In-der-Blog-sein

A Day In The Life Of A Chamber Pot discovers one of a potentially long line of being-in-a-specific-being:

I want to play my guitar. It occurred to me only moments ago how sexual the guitar is for me. It allows my animus and anima to express themselves in unison. It is a very Dionysian and self-celebratory experience, but the self is without any sense of static identity. It's being-in-and-for-itself-in-the-guitar, something Heidegger never mentioned.

Totally with you, dude. I ordered my Roland Micro Cube yesterday.  ¶ 6:49 AM