Buried in Snow

A Real American

2005-12-03T11:18:00.000-08:00

Good ol' Mark Trail. No communist nipples on that guy.

I Guess My Consciousness Is Less Essential Than I Thought

2005-11-04T22:40:00.000-08:00

The other day, I was walking home while talking on the phone, a task that requires me to cross a major downtown throughfare without an intersection. Normally, there are many cars and I have to wait some time to find a good opportunity and, even then, I will have to run to avoid getting hit. This time, I have no idea what happened. A few blocks later, I realized I was close to home and had no recollection of the previous three blocks. Come to think of it, this same thing has occurred while I'm on the phone in the car, too. I wonder how my mind would respond to an abnormality (or did respond, I guess) and if it could handle the necessary emergent variations. I hope so.

Boundaries.

2005-11-02T11:38:00.000-08:00

From "Truth: A Guide" by Simon Blackwell

2005-10-07T14:58:00.000-07:00

On Blind (and Deaf and Dumb) Faith

"'If a man, holding a belief which he was taught in childhood or persuaded of afterwards, keeps down and pushes away any doubts which arise about it in his mind, purposely avoids the reading of books and the company of men that call into question or discuss it, and regards it as impious those questions which cannot easily be asked without disturbing it Â the life of that man is one long sin against mankind.'

Thus apologists for religious identity politics sometimes describe themselves as having been born one thing or another: born a Muslim, or a Hindu, or a Jew. According to Clifford this is false consciousness. People are born human beings, nothing else. They may have been taught to regard themselves as one thing or another, and they may have been taught as well the doctrines and attitudes of particular traditions. But if they go on refusing to question what they have been told, and if, as is so commonly the case, what they have been told is incredible or pernicious, they their continued adherence is, in Clifford's eyes, a sin against mankind." (page 6)

Translation: Believing something because you always believed it without question is lame.

On The Value of Philosophical Debate about the Meaning of Truth

"Why does this make a difference to the debate? The idea is that the battle between the absolutist and the relativist is sustained by a conviction that there are two issues, when in fact there is only one. For this battle to be joined, there must first be an ordinary issue, say, whether the price of petrol is rising. But second there is a further, philosophical or reflective (second-order) issue: whether there is a truth of the matter, or an absolute or "real" truth of the matter, that the price of petrol is rising. The absolutist says yes, but apparently at the cost of buying into a mysterious world of norms and Forms, or a mysterious unmeasurable relationship between our sayings and the truth. The relativist will not pay the cost, and so says no. But now we meet someone who is deaf to their problem. There is only the issue of whether the price of petrol is rising, full stop. If we hammer this out, and decide one way or the other, then we do not increase the temperature by adding "what's more, that's true". This just repeats whichever conclusion we came to: that the price of petrol is (or is not) rising, which is the issue which we started.

People who think that the last paragraph expresses just about everything we need to know about truth are called minimalists or quietists. They think we should leave the truth alone. We should not enter the fields of meta-theory or philosophical reflection, to try to say something more, to gain a conception; of truth, as both absolutists and relativists have been presented as doing." (pages 58-59)

Translation: If I say "you're a loser", it's the same as saying "it is true that you are a loser" or even "God's eternal truth dictates without question that you are a loser". All that extra blibbedy blab adds nothing.

On Assertions of Truth

"But neither was right that second-order reflection, focused on worries about truth, either precedes or helps or hinders decision about whether capital punishment should be allowed. To come to an opinion about that, your gaze must be firmly fixed on capital punishment and the confused factors suggesting either that it is, or is not, a process to advocate. And once you have thought about such matters, you may be inclined to take a stand. You might even say that capital punishment should not be allowed. Or: it is really true, a fact, that capital punishment should not be allowed. Or: capital punishment should not be allowed; you had better believe it. Or even: it corresponds to the eternal normative order that capital punishment should not be allowed. For none of these says any more than what you started with. We might have thought there was an ascending ladder here, with ever more bold theoretical claims made at each stage. But the ladder-- which I like to call Ramsey's ladder, in honor of one of the first philosophers to see these things clearly, Frank Ramsey of Cambridge--is horizontal. It takes you nowhere. There is no more and no less involved at the last stage than at the first." (page 62)

Translation: I don't need to know whether there is some perfect truth to know that rocks are hard and your face resembles that of a horse. There is no point in discussing truth when you should really be trying to prove to me that your ugly mug isn't the exact replica of this horse I saw yesterday.

