Kurt Vonnegut, who survived the bombing of Dresden, still has the ability to make me laugh with his writing. John Dewey, who grieved the death of his two children, is read by many as a philosopher of social hope. Both Vonnegut and Dewey, in different ways, still rely on community relations, on jokes, to promote the idea of hope for humanity and this to me is an example of beauty overcoming death. Another reason why I read Vonnegut and John Dewey is because I now respect those who survived tragedy and can write about hope, about communities, and those who can still be funny, kind, despite their personal tragedies.
Tonight after class I had to walk back to my car, which I stupidly left parked in a far away church to avoid parking fees. I played this game with myself where I had to come up with one statement on which all of us: everybody I know and have ever known, could agree upon. Was about to come up with the first universal statement ever pronounced, but it was dark and I stepped on a piece of glass from a broken beer bottle, before I could utter my statement. I was wearing flip-flops and my foot began to bleed lightly. And the universal statement turned out to be a short utterance revealed in this declaration “FUCK!” So maybe that is what we might all agree upon: That besides hope, and community, there is a universal statement linked to tragedy. In the sense that in some way or another, in a greater or lesser degree, everybody, rich, poor, queer, straight, black, white, get’s fucked over.
A professor today asked me why is it that I want to go to graduate school in philosophy and I answered him with the sad, sad truth: “Because I’m not good at anything else!” He smiled with approval: “That was the answer I was looking for!” he said to me.
But the other response I had debated on was “Because I am getting old and fucked over too much, and I need to take a break from all of it by validating myself with the only philosophy graduate program that accepted me, which happens to be a good program too.”
Except that between those two statements, the one that is truer is “I am not good at anything else.”
My mother’s first husband was “disappeared” during the dictatorship years in Argentina, but whenever my sister and I used to ask her about him, she always changed the narrative to a motorcycle accident. This is another reason why I love my mother so much, because she can turn painful events into fictional narratives. When I was going through an emotional crack-up last summer, I asked her how did she ever survive the pain of loss, and she told me something that I will never forget: “All you do Carolina, to survive the pain of a loss, is survive the pain of a loss.”
Years after her first husband’s death, my uncle committed suicide by drinking rat poison, and was found dead in his bed the next morning. My mother, who has learned to write for survival, who never went through an emotional crack up, gracefully got up to go to work the next day, and did not cry one tear when she found out about this. And that's all you do folks. All I've learned about survival, I learned from mom.
When my older sister was twenty-two she did not miss a day of work either. But she was one hour late the morning after her abortion, because she figured that she would not make it to pay her rent if she missed a day of work. She also figured that the external bleeding would be less painful if she ignored it and kept herself busy with other matters related to survival. My beautiful older sister, who can now afford to have children of her own, always tells me that she would have loved to be a better painter. Interestingly, my sister was always way too mature for her age and yet paints like a child trapped inside the canvas. Beauty can only stand up like a child, against the ghosts of death.
My friend Hannah somehow finds me funny, mostly because of my moves on the dance floor. But also because we can both relate to stupid Indie experiences we’ve had with people of the opposite sex.
For example, I want to end this monologue with the image of a boy wearing either low cut jeans, or a hoodie, or he might have a skate with him. The girl is also wearing a hoodie. It is raining outside and they both wait for it to stop, probably at the Common Market. The girl has an ipod and she is listening to Patti Smith, and the boy asks her “what are you listening to?” The girl says “Patti Smith!” and the boy gets closer, takes one earphone from her ear, and puts it in his ear. They are now listening to Patti Smith together, one earphone each, and outside it is pouring rain. This is another “Indie Moment” in my imaginary domain of our lame Charlotte love life. The one we’ve all experienced once or twice in this town, the one we are all embarrassed to tell other people about. I don't know what this scene has to do with anything else I've just written, except to say that stupidity and late maturity, can also overcome the ghosts of deaths. But I'm not that sure about this one.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Philosophy and Art
I also noticed that whenever I tell people that I'm interested in Aesthetics, they make a comment such as "You need to take me to a museum!" Sadly, people interested in Aesthetics don't spend enough time experiencing any type of art, but mostly attempting to account for it philosophically convinced that there is a point to all of this.
