Am feeling a little vindicated. According to Sartre psychology fails to unify the individual, leaving nothing but a series of nows with no explanation for how they are connected.
I am still struggling with the reading, mostly because I am so forgetful and I have a tendency to completely forget stuff I have read only hours or days before. Which is not good when the stuff I have forgotten is being used to justify the point that is been made now. In some ways thinking of myself as a series of unconnected nows would explain the shonky memory better than thinking of myself as some smooth unified being. If nothing connects the nows, it seems perfectly reasonable that some of them get lost along the way. I don’t know, I’m not making much sense tonight.
On other fronts I am doing a little bit better. The cold is still in gradual decline, it is sticking around just enough to make me a little bit miserable but not enough to incapacitate. I am doing a fair bit of hand sewing on the train during my commute and am trying to work myself up to doing some machine sewing.
I have been thinking about starting to put some of the blocks together into a quilt. The problem is that some of the blocks are hand pieced and some are machine pieced and I have never been really confident about joining the two. I have been thinking that perhaps I could tack the machine pieced ones over a square of cardboard and join by hand, but that would be rather time-consuming. If anyone has any other suggestions I would love to hear them.