Someone gave me Proust Was a Neuroscientist. I read it. It only works if you modulate your mental voice so that every sentence comes out as Beaver Cleaver saying, "Gee whiz!" The chapters on Proust and Woolf are pretty convincing, the others less so. Proust and Woolf were directly interested in the nature of consciousness, memory, and perception, whereas Whitman, say, really was a mere sensualist at heart--and I don't mean that as an insult. Critical consensus: I would definitely fuck Jonah Lehrer. Dude's cute as shit.
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Beaver Cleaver? how unpleasant!
Just looked at his website. He's really cute. I agree; he'd get it.
Twelve year-olds, dude.
He really does look like he's about twelve.
Twelve? No, but he could pass for 16 if he had to. Nevertheless I must agree with Monsieur's assessment. Wow.
Still, seeing young cute guys who are very successful in their fields usually depresses me -- because I'm not successful and watching people like that prevents me from pretending that I'm still young.
Like the intellectual equivalent of the feeling I get when I see a Gold-winning Olympic athlete who's 20 (just under half my age) win a decathlon... and I realize that, even though I'll likely ski and enjoy it in the future, I'll probably never go off a ski jump again for the rest of my life without tearing three different ligaments. Too late to start training for it now. That kinda feeling. Like unsuccessful authors feel when they look at Christopher Paolini.
Durrrhhh, I was thinkin' "Winter Triathlon", I typed "decathlon". Never let it be said that I was some kinda smart or sumethin'.
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