Freedome!

A cloud of evanescent bliss cradles my tired and wired head as I have finally finished my paper in Exphil03! I grew weary of the dull dribble Charles Freid bestowed upon me in an even duller Norwegian translation; howbeit I have manipulated the few decent sounding philosophic words that I have imbibed over the years and from the innards of my brainbox I spew them into a cacophony of incoherent ramblings, 3007 words to be exact.

A little bit of Kant, a smidgeon of Fried, A sprinkling of Hume with a side dish of monkey-science courtesy of the always riveting Noam Chomsky and his new friend Marc D. Hauser.

"Stability means we run it. There are countries that are very stable. Cuba is stable, but that’s not called stability." Oh Chom-Chom, you crack me up!

Time for exuberant sleep!

I leave you with the image of La Roux, my new favourite 80s inspired troubadour:


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