Blue skies and stormy clouds...

Above is a photo of the sky one day recently at my house. I have been in one of my deep, dark philosophical moods in which I read Nietzsche and think about revolution... I really want to read some Camus soon, as I think it would be interesting, particularly reading or The Myth of Sisyphus or The Stranger. Sometimes I wonder if I have directed too much of my philosophical outlook into the Nietzscehean tradition. I still haven't delved into Kariel. Now that i've been at home, my dad has started implying that I have ideologies, first that i'm a Marxist and secondly a Deist. Well, while a few of my professors were definitely Marxist in their leanings, I wouldn't go so far as to say I am one of them; I prefer to think of myself as Nietzschean in my understanding of power relationships, though not excessive to the extent that Foucault was. On the other hand, i've been empathizing with the Straussians lately, as the Trotskyesque vision of democratic revolution hasn't panned out. I've also been thinking about how sometimes I feel like an anarchist, with my mind being the most anarchic of all institutions I know. In the background, i've been listening to a lot of Richard Ashcroft, which generally contributes to introspection and hermetic interludes of thought. Anyhow, enough rambling, I guess the point is that the longer i'm here, the more I feel like a radical... Strange stuff.