Greetings, non-existent readers.
Welcome to my little space. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now. My last paper was yesterday, and it concludes my first year in university. Finally found the time to write.
I wanted to write for a long long time now. A journal? Guess you could call it that. But what to say? Well, everything and anything that comes to this weird and some would say vertically fornicated (fucked up) mind of mine really.
Uncompleted projects, uncompleted writings, thoughts, debates, reviews, whatever.
First, the name. foucaultyoukant. Yes, it’s meant to sound like you’re cussing someone. It’s also what I feel really represents me. Sociology is my major, and one of my favourite sociologists is Michel Foucault. I occasionally dabble in philosophy as well, and Immanuel Kant was the first philosopher I was introduced to. I also love wordplay and vulgarities. So make it what you will.
Why this blog? Is it narcissism you ask, to make myself appear smart and gain some dignity in a non-physical space? (My dignity is continually leaking out in real-life)
Maybe. This blog is by no means private and I guess you could say that. I just want a space to write down my thoughts, and maybe one day look back and see how far I’ve progressed (or regressed). I often think things that are out of context: non-sequitur humour, random musings and the like. This blog therefore, will be a representation of that. It can be a plain diary, it can be an academic piece, or it can just be random words.
I bought the domain name as a way to motivate myself to keep posting- at least during these three months of summer break. I don’t know what is going to come out of this- I may be talking to myself all the time- and it would’nt matter.
So I hope you, dear reader (if you actually read through this I sincerely thank you) will skim through this little corner of mine, and engage me in debates and comments wherever you deem fit. I am open to discussion. Discussion invigorates the brain. Yum.
However, if you are here to be an utter Kant, I will not hesitate to ask you to Foucault.
People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don’t know is what they do does.
– Michel Foucault, Madness and Civilisation: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason