Logical Extension

I’ve been a bit hung up on this line, phrase, thought or whatever you call it. It was uttered at a crowded table in reference to a baseball player. I do not like baseball. Was not good at it in grade school. Find it much to slow. (That little ADD digression is a good example of why I suppose.)

I noodled that line, Logical Extension, on and off for a few days. Then I did something really stupid. I started to apply it to things. See if I had a grip on what it meant. This, of course, requires a working knowledge of logic, argument, form. A bit of sanity is also helpful. When you can use formulated propaganda techniques to convince yourself to believe certain things, taking apart your past and present, applying Logical Extension to everything is just not a good idea.

I studied Logic and Philosophy in college, like everyone else. Filled requirements. However, I loved the stuff! Really thought this was the thing for me! One professor told me, “Philosophy is the art of thinking.” Now, immediately I went back to those hours I sat in a mostly darkened room listening to music at nose-bleed volumes, shooting at a candle going ’round-n-’round on an old turntable with a BB gun. My mother would ask what I was doing. “I’m thinking!” I did a lot of thinking. After this enlightening bit of information was given me, I went home, looked my favourite ex-wife in the eye and exclaimed with confidence, “If thinking is an art, I am going to be fucking Picasso!” She walked away and tossed over her shoulder, “You swear too much”

I also, like everyone else studied sanity in college. Psychology 101, the introduction. Each time we went over the symptoms of some new ailment I was convinced I had it. (Years later I found I was right about some) One night the professor commented, ‘Masturbation is only considered a problem if it is done too often.” Recklessly (in my opinion) he went right on to another topic. What the $&%!!!! ??? No, you don’t. No No No. It was too late when I realized I was the only one with my hand up. He had called on me. “Uhm, can you define that please?” I still think it was a reasonable question. It was never answered. Too much laughing. It deserved an answer. What did he mean? Two three times a year, quarterly, with each new moon, after every meal? Come on!

Where was I? Oh, yea. OK – as you can probably tell by now I did not learn much sanity in school. I am not an artist either.

This is only one of the many many things I have been tormented by since examining my actions under the Logical Extension tag. Dishonesty. That is the sugar-coated word for lying. Have I been dishonest? Yes. Have I lied? Yes.  Logical Extension = I am a liar. Wow. I love to exclaim how much I detest liars and dishonesty. Ouch. Someone told me once the things you do not like in others, the things you look for to judge them on, are the traits you do not like in yourself. I judged him immediately as being arrogant.  A know-it-all type. Bastard.

Hypocrisy is a topic I have had to get into lately. My hypocrisy. This place may become my confessional, my apology and my amends. In that, it will probably be my undoing as well. Those few of you know me and read this, some if it will apply to you. Those of you that do not know me might be motivated to keep it that way. I try to be funny. I will be funny. Just not all the time.

Oh my, would you look at the time!?!? Shower, work, life are calling. Later.

Peace, A V