{"id":3027,"date":"2009-07-17T15:11:00","date_gmt":"2009-07-17T15:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2009\/07\/17\/epistemology-the-study-of-the-properties-of-knowledge-and-truth\/"},"modified":"2009-07-17T15:11:00","modified_gmt":"2009-07-17T15:11:00","slug":"epistemology-the-study-of-the-properties-of-knowledge-and-truth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2009\/07\/17\/epistemology-the-study-of-the-properties-of-knowledge-and-truth\/","title":{"rendered":"Epistemology, the study of the properties of knowledge and truth"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Bag<\/a>, a photo of his daughter by Hendrik Kerstens<\/a><\/center><\/div>\n

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\nPerpetual motion, like a spring wound in a heavenly kingdom. I can feel potential building, the tension of seasons, of thrilling decisions, of a grand tipping point somewhere near, almost as touchable as the closest horizon. Somewhere soon I will find a solution, the magical arrangement of pieces that will let it all out, create an escape for the pressure, allow me to blossom into the next incarnation of exquisite useful flower. <\/p>\n

My internal barometer is, in part, my hair. The farther I neglect the colour, the more I know something needs to change. Now, for the first time in many years, I am only negligently dyed off my natural red blonde. Another is my music. When was the last time I practiced the saw, running rills, songs, and scales meant only for me?<\/i><\/p>\n

David comes home, our lovely neighbor Randa in tow, “Why do you have a colander on your head?” “Oh!” I say, disingenuous, whisking it off my head, “I had company<\/i>.” I spend eight hours on the bus every weekend, waiting in travel to see Tony<\/a> or to get back to Vancouver in time for work, and close to five hours every week waiting for Michael<\/a>, who gets out of the office around an hour after I do, so we can travel home together, but to myself I only seem to find a handful of ten minute increments where I can feel creatively infected, ripe with the mental control of whispering ghosts, where I have space enough to make<\/i>. <\/p>\n

This selection of habits grew so slowly, so organically, that it was confusing me, how little time was suddenly available. It wasn’t until I counted the hours on my fingers, waiting at a street corner for a light to change, that I realized what started as moments few enough to blink away has expanded, accumulated into enough minutes to fill an entire day a week<\/i> of my eaten time spent stilled, ineffectual, accomplishing nothing, creating nothing, being merely a body, adding nothing to the world but a physical space. <\/p>\n

This, among other things, perturbs me at the level of bone.<\/p>\n

To that end, however, as I cannot afford a tool with which to fix this problem<\/a>, and the other things are other stories, what colour should I dye my hair?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Bag, a photo of his daughter by Hendrik Kerstens http:\/\/www.helenkellersimulator.com Perpetual motion, like a spring wound in a heavenly kingdom. I can feel potential building, the tension of seasons, of thrilling decisions, of a grand tipping point somewhere near, almost as touchable as the closest horizon. Somewhere soon I will find a solution, the magical … Continue reading “Epistemology, the study of the properties of knowledge and truth”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[40,231,1638,1173,1552],"class_list":["post-3027","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-art","tag-life","tag-sacrifice","tag-stuff","tag-time"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3027","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3027"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3027\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3027"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3027"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3027"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}