And for a museum tour, I highly recommend my sister Diana, who is not only a painter, but also an expert in Art History. She is the one who has dragged me to countless exhibits around NYC, bribing me to stay longer in the museum by paying for my sandwich.
All of this to say that I'm really exited to attend my first (and probably last) Graduate Conference in Philosophy and Art, at SUNY Stonybrook. They even have my paper posted online if any one of my readers
(that would be you, mom) wants to look at it.
http://www.philosophyartconference.org/Download.html
And for a museum tour, I highly recommend my sister Diana, who is not only a painter, but also an expert in Art History. She is the one who has dragged me to countless exhibits around NYC, bribing me to stay longer in the museum by paying for my sandwich.
All of this to say that I'm really exited to attend my first (and probably last) Graduate Conference in Philosophy and Art, at SUNY Stonybrook. They even have my paper posted online if any one of my readers
(that would be you, mom) wants to look at it.
http://www.philosophyartconference.org/Download.html
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Race and Gender: When True Premises render False Conclusions
I had this conversation at a bar setting one night, and a similar one at some party. So I wanted to share it because it highlights the common denominator view on race and gender that is so problematic nowadays. Friday night, the white (I’m assuming straight) guy I was talking to argued that he got discriminated by the police once, and has been sexually harassed by another male once. So his conclusion was that being black, or being female does not put one especially or anymore at risk than being white.
I’ve heard this argument from white guys, and I hear it a lot on TV commentaries, newspapers and blogs too, so it is worth looking at:
I'll give an example with other arguments of this sort.
1. Even non-smokers can get lung cancer, so smoking does not put one at risk for lung cancer.
2. Even thin people can have high blood pressure, so being obese does not put one at risk for high blood pressure.
3. Even white people can be arbitrarily harassed and arrested by police, so being black does not put one at risk for arbitrary harassment and arrest by police.
1 and 2 are bad arguments and though I suspect I’ve heard the first from some tobacco defenders, it’s not going to fool most people, one hopes. #3, which has been showing up recently strikes too many people as a good argument. Especially if you happen to be a white guy talking to me at a party, who has gotten arrested or harassed by the police (or something of the sort.)
So what’s wrong with it? For what I recall learning in my last logic class, the premise is about there being some instances of a feature, F, in a population of non-G’s. The conclusion is about the probability that a G will have F. In these cases, I can show to the guy that his reasoning is fallacious by producing arguments of the same form with true premises and false conclusions. And I can point to them that nothing in probability theory supports it; the premise is irrelevant to the truth of the conclusion. Because if we agree with this “common denominator” argument, this is where it leads us...
Men can get raped, so women are not especially at risk….
Men can suffer from domestic violence, so women are not especially at risk…
My friend Cherie is good at playing around with the logic of these arguments. In one of her papers for a Feminist Philosophy class, she purposely defended a true premise about race and gender which led to a tragic, unnecessary, false conclusion of this sort. But the place we are led to with these types of "true" premises is problematic, nerveless dangerous.
So what is going on when these arguments are put forward? If the "true" premise is irrelevant to the conclusion, then those who support it may need to either defend WHY a certain premise is, in fact, relevant to the conclusion they sustain, through probability, or quit relying on these types of arguments to make common denominator claims about race and gender in America. Hi Ho to that.
* * *
I’ve heard this argument from white guys, and I hear it a lot on TV commentaries, newspapers and blogs too, so it is worth looking at:
I'll give an example with other arguments of this sort.
1. Even non-smokers can get lung cancer, so smoking does not put one at risk for lung cancer.
2. Even thin people can have high blood pressure, so being obese does not put one at risk for high blood pressure.
3. Even white people can be arbitrarily harassed and arrested by police, so being black does not put one at risk for arbitrary harassment and arrest by police.
1 and 2 are bad arguments and though I suspect I’ve heard the first from some tobacco defenders, it’s not going to fool most people, one hopes. #3, which has been showing up recently strikes too many people as a good argument. Especially if you happen to be a white guy talking to me at a party, who has gotten arrested or harassed by the police (or something of the sort.)
