Welcome to Volume 6 of The Marocharim Experiment. This blog is authored and maintained by Marocharim, the self-professed antichrist of new media.
Marocharim is a 21-year-old college senior from the University of the Philippines Baguio, majoring in Social Anthropology and has a minor in Political Science. He lives with his parents, his brother and his sister in Baguio City - having been born and raised there all his life. He is the author of three book-versions of The Marocharim Experiment.
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Marocharim suffers from a nervous condition that has left him suffering constant migraines, nausea, and attacked his vision and sensory perceptions in his left-side extremities. While aware of his condition, this does not stop him from vice and his love for writing, reading and learning. He is also active in various cause-oriented groups and freelance writing for some local newspapers.
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October 1, 2007
Death by (Friendster) Degrees XIV
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Since this is "Death by (Friendster) Degrees," I'm going to start complaining. We all complain about death: figurative and literal death. I'm doing these entries for the sake of letting off steam. If I don't, I'd end up being more of a lunatic than what I already am. Bear with me.
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"So, how's your thesis coming along?"
Everytime someone asks me how I'm doing with my thesis, I feel the urge to flick out my middle finger, shove said finger in said person's nostril, and poke around looking for brain matter. I've eaten brains before - cow brains, pig brains, goat brains - and if I could only have a bit of an incompassionate human brain, I would prepare dinakdakan. Usually, "How's your thesis?" comes from persons who have already submitted their second draft. Not so me: I do my thesis submissions chapter by godforsaken chapter. Thick chapters, I might add: lately I've been submitting half of a full chapter every week, the second half being discussions. This afternoon was Chapter Nine's discussion: "Color as Myth."
My claim is rather simple: the color is a sign. There is no ontological reality behind a sign: it is an arbitrary association. There is nothing "in" the color pink, for example, that allows it to have the "universal meaning" of "pink = girl." Fundamentally, its ontology is not of presence or of unity, but of difference. So technically, your Friendster profile is not yours: it's something in the structure you appropriated for and as yourself. As such, your Self, if only to use the example of colors, is a connotation of the signifier that is the Self: you are, in fact, not a "unity of selfhood," but a "difference of selfhoods." You are fragmented: the signs you think "are yours" are actually not yours. For all intents and purposes, you are Dr. Frankenstein, and your profile is your monster.
That is a one-paragraph summation of a nine-page discussion composed of at least a dozen paragraphs, a diagram, and a table. The thing is, one-paragraph discussions are not allowed in my discipline. You have to elucidate. You have to be "scholarly." One-paragraph diatribes don't cut it.
Steamy.
Posted at Monday, October 01, 2007 by marocharim
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