The Illustrious University
Welcome to Academia Illustrae! Academia in latin means "academy", and illustrae means "to elucidate". And that's exactly what we strive to do here - to illuminate the depths of human knowledge and hopefully bring about wisdom through the blending of experiential and informal education. Here, bright minds are accepted... if you pass due diligence.
Thursday, November 13, 2025
Phoque you, Amazon. Phoque you, Capitalism.
Sunday, November 9, 2025
19+ eyes only - Legal marijuana haul
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
Philosophy
Firstly, I should talk about my credentials, for though I resent the overuse of titles in the modern world (e.g. I have a Ph.D, so you clearly know nothing!), I do not deny that they are incredibly beneficial in allowing one to trust knowledge, which is one of the chief aims of philosophy and perhaps more specifically, epistemology.
I lazily graduated high school in 2008, but with a minor lack of credits and low marks, I decided to travel around Canada first and volunteer, living with 10 other teenagers in three different provinces. It is through Katimavik that I realized the benefits of experiential, or informal, learning. I would consider myself a well-traveled Canadian, but not a well-traveled earthling, having yet to escape Canadian boundaries on any of my journeys.
I took a night school philosophy course after Katimavik was over, and it is there that I first met my true educational love. All the other high school subjects I had taken thus far, though interesting some may have been, seemed to lack... depth and purpose. Why did I care that the endoplasmic reticulum was near the mitochondria? Why did it matter that Macdonald was the first prime minister of Canada?
This philosophy course was different from all other courses, because it actually answered questions that had plagued me since my childhood. And if it didn't completely answer all of my questions, it at least made the attempt to address them.
Suddenly, I actually cared about school. I cared that I was making myself smarter. I thought "Hey, if I could earn a living doing this, I'd be pretty damned happy!".
Of course, the common joke since probably the early 20th century (or perhaps since Socrates' time) is that philosophers don't find jobs. One cannot be hired as a "philosopher" in this modern day and age, because there is not a need for them. Really?
I would argue that the world needs more philosophers right now, people who can think and who encourage others to think instead of working a regular 9-5, for "das man", as Heidegger might put it. If people used more philosophy in their daily life, they'd be happier. Happier people benefit society more than sadder people (although economically speaking, depressed people bring a lot of money to the table, especially for rich healthcare companies that profit off others' misfortune).
So here I am. An undergrad student with a passion for philosophy, but with no Ph.D to show for it. Still, I think I have a lot to offer if you care to continue studying at Academia Illustrae. Philosophers, even philosophers-in-training such as I, can teach just about anything. They can even teach it well, especially in the modern day with the help of the internet, as long as they transmute information into knowledge and do not merely dish out facts.
And that is, quite literally, what philosophy is. Love of knowledge. Love of wisdom, to be more specific. Philo means love, and sophy means wisdom.
So really, I am a philosophy student, and a master of my own knowledge, which may or may not be wisdom.
That's the lesson for today. Philosophy!
Tuesday, December 31, 2024
A wtf-esque of facts
What the actual fuck; nurses. In the hospital. How the fuck do they live with themselves.
Okay; it's bad enough that on their breaks they go smoke right next to the fucking entrances; that's fine; that's a personal choice, and it probably dissuades people from waltzing into the hospital asking for "help".
What gets me is 10+ hospital staff crowding around me on the bottom floor of an institution designed to help people all with their heads cut off while I'm begging for H2O because I know for a fact that I'm dehydrated.
How the FUCK does a nurse justify giving me 100ml of water when I weigh over 150 pounds? In a tiny sippy cup, with a fucking tiny straw. It is the most degrading shit I have ever heard of in my life - and I've heard of some pretty fucked up things like blood banks in India.
WHY. DOES. NO ONE ANSWER ANY OF MY QUESTIONS? WITH ANYTHING BUT LIES? HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE IN THIS SOCIETY? I DON'T WANT AN APOLOGY; I WANT AN EXPLANATION FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
Anyway.
This is why I say: fuck. the. government.
Tuesday, July 23, 2024
Overwatch 1(2)
Nous allons... les ÉCRASER!
Zarya is the most map dependant hero in the game atm.
Friday, November 15, 2019
(E)space, nutrition et aliments 101
Que de questions.
Premièrement, j'aime bien le choix d'essayer de faire pousser des tomates à l'extérieur de la stratosphère.
Si le but est d'envoyer des être humains sur une autre planète: absolument pas.