So what’s wrong with it? For what I recall learning in my last logic class, the premise is about there being some instances of a feature, F, in a population of non-G’s. The conclusion is about the probability that a G will have F. In these cases, I can show to the guy that his reasoning is fallacious by producing arguments of the same form with true premises and false conclusions. And I can point to them that nothing in probability theory supports it; the premise is irrelevant to the truth of the conclusion. Because if we agree with this “common denominator” argument, this is where it leads us...
Men can get raped, so women are not especially at risk….
Men can suffer from domestic violence, so women are not especially at risk…
My friend Cherie is good at playing around with the logic of these arguments. In one of her papers for a Feminist Philosophy class, she purposely defended a true premise about race and gender which led to a tragic, unnecessary, false conclusion of this sort. But the place we are led to with these types of "true" premises is problematic, nerveless dangerous.
So what is going on when these arguments are put forward? If the "true" premise is irrelevant to the conclusion, then those who support it may need to either defend WHY a certain premise is, in fact, relevant to the conclusion they sustain, through probability, or quit relying on these types of arguments to make common denominator claims about race and gender in America. Hi Ho to that.
* * *
Friday, March 12, 2010
1) At the philosophy conference in uptown Charlotte, all morning I help register professors and students; I hand them a name tag and give them a hard time when they mispronounce my name. I send them in the correct direction towards their prospective presentations. I smile a lot. I arrange books that are on sale for eight dollars. I put my hair up, and get bored. I put my hair down and leave my bangs up. I get to pick a free book from the Fordham University Press stand and grab one titled “Thinking in Dark Times.” I like to pretend that I am a “thinker” in “dark times” but I know better than to keep lying to myself.
2) I sit through Maurice Hamington’s paper on Care Ethics and ask him about normative issues. He gives me his card after the panel is over and I slip it inside my purse where I will never find it again. Later in the evening I sit through a panel about Immigration in America. I fall under a five minute love spell with a man who reads with a Mexican-American accent. He asks me where I am from after the panel and I lie to him and say “Brazil.” We talk about the movie “Brazil” instead but I am not listening to him because I am hungry, I am always hungry. As the conference ends I stop by the reception table, grab a handful of cookies, and stuff them inside my purse, to have for dinner later, with a glass of milk.
3) My car is parked one mile away from the hotel where the conference takes place. This was my attempt to avoid parking fees. I refuse a ride once the conference is over and walk one mile back to my car as the sun sets against the few skyscrapers of this unreal city. The streets get more deserted as Tremont turns into Elizabeth Avenue, and I walk under a bridge, under I77, and the rain falls over rooftops and floods the cracks in the pavement.
Here is when I realize that I have loved this world of Philosophy in all its enthralling arguments that lose meaning as soon as on leaves the classroom. I have loved the stuffiness of libraries and dust, the irrevocable proofs. And I am about to exchange it for a Masters in Spanish and bilingual education, for the certainty of a teaching job in NYC, because I am utterly tired of stuffing cookies inside my purse after conferences to relieve my hunger. Because being a "thinker" in "dark times" is not as charming as my hardcover book makes it to be.
4) I want to write a short piece, titled “Goodbye to All of That II” telling you, journal, that when I mention to others, to my parents, how things are not working out in Charlotte for me anymore. When I mention how I only get job offers to make coffee, or to watch other people’s kids. That most of my friends talk about moving, always, to NYC. That the Masters program in Philosophy is not the same anymore, and that I am tired of being poor. I don’t really mean that Charlotte is not working out for me anymore.
I don't.
What I mean is that I was very young in Charlotte, and at some point things stopped glistening, and the fond memories began decreasing. And the sleepy rhythm of the south ceased, and I am just not that young anymore.
That's all I mean.
* * *
2) I sit through Maurice Hamington’s paper on Care Ethics and ask him about normative issues. He gives me his card after the panel is over and I slip it inside my purse where I will never find it again. Later in the evening I sit through a panel about Immigration in America. I fall under a five minute love spell with a man who reads with a Mexican-American accent. He asks me where I am from after the panel and I lie to him and say “Brazil.” We talk about the movie “Brazil” instead but I am not listening to him because I am hungry, I am always hungry. As the conference ends I stop by the reception table, grab a handful of cookies, and stuff them inside my purse, to have for dinner later, with a glass of milk.
