Why is it so hard to be a particular way by choice?
Why is it that I cannot simply decide one day, hey, I want to accomplish X--and then pursue it?
Nothing prevents me.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Something vaguely bothers me about probability and the overall use of statistics as means for projecting and collecting data. And not just the fact that I find it harder to understand them than I believe I should, considering how comparatively simple their application and execution is.
I can't quite articulate what it is yet, and in any case it's likely that my worries here are pretty groundless, as with the concerns I've felt about other aspects of science and mathematics. But hey, the investigation is the fun part, right? And I truly seem to learn the most easily when I'm mentally "assailing" a position: hunting for weak points, discrepancies, internal conflicts, etc.
Friday, May 1, 2009
My cat, having satisfied himself with the food available indoors, ambles back to the door and sits expectantly. He'll look up at the portal, look around, look at me occasionally. If I draw close, he'll rise up and paw the side of the door, possibly rub himself against me, make movements that seem to express a readiness to go forth. He meows on occasion, if the exit remains barred for too long.
As near as I can tell, he experiences a desire to go outside.
Would he feel pleasure from his desire being fulfilled, or would he simply feel relief from the pressing urge?