M O N E Y

There was an amalgamation of factors which led you to believe that both Marxism and Capitalism were inadequate languages to speak your suffering in. But one of the leading factors had to be the way the Socialist you met seemed to despise money, while the Capitalist you met seemed to love it, and yet, all […]

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We Cyphered Our Symposiums.

“Spit, Lil’ Cuz…”  – Qadir Jones (aka Hellstar), my beautiful and brilliant autodidactic cousin   “… Keep it Real.” – John Gillespie Sr (aka Unorthodox), my complex and clever autodidactic father   These were the maxims that marked my introduction to philosophical study. Spit: /spit/ (verb) – to rap, to make words make melodies, to […]

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Is Philosophy?: Reading Murungi, or Notes on the Conceptual Economy

This piece was originally written in “Logos of Phenomenology and Phenomenology of The Logos. Book Three” (Logos of History – Logos of Life, Historicity, Time, Nature, Communication, Consciousness, Alterity, Culture) Series: Analecta Husserliana , Vol. 90 by John Murungi, Professor of Philosophy and Religious Studies, at Towson University in 2006. The title of the piece is […]

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If You’re Reading This It’s (Not) Too Late To Disagree With Dead Old White Dudes

“… it is through its determinateness that the thing excludes others. Things are therefore in and for themselves determinate; they have properties by which they distinguish themselves from others. Since the property [Eigenschaft] is the Thing’s own [eigene] property or a determinateness in the Thing itself, the Thing has a number of properties. For, in […]

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I Wish I Was Home

The first song I ever wrote was called, “I Wish I Was Home.” I had to be about five years old or so. The song was sung in the key of a Pop-R&B vibe, Usher was probably its subconscious subtext and I sung it for the first time as my Mom and Dad pulled away […]

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