Si le but est d'améliorer les plantes et les télécommunications planétaire, c'est mieux.
Si l'argent dépensé sur ces expériences rends les gens malheureux (parce-que les terres terraines sont utilisés pour des fins insectes), mais que ces gens vont être moins malheureuses par unité de famille (e.g. un astronaute mort sur la lune = UN astronaute de trop), c'est une matière à considèrer.
But if the goal is to impoverish the destitute by wasting my tax dollars on growing fruits and vegetables so that astronauts can eat gluten-free (and free-from-protein), then absolutely no to said tax dollars being spent on this shit when there are people suffering because all the land is being gobbled up by foreign conglomerates that want to sell crap oil and sugar to Canadians all day to make their culture known.
I would ship them a shittone of salt and beef so that they can make better decisions in space; the Canadian astronauts (with NASA and ESA observations being as accurate as they can be).
Unfortunately, I still don't have my Honours Bachelor's Degree in Arts and Science because I'm busy dealing with a shittone of sick and/or dying family members that have been told to eat grains all day (indeed, a high-carb diet) because no one seems to care about farmers feeding cities and cities feeding farmers.
Ultimately, we perform cute science experiments in space because we've been breeding sick and dying animals for decades and, from my perspective, the Paris Accords of this current decade are the last chance the international NGOs and GOs alike will get to stop earth's x, where x can mean desertification, acidification, and a coming ice age.
I don't erase anymore: we perform experiments in space because it is easier to isolate variables, but the people performing the experiments are eating more and more plastic, so how can we possibly improve the situation whilst people in the centre of the universe are killing each other by injecting all sorts of new experimental treatments (e.g. anti-depressants, anti-psychotics, anti-inflammatories, anti-NSAIDs, anti-whatever) and without getting proper ethical permissions from the authorities at large that pretend to care about the human condition/soul, and forget that philosophers are the ones that protect said topic.
If someone could write better than me what I'm trying to convey without using four letter words that piss me off, I would probably have more funding to help improve the inter-spherical communications.
Seriously though, even Kepler would have been smart enough to know that sending animals to another fucking planet would be fucking stupid.
I am 100% convinced that the first thing the astronauts who made it into outer space (i.e. out of earth's direct gravity, in non-laymen terms) thought and/or spoke about is: "GET. ME. THE. FUCK. BACK. DOWN. TO. EARTH".
Let a more advanced Homo deal with the environmental degradation: I live on Weaster Island, but I'm not exactly part of the media, and my favourite university is getting completely, culturally assimilated into some melting pot that I want nothing to do with, because all the cultures in Toronto seem to care about is sharing their food and their scent whilst forgetting that the power of words and images is what got us into a liberalistic mess of tax-money being wasted on stupid shit like growing useless food for people who deserve better.
I mean, children being born on airplanes is already fucked up enough: personally, I would campaign for grounding all space missions until 2036 and that number is workable with, because then the Olympics might be in Japan once more (after these stupid energy crises stop occuring).
In other news, I can't sleep anymore because of all the light and sound pollution.
Thank Gaia there's snow in Toronto this season: next year, there might be slightly less, and people will still complain about not having access to social services because of ill-informed decisions being made by people with way, way, way too much time (and or space/time) on their hands because we're busy solving humanitarian crises while the richer folk plunder the land so their cars can drive faster.
What I want is answers to every single question I've ever asked through search engines.
They're all incredibly valid questions, but none of them ever get answers because every time I ask them to a search engine, I get over 100,000 results from people who matter, but who ultimately do not understand the world the way I understand it: if we're not on earth, we're not a species.
Also the weed fucking sucks. The quality has not gone down as much as I thought it would, and the contaminants (pesticide/herbicide/fungicide) are not in the Cannabis nearly as much as they used to be because of the legalization/prohibition effort, but it's not right that as an ex-worker of the industry I'm actually paying more per gram than I was before I had access to higher-quality CBD-dominant weed that was, unfortunately, not entirely licit to buy, but that I had no choice but to buy because the street dealers are just that good.
Anyway, I would just ship them salty tomatoes and pray the astronauts aren't dumb enough to actually want to go to Mars in the 21st century.
I would push back to the 23-6th century before we can even think of going to Saturn.
Here's a picture of me annoyed with the amount of work I did for Toronto and did not get enough reward for:
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| Hey, at least it's not High-fructose Corn syrup that we're trying to grow. |
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Binary 1010
Apparently this means 3 in binary.