3) My car is parked one mile away from the hotel where the conference takes place. This was my attempt to avoid parking fees. I refuse a ride once the conference is over and walk one mile back to my car as the sun sets against the few skyscrapers of this unreal city. The streets get more deserted as Tremont turns into Elizabeth Avenue, and I walk under a bridge, under I77, and the rain falls over rooftops and floods the cracks in the pavement.
Here is when I realize that I have loved this world of Philosophy in all its enthralling arguments that lose meaning as soon as on leaves the classroom. I have loved the stuffiness of libraries and dust, the irrevocable proofs. And I am about to exchange it for a Masters in Spanish and bilingual education, for the certainty of a teaching job in NYC, because I am utterly tired of stuffing cookies inside my purse after conferences to relieve my hunger. Because being a "thinker" in "dark times" is not as charming as my hardcover book makes it to be.
4) I want to write a short piece, titled “Goodbye to All of That II” telling you, journal, that when I mention to others, to my parents, how things are not working out in Charlotte for me anymore. When I mention how I only get job offers to make coffee, or to watch other people’s kids. That most of my friends talk about moving, always, to NYC. That the Masters program in Philosophy is not the same anymore, and that I am tired of being poor. I don’t really mean that Charlotte is not working out for me anymore.
I don't.
What I mean is that I was very young in Charlotte, and at some point things stopped glistening, and the fond memories began decreasing. And the sleepy rhythm of the south ceased, and I am just not that young anymore.
That's all I mean.
* * *
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Not for the Light-Hearted
This is a post to warn anybody out there who is planning to apply to graduate school next year, that unless you are prepared to endure under extreme exhaustion, stress, and anxiety for a period of at least six months. Unless you are prepared to spend $300 minimum on GRE exams, and at least $1000 total in application fees. Unless you are able to hold your job, and your current schoolwork load, while also having to chase professors around for letters of recommendation, while editing your writing sample all at the same time. Unless you are willing to loose at least ten pounds in weight, 300 hours of sleep, and all your friends (cause you won’t have time to see them) then, I’m warning you, don’t even try. The graduate school application process is only worth it if:
1)You would like to go to graduate school, but your entire happiness and personal identity does not depend on you getting accepted somewhere.
2)You have a back up plan in case you don’t get into a program.
3)Other professors besides the one who understands your field confirm that you are actually a strong candidate for a graduate program.
4)You are not going through the worst emotional crack up in your life while also going through this application process, and holding a job, and holding a load of schoolwork, and having no car for a month.
5)You explore with time in advance what programs would really suit you, instead of judging a graduate school by the state it is located in, and most reasonably (to you)the weather in that state.
The graduate school application process is usually not worth it if:
1)You are not sure how good your writing sample is, but you are desperate to get out of your town or city, and a PhD program sounds like a good ticket out of all your problems.
2)You are trying to prove something to somebody.
3)Your personal life is a mess, and yet you convince yourself that you are capable of making reasonable judgments. Some of these involve: Forgetting to attach your writing sample in one of the applications, sending your GRE scores to the wrong schools codes, mentioning names of professors you would “love to work with” whom are not part of the department anymore. Deciding a graduate school is the best match for you because you would enjoy the sunny weather of the state where it is located at.
4)You are doing this because your parents want you to get your PhD so that they save you from becoming a Spanish High school teacher, like them. Even if becoming a high school Spanish teacher is something you wouldn’t mind doing, as long as you could do other things on the side.
But if you are stubborn like me, and want to try it out anyway, please ignore all my advice and be prepared for the longest of months of your life. Once the deadlines are over and the waiting period begins, be prepared to feel the urge to check your e-mail 50 times a minute to see if any school has a response for you. Be prepared to postpone every single thing that could have potentially happened in your life, because you are putting your life on hold until you get a response from these schools. Be prepared to compete with 300 other students for 5 slots. Be prepared for running into your colleagues and pretending you are happy for them when they tell you how they got into, not one, but two PhD programs already, with full funding, while all you have gotten are rejection letters. Be prepared to get an acceptance letter from a somewhat ok rated graduate school, only to find out that there is no funding for you. Be prepared to get into a M.A program at a school you really like, to find out that there is no funding for you.
