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I've noticed that the kinds of writing I am most at home reading are those that others are most likely to say they don't understand: e.g. Cavell, Emerson, the later Wittgenstein, some poetry (though I don't read much poetry anymore; too moving). Students, professors, and everyone else frowns at these texts, and I don't know why. I have been assuming that this differences reflects a failure on my part to require a high level of precision in order to understand something. There is at least an emotional difference in that my reaction to these things is not "that's confusing!" but "wow! I now need to read this two more times and try to map out what's going on." According to the Berlin dichotomy, wherein "the fox knows many little things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing" I suspect these guys are hedgehogs (if there is one big thing in the later Wittgenstein, the one big thing is that there are instead many little things). Read this way, the distinction really marks level of abstraction. There is also an element of foxiness in each, though, since the writing of each is colorful, and draws from many sources. But they are not "foxy" in the way that Shakespeare or Montaigne are (neither of which I particularly like, in case what I like happens to be a good guide to the real features of these things). The precisifying tools of contemporary philosophy are a way of attempting to concretize the relationships between abstract ideas. It is still faster to move outside of them, if you can. They may also function as evidence, and for some as aids to understanding. (I often find they stand in the way of understanding; though they may be of help in communicating my thoughts to others. I simply can't hold many stages of a proof in my mind, as I can a monologue or a day.) I never, of course, try to write like Cavell or Emerson; I'm not even sure I could if I tried. But I always feel found-out whenever someone else says "X is so hard to understand!" and I say, "Really? That's what I love!" And I wonder if it's a real failing of mine that's being exposed, and if it's related to the difficulty I have finding people with whom I can think in an intuitive (natural) way, and if, failing or not, I will ever find a way of compensating for it. |
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In my very odd senior essay were the two things I've been interested in all along (and in the earlier ones too, but it comes out well here): intelligibility and action. The question was, how is it possible to create something new? On one side the question, as I saw it, was a pragmatic one--literally, 'how am I to go about doing this?' But the created thing, whatever it is, needs to be in some relation to all the things that existed before; and yet be new. So the other side of the question is, what is it about the world or our minds that makes this possible, and how does it work? Parallel the Meno Paradox: how can we seek what we don't already know? Parellel Kant's question: how are synthetic a priori judgmentts (which add to what we already know about the concepts involved, but do so through reasoning) possible? I love reducing the history of philosophy to a single kind of question over and over again. The Meno Paradox also admits of a pragmatic reading. It's my interest in the pragmatic sides of these questions in conjunction with the semantic or metaphysical sides that leads me afoul of the traditional foci in philosophy. I don't know whether the two are necessarily linked; but my interest in the pragmatic question probably comes from the sense that, if we're going to look for data a good place to look might be the mind of the person creating or learning something new. Partly this is my inclination because it's what I'm best at; describing my experience in excruciating detail may be my best skill. For the pragmatic side of the question, a first-personal answer is demanded. Whether the first-personal answer has any deep connection to the non-pragmatic side of the question is what I need to figure out. i.e. Are first-personal answers in any way demanded by the non-pragmatic sides of the questions for the reasons of, say, the concepts involved? |
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(Inspired by the NYT magazine article, obviously.) I've been thinking lately about how, if Buddhism works, it requires you to walk a very fine line between letting an emotion run away with you and putting it out of sight. Practitioners insist, anyway, that it is not just escapism; but for myself, I don't know what "sitting with" can mean in this circumstance other than "detaching from," or "floating above." Detaching from thinga and floating above them are important; but I would never call them anyone's ideal state. They're like fevers that immobilize you until you're healthy again. Important in emergencies, as long as there's some determination that will take over and drag you along, some transcendental ego that's all-muscle. It feels almost comforting to be able to rely on it. That said, when I am in this state, I spend most of my time thinking about how to be myself again. I imagine and reimagine, write and rewrite every feeling, go through my old journals, set myself projects having to do with them, wander around in my endless memory. I've wondered whether that re-imagining itself does any work; whether it might not be a kind of illusion, since there can be no set facts about myself when I'm in that state. I could wander around forever in there, like the stereotypical character stuck in a world of illusion, who, however much she explores it, will not find the missing sense of "reality." I've susepected that what is required to spring out of it is something of another kind entirely. (And having done it many times, I still can't say how it happens. Not unlike the beginnings of actions generally.) But I wouldn't recommend becoming aloof from oneself as a primary way of life; it's negation, to use a Sartre word, and as such is a little dangerous. The ability to ignore suffering in oneself is at once beneficial and disturbing: the same ability applied to, or by, others could be disatrous. |
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 Something that's made out of a single piece of aluminum I will not be tempted to take apart.
