Existential Cream Cheese For Philosophical Cinnamon Rolls - An Election Day Post

Truth is, the truth is, and that truth is what you think it is.

I just read the readings I assigned for Philosophy of Education (the last chapter of Philosophy of Education in Action) and it moved from Friere to Buber to Kierkegaard to Noddings to Greene really quick, with a lot of emphasis on existentialism.

Who am I in relation to the truth I create for myself? What does any of it matter in relation to one's existence and purpose? Then there's that education thing. Why should any of us care?

I was thinking about this when I opened a new hair product, a dipping doo diggity wallop that strikingly reminded me of the frosting I used to get caked on Cindy's Cinnamon Rolls (I miss them so much). I used to purchase these delectable pastries when I could afford them (the last 10 minutes of Mall hours when they sold what they had left for 50% off).
Is there anything better than a a well done cinnamon roll? I don't think so.

I exist because I once ate such delicacies. I exist because I have a paste to make my hair look like Kramer from Seinfeld. I exist, because after reading and prepping for a class on existential contributions to K-12 schooling (um, I don't see too much recognition of existence or reasons for existing in most of the schools I visit - just robotic boredom and apathetic misery). But I exist, as they exist. We exist together.

Then there's an election. I exist, therefore I have an opinion, but they exist, and they have an opinion, too. I'm afraid of postmodern subjectivities and reality television thinking as it exists on CNN and Fox. Results will come in and we will all still be existing.

Truth is non-truth. Non-truth is truth. All we are is dust in the wind.

And I'm thinking about the humanity of it all. Why would I put cream cheese in my hair? Is it vanity? Is it insanity? Is it postmodern play? Is it MAN-o-pause? Am I a particle man, particle man?

Actually, I'm thinking of two movies: I Heart Huckabees and Waking Life. Both are early millennial movies at the turn of the century and (for the most part) place existential crisis in Western White Masculine terms (which is humorous and problematic and enlightening and right and wrong). These films, as well as the profound silliness of this post will be on my mind for the next 24 hours as I try to find a way to make students (who tend to be from traditional Catholic schooling institutions) contemplate the esoteric and intellectual Basquiat-painting of existentialism.

But I am so, so, so craving a cinnamon roll. Should be an interesting class this week. And should be an interesting night of news, for better or for worse. We will still have to exist within it all.