I know this is my third post mentioning the Pamuk book, but last night as I was reading, the narrator brought up a concept I had never thought of before. The distinction between truth and sincerity. Clearly, they represent different ideas, but can you have one without the other? Can you be truthful and insincere? Or sincere and knowingly untruthful? The example in the book cited miniaturists who portray subjects as truthfully as possible, yet only when they make mistakes do they reveal their sincerity in the painting. This is a little hard to grasp for me. I'll have to think about it more.
On a more exciting note, my boyfriend flies in today! We live in two very different parts of the country. He lives in a very very blue state, and I live in a painfully very red state. We have plans to play the Wii I got him and to watch episodes of Battlestar Galactica. So dorky, I know, but he is a big nerd. I hope things go okay when I pick him up today- I was a little annoyed when he really didn't call me that much this week (I think Sunday was the last time we chatted briefly). I e-mailed him about it, since I couldn't reach him by phone, and he responded with "Sorry, been busy this week." I understand if you are busy, but let me know damn it! We always seem to have the same beef, so obviously I am not getting my point across very well. Usually, I respond by getting upset and starting "drama" (whatever). We'll see how this time plays out...
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