This is to say that applying to graduate school, is not for the light hearted people.
I’m ending this post with my favorite rejection responses posted by others, and cut and pasted from “The Grad Café Blog,” an online journal that I have gotten used to checking at least twice a day, with my commentary included.
1) Purdue UniversityPhilosophy, PhD. Rejected via Website on 3 Mar 2010A3 Mar 2010: “Well, screw you too.”
2) University Of Colorado At Boulder Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 3 Mar 20103 Mar 2010: “At least last time I applied, I was on the waitlist. How fickle these schools are!”
3) University Of Colorado At Boulder Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via postal service on 3 Mar 20103 Mar 2010: Shredded the letter to pieces that went inside my hamster’s cage.
4) New York University (NYU) Philosophy, PhD. Accepted via E-mail on 3 Mar 2010: “Some of the contributors to philosophicalgourmet, along with faculty at NYU, agreed that I would be accepted if they could watch me get fucked by a donkey. I wasn't hip on that at first, but Brian Leiter gave me a tube of AstroGlide... FOR FREE. So I got in. Good luck to everyone else, though.”
And you start getting used to the pain of rejection…
5) University Of Southern California (USC) Accounting, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 3 Mar 2010: didn't hurt as much as the previous 6 rejections ---Numbed.
A lot of people who got rejected to Chapel Hill got the same generic, personalized e-mail, and thought it was really personalized for each of them, cute…
6) University Of North Carolina (UNC)Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 2010: Nice letter from Geoff...
7) University Of North Carolina, Chapel Hill (UNC)Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 201o: I almost felt bad for Geoff having to write the letter. He's a nice guy.
8) University Of North Carolina, Chapel Hill (UNC)Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 2010: The rejection was not all bad news. The rejection letter implies that Geoff (Sayre-McCord) and I are on a first-name basis. Don't be sad about not accepting me, Geoff. Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight...
If it’s not enough to have to check your e-mails every five minutes during the day, guess what?
9) University Of Virginia Biomedical Engineering, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 2010: "They send rejections in midnight.. " :(((((
10) University Of Virginia (UVA)Biomedical Engineering, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 201o: They send reject in midnight...
Some people get creative!
11) New York University Philosophy, PhD (F10)Rejected via Other on 4 Mar 2010: had finally found the perfect sandwich. Ham, turkey, cheddar and provolone cheese, lettuce, tomato, sprouts, mustard and submarine dressing. Delicious. As I went to refill my drink, I see a shady, scraggly man run over to my table, and finish the last few bite of my heavenly sandwich. I begin to protest this when I notice that it is none other than Brian God Damn Leiter. Grinning, he begins inching towards the door, looks me straight in the eyes, and shouts so that all in the restaurant can hear him, “No one will ever believe you!!” and walks out. Later in the day, I received word from NYU that, due to recent developments, I would not be offered a position within the department.
And there is always the Christian scholar, with an anger problem…
12) Notre Dame University Theology, PhD Rejected via Other, on 2 Mar 2010: I got rejected but they will get rejected too, by GOD, as he closes the doors of heaven and sends them all to HELL.
Wow...
1)You would like to go to graduate school, but your entire happiness and personal identity does not depend on you getting accepted somewhere.
2)You have a back up plan in case you don’t get into a program.
3)Other professors besides the one who understands your field confirm that you are actually a strong candidate for a graduate program.
4)You are not going through the worst emotional crack up in your life while also going through this application process, and holding a job, and holding a load of schoolwork, and having no car for a month.
5)You explore with time in advance what programs would really suit you, instead of judging a graduate school by the state it is located in, and most reasonably (to you)the weather in that state.
The graduate school application process is usually not worth it if:
1)You are not sure how good your writing sample is, but you are desperate to get out of your town or city, and a PhD program sounds like a good ticket out of all your problems.
2)You are trying to prove something to somebody.
3)Your personal life is a mess, and yet you convince yourself that you are capable of making reasonable judgments. Some of these involve: Forgetting to attach your writing sample in one of the applications, sending your GRE scores to the wrong schools codes, mentioning names of professors you would “love to work with” whom are not part of the department anymore. Deciding a graduate school is the best match for you because you would enjoy the sunny weather of the state where it is located at.
