesome to go to the grocery store and not have people stare at you or run up to you and bother you. This is one of my abilities that I appreciate the most. 

I plan on posting a mixture of journal-type entries, photographs, and links to my philosophy blog and recordings. Along the way, I hope to share my comments on the music/places/people/ideas I like, with lengthy justification, of course. Thanks much for reading!