Paris B. Obdan is a philosopher working on mind, action, and metaphysical identity. An alumnus of Carnegie Mellon and Harvard Universities, he is currently based at the University of Barcelona, where he develops research at the intersection of philosophy, cognitive science, and philosophical methodology.
Controlverse
I’m almost positive I’d never wanna be friends with Yorgos Lanthimos. Of course, it’d be positively cool to meet and mingle and converse some with someone of his talent and accomplishments. But it’s so very clear to me that it would be maximally unpleasant and…
Unforgivable
I’ve been thinking about suspending my movie and TV series watching activities for the next year so I can get into a more uninterrupted reading & writing tempo. And in order to satisfactorily get into that I naturally binged on some critically acclaimed classics that had…
Anora Can’t Connect
In 2004 Roy Baumeister and Kathleen Vohs wrote ‘Sexual Economics: Sex as Female Resource for Social Exchange in Heterosexual Interactions’ in Personality and Social Psychology Review. I was assigned that paper in two different undergraduate courses and I remember that both times the class discussion…
I Cry at Hamilton
I really do. And not just drops of anime tears. I full blown ugly cry uncontrollably every time I watch Hamilton in person. I believe this is because it is, to me, the single greatest work of art created thus far by humankind. And it’s not like I didn’t…
Anatomy of a Vulnerable Narcissism
This might be the best movie I’ve ever seen. I was superglued to the couch for 2 hours and 24 minutes while checking my phone an aggregate total of zero times. I honestly think I may not have moved at all. No rolling to my left, not to my right, not laying down to my left on my fun pillows for a 20 minute…
Art of Artistry and Intentional Living
The entire scene is brightly vivid in my head. The very moment, as well as the subsequent story beats, of my being exposed to the person who is, looking back at my life, one of my top few favourite artists of all time. My freshman year roommate had his desk under his bunk level bed, while I had mine adjacent to my (non-bunk altitude) bed where…
G.O.A.T. Affairs
I have my definitive answer; and I get to have an answer that carries weight—thanks to belonging to a generational sweet spot. The first ever NBA spectacle that I ever laid eyes on was the Western Conference Finals between Seattle SuperSonics and Houston Rockets in 1996. I was floored that there was a team that had the same name of one of my favourite video game characters
Remains of the Movie
Ever since Sir Anthony Hopkins came out as autistic, I’ve been able to experience his work at a different altitude. It’s typical of humans with zero degrees of empathy (either cognitive and emotional zero degrees) to be fascinated by the performance of what we call acting, and subsequently making sense of the world that way. Think Abed, from community: