I'm in class, listening to a lecture on Free Will (mostly).

Yes! Free me!

I likes free will philosophising. I may be odd in that I find the 'free will is an illusion' position to be endlessly fascinating. I just sit there and do weird things like cluck like a chicken, and think to myself, "Imagine if that was predetermined by my particular neural state, and it only felt like a choice!" And then I cluck some more, because I'm pleased with myself.

If it's a choice between that and being under the thrall of a gigantic mind-controlling tick hanging off the back of my head, I know which one I'd choose. Wait. No I don't.

Going to bed! Really! (Did I really choose to do that?)

Mornin'. I overslept kinda a lot. Good thing I had the option to go in late (no classes until afternoon) but I have an appoinment with a student at 9 that's going to be a tad tight. So why am I posting, you may ask? Excellent question. I think I'm mainly just scared to get out of bed. I actually feel somewhat okay at the moment and am really nervous about how that will change as I step out of bed and my body remembers how sick it is.

He didn't cite chaos theory at all, which is a bit sad-making, as we're assuming Free Will for the rest of the lecture (which is on Freedom).

It is a fascinating discussion, which I think the development of AIs does interesting things to, though I don't know if it support or refutes it. We'll have to wait and see.

I may be odd in that I find the 'free will is an illusion' position to be endlessly fascinating. I just sit there and do weird things like cluck like a chicken, and think to myself, "Imagine if that was predetermined by my particular neural state, and it only felt like a choice!" And then I cluck some more, because I'm pleased with myself.

Me too. Except I don't cluck like a chicken, you freak.

I sometimes wonder what would happen in criminal trials if science ever proved that there was no free will. I kind of think they still wouldn't allow the "It's not my fault I killed him, as I have no free will" defense.

I have no idea what my regular temperature is. I think Mom runs on the low side.

Last night I probably should have run the heater, the cat was so cold she climbed under the covers (I had two blankets) and stayed there all night. Normally she doesn't like to get under the covers, I think the weight bothers her.

Nothing like being forced to listen to a lecture on Free Will...

It is all ironical. It's just part of the larger irony of the anti-Montessori-ness of the pedagogy of this, the Montessori training course.

two freaking mornings in a row when I work covered with gronk. yesterday I forced myself to the cafe. today it is raining and there is no way. This is really extreeame. i was sitting on thje floor petting the cat - when suddenly it seemed much better to lay down

Nothing like being forced to listen to a lecture on Free Will...

TRIUMPH OF THE FREE WILL

Heh, or nothing like being force to listen to a lecture on Free Willy.

note to Hec: I am not being anti-season! Just tired!

::looks at Nora suspiciously. Let's her off this time. Gives here more coffee and waits to see if her mood improves with caffeine, or if she winces at the perky coworker's premature holiday display.::

It's raining. Very disinclined to leave the house and actually go to work.