I just like this saying

"...as in the old Yorkshire saying, 'All the world's queer except me and thee. And even thee's a little queer.'" (page 199)

Translation: This dude is awesome.

In Conclusion

"We can take the postmodernist inverted commas off things that ought to matter to us: truth, reason, objectivity and confidence. They are no less, if no more, than the virtues that all cherish as we try to understand the bewildering world around us." (page 221)

Translation: Whatever. I said some confusing stuff, but it shouldn't make it impossible for you to think about important things as you did before and now with the bonus that I and the cumulative world of philosophy approve.

Franciscan't Skemp -Or- Welcome to Wisconsin, Here's the Foot for Your Pooper

2005-09-18T19:30:00.000-07:00

So, theoretically, "Apartment 2" is "reserved" for me for the week and the key is "waiting for me" in the hospital ER so that I can live here for the week rather than commute from Minnesota. However, in reality, the "ER" has never heard of me or of said "key" for any "apartment" outside the hospital, itself, and wanted me to give up entirely, since finding that key was so utterly impossible. After wandering around and locating the locked apartment and trying to break in, I returned to the ER, this time with the conviction that this apartment building, on the hospictal grounds, surely had a key to let me in, and since I had an e-mail saying it was "reserved," I should rightfully be let in. After waiting with security ("...been busy in here the last few days, full moon and all...") in the ER for the maintenance guy, I did in fact get a master key for the building. The key certainly did unlock Apartment 2, but it could do nothing to undo the chain latch that held the door shut after I undid the lock in the knob and the deadbolt. I guess whoever is in there really didn't want anyone else coming in. In my defense, I had checked for lights before I tried to break in and I rang the doorbell before I frantically unlocked the door's two locks.

Anyway, I opened Apartment 3 and left the sliding glass door open so I can get in before returning the maintenance guy's keys. I plan to move in the morning. What a frickin' kick in the eyeball. I hope no one has broken into the apartment since I left it open and I also hope no one has towed my car since I parked in Walgreen's. I also hope that all the pooping spiders whose webs I had to go through to get in are not currently attached to me somewhere. There were a lot of spiders. I'm talking arachnaphobia house spiders. Unh.

So, the "reserved apartment with the key at the ER desk" was neither reserved, nor was the key at the front desk. I hope tomorrow goes better.

My Birthday is Coming Up...

2005-09-07T20:14:00.000-07:00

and I will also soon be sued by the creator of the Perry Bible Fellowship.

My Job at the Harvest Classic

2005-09-06T18:09:00.000-07:00

No, thank YOU, Jeff, for assigning me to clean up goose crap with a small piece of corrugated cardboard. Thank YOU.

I'm thinking about my doorbell.

2005-09-01T20:59:00.000-07:00

And Jack White.

Part Three: In Which Our Hero Falls into a Deep, but Hopefully Transient, Despair

2005-08-31T14:02:00.000-07:00

And is subsequently sued by Bill Watterson.

Possible Names for Future Children

2005-08-24T18:42:00.000-07:00

Girls
Rickettsia
Orientia
Listeria
Shigella
Excreta

Boys
Akari
Tsutsugamushi
Peroneus

My Water Bottle R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

2005-08-20T12:11:00.000-07:00

My water bottle was missing from my bike one day after I helped a friend move some furniture. Not long after, I began receiving e-mails from a "Mike Giant" with photos attached. The text of these e-mails indicated he'd (I didn't even realize the bottle had a gender) been feeling unappreciated.