i’m re-reading the story of psychology by morton hunt. i’m writing down notes from the book into my moleskine. i pretend that the history of psychology fits into my own story. i marvel at the psychological musings of ancient greek philosophers. it seems unbelievable what conclusions they were able to arrive at with no laboratories, methods and any sort of empirical evidence. the only available source of conclusions was their own mind. sense of thinking and reasoning. the most interesting fact is that a significant number of their theories have actually remained in our time and some of them have developed into theories on a higher level. i have been interested in ancient cultures since middle school. ever since i met people from the london school in prague.
i also finally own a copy of the true story of nirvana and i’m reading that as well. as far as the content is concerned this book seems to be the most detailed of them all but when it actually comes to original sentences and words there aren’t any. for a person who can recite full paragraphs from heavier than heaven, which served as an obvious, harmless influence, the true story may seem to be written in a copy-paste manner of what somebody else has already written years before. but i do not want to offend the author, since i’ve also been trying to find various copies of the melody maker and the articles that i have so far i consider to be more satisfying than articles in present music magazines and i also could care less about originality because i’m going to read it anyway.
i’m hoping to buy a copy of cobain unseen soon.