There's probably something maladroit in the way that I described guys "getting" ladies, so sue me I guess.
Hotness is situational creativity. But when people are seeking for a stable self-concept, they'll hypostatisize a concept of hotness from a handful of encounters and play those as a finite game.
It's important to observe the infinite game of hotness.
I honestly think that one of the most instructive things that anyone can do is to hang out in a public space and see what kinds of guys get what kinds of ladies.
Observing this stuff first-hand is too painful to be constructive. People can't handle the egoic pain most of the time.
People understand themselves symbolically. A big part of that symbolic self-concept is informed by the way that society responds to Eros. But society's response to Eros is updated over time.
They got caught in a hail storm while loading the trailer. These lovers are simply not star-crossed.
FWIW, the shooter "only" killed a six-year-old in the neighborhood next to campus, so we're sweeping this one under the rug with regard to campus safety.
Friston's aesthetic (and the Schmidhuberian thesis that seems to have captured his imagination) incompletely Schillerian. For Friston, action reconciles world and inner representation, just as play-drive reconciles sense-drive and form-drive. But the problem is that Friston doesn't give sufficient weight to the subjective moral freedom that Kant introduced to the tradition of moral philosophy.
He gave my partner some of the flowers that he trimmed from the bushes. He really isn't bad deep down.
Basically the takeaway I got is that I (given my genetics) probably have good non-shivering thermogenesis, and I've run with this knowledge since then. I have worn a coat maybe a handful of times in the past five years. I wear a windbreaker to keep the windchill off my skin, but that's about it. I go curling in shorts and a tee-shirt.
The only thing that stops me from being one of those sadist ice-swimmers is that I have shit-ass swimming skills.
When I took physical anthropology in college, the college had basically condemned the anthropology department's building. It was demolished the next term. But while we were there, in winter, there was no heat in the building. We all wore our coats indoors and could see each other's breath. The instructor (a hardass old archaeologist) realized the upside for him, as this meant he was free to smoke indoors.
Anyway the bottom line is that I listened very closely to the part about thermoregulation
Humanist interested in the consequences of the machine on intellectual history.