4)You are doing this because your parents want you to get your PhD so that they save you from becoming a Spanish High school teacher, like them. Even if becoming a high school Spanish teacher is something you wouldn’t mind doing, as long as you could do other things on the side.
But if you are stubborn like me, and want to try it out anyway, please ignore all my advice and be prepared for the longest of months of your life. Once the deadlines are over and the waiting period begins, be prepared to feel the urge to check your e-mail 50 times a minute to see if any school has a response for you. Be prepared to postpone every single thing that could have potentially happened in your life, because you are putting your life on hold until you get a response from these schools. Be prepared to compete with 300 other students for 5 slots. Be prepared for running into your colleagues and pretending you are happy for them when they tell you how they got into, not one, but two PhD programs already, with full funding, while all you have gotten are rejection letters. Be prepared to get an acceptance letter from a somewhat ok rated graduate school, only to find out that there is no funding for you. Be prepared to get into a M.A program at a school you really like, to find out that there is no funding for you.
This is to say that applying to graduate school, is not for the light hearted people.
I’m ending this post with my favorite rejection responses posted by others, and cut and pasted from “The Grad Café Blog,” an online journal that I have gotten used to checking at least twice a day, with my commentary included.
1) Purdue UniversityPhilosophy, PhD. Rejected via Website on 3 Mar 2010A3 Mar 2010: “Well, screw you too.”
2) University Of Colorado At Boulder Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 3 Mar 20103 Mar 2010: “At least last time I applied, I was on the waitlist. How fickle these schools are!”
3) University Of Colorado At Boulder Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via postal service on 3 Mar 20103 Mar 2010: Shredded the letter to pieces that went inside my hamster’s cage.
4) New York University (NYU) Philosophy, PhD. Accepted via E-mail on 3 Mar 2010: “Some of the contributors to philosophicalgourmet, along with faculty at NYU, agreed that I would be accepted if they could watch me get fucked by a donkey. I wasn't hip on that at first, but Brian Leiter gave me a tube of AstroGlide... FOR FREE. So I got in. Good luck to everyone else, though.”
And you start getting used to the pain of rejection…
5) University Of Southern California (USC) Accounting, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 3 Mar 2010: didn't hurt as much as the previous 6 rejections ---Numbed.
A lot of people who got rejected to Chapel Hill got the same generic, personalized e-mail, and thought it was really personalized for each of them, cute…
6) University Of North Carolina (UNC)Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 2010: Nice letter from Geoff...
7) University Of North Carolina, Chapel Hill (UNC)Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 201o: I almost felt bad for Geoff having to write the letter. He's a nice guy.
8) University Of North Carolina, Chapel Hill (UNC)Philosophy, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 2010: The rejection was not all bad news. The rejection letter implies that Geoff (Sayre-McCord) and I are on a first-name basis. Don't be sad about not accepting me, Geoff. Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight...
If it’s not enough to have to check your e-mails every five minutes during the day, guess what?
9) University Of Virginia Biomedical Engineering, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 2010: "They send rejections in midnight.. " :(((((
10) University Of Virginia (UVA)Biomedical Engineering, PhD. Rejected via E-mail on 1 Mar 201o: They send reject in midnight...
Some people get creative!
11) New York University Philosophy, PhD (F10)Rejected via Other on 4 Mar 2010: had finally found the perfect sandwich. Ham, turkey, cheddar and provolone cheese, lettuce, tomato, sprouts, mustard and submarine dressing. Delicious. As I went to refill my drink, I see a shady, scraggly man run over to my table, and finish the last few bite of my heavenly sandwich. I begin to protest this when I notice that it is none other than Brian God Damn Leiter. Grinning, he begins inching towards the door, looks me straight in the eyes, and shouts so that all in the restaurant can hear him, “No one will ever believe you!!” and walks out. Later in the day, I received word from NYU that, due to recent developments, I would not be offered a position within the department.
And there is always the Christian scholar, with an anger problem…
12) Notre Dame University Theology, PhD Rejected via Other, on 2 Mar 2010: I got rejected but they will get rejected too, by GOD, as he closes the doors of heaven and sends them all to HELL.
Wow...
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