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Blame has for a long time seemed useleess and archaic to me. Saying "look what you did!" does not necessarily help to remedy the situation; it may even make things worse, through making the responsible party resent the excessive blaming; and it may make her inclined to see her responsibility for the bad situation seem inevitable and unchangeable--that there is nothing she can do to make things better at present or to escape from being shamed in the future. Blame reinforces responsibility. That is, ir reinforces the sense that some occurrence was done or controlled by a certain person. Because of this it can help one to become aware of the things that one does, so that one can be more careful in the future. Thus far, it's alright. But reinforcing an agent's connection to her action can have two different effects: it can lead her to think, this is what I've done, because I'm the kind of person who does these things, and there's no escape from that or to think, this is what I've done, and I can use the control that I now see that I had over this action to make things better now and do better things in the future. Blaming a bad action on someone's character seems particularly useless, as it will only lead them down the first path. Changing one's character (whatever that is) seems much harder than changing one's future actions. Yet, some say (Hume) that the criterion of responsibility is whether an action proceeded from an enduring character trait in the agent. And something in that criterion is right: namely, that it seems natural to excuse someone experiencing temporary insanity of some kind, or someone coerced, from at least some of the responsbility for what they do in that state. How to reconcile the intuition that blame often leads down a pernicious and useless path for the responsbile party, and the intution that people are responsible only when their actions stem from enduring character traits? 1. One could say that blame is not necessarily part of responsbility; it's something we do in reaction to an agent's having been responsible for something. 2. Perhaps we need a criterion other than stemming from an enduring character trait; one that does not tempt the agent to think he cannot avoid doing such things in the future. 3. An action's stemming from an enduring character trait does not necessarily mean that the agent will be unable to escape such actions in the future. (...But it is my complaint that this criterion brings us too close to condemning a person, and not an action.) |
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 (Switzerland, 1996.)
Note: if above photo is enormous, click on the photobucket link, then go back to this page and refresh.
 (Freshman dorm room, 1999.)
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The abstract of a paper by Roy Sorenson, in which he argues that selection for empathy (the method average people prefer for understanding each other) will produce more like-minded people, "which partly solves the problem of other minds." I don't know where to begin. "Stepping into the other guy's shoes works best when you resemble him. After all, the procedure is to use yourself as a model: in goes hypothetical beliefs and desires, out comes hypothetical actions and revised beliefs and desires. If you are structurally analogous to the empathee, then accurate inputs generate accurate outputs-just as with any other simulation. The greater the degree of isomorphism, the more dependable and precise the results. This sensitivity to degrees of resemblance suggests that the method of empathy works best for average people. The advantage of being a small but representative sample of the population will create a bootstrap effect. For as average people prosper, there will be more average descendants and so the degree of resemblance in subsequent generations will snowball. Each increment in like-mindedness further enhances the reliability and validity of mental simulation. With each circuit along the spiral, there is tighter and tighter bunching and hence further empowerment of empathy. The method is self-strengthening and eventually molds a population of hyper-similar individuals--which partly solves the problem of other minds" (Philosophy and Phenomenological Research, LVIII, 1, March 1998). |
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The first time I talk about something I've read with another person, my own idea of it starts to look like a cubist painting: disjointed, with its various parts in odd proportions with respect to one another, the eye drawn in many directions at once, maybe particularly drawn to a point inessentially related to the missing order. |
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Between my undergraduate education and the experience undergraduates here in philosophy courses have.... This is more to the point, and more intellectually rigorous (in terms of the material presented); there is more 'analysis' in what the students hear, since they're hearing it from professional analysts. But there's a kind of reverence that isn't. I miss the sense that each book could be expected to have something to say to my soul, and that I needed to be able to hear it when it did. Being trusted to figure something out on your own confers a sense of honor and responsibility. I like feeling like there is a way of thinking that I need to find, and that finding it will require all my faculties--empathetic, intellectual, aesthetic--to be open, and which itself might involve all of them. |
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The feeling of dry, clean, room-temperature feet on upholstery (sheets in a bed, or a sofa after bathing after swimming). |
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(As if that needed proof.) Evidently most people's blood pressure rises in the morning. Mine dips dramatically around 6:30. Time slows, I start to feel heavy, and if I don't sleep during those hours--no matter how much sleep I've just had--I'll be dizzy for the rest of the morning. (It's tempting, if I've slept from late afternoon to around midnight, to just keep going through this 6 am period and make use of the time. But it's a very bad idea. Exercising at that time doesn't help, either.) If I get up at a 'normal' hour after sleeping I'll often feel a bit sick for awhile. On the bright side, I'm not going to have a stroke anytime soon. Denmark has a special high school for owls. Perhaps I should move to Denmark. |
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the philosophical skeptic asks. Now, with the miracle of digital cameras, you can:

Or see behind it, anyway. More here.
And I thought putting a picture of the top of my desk on my desktop was clever.
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2 Cases (A) George tells Jenn that Min is on a cruise. Min believes him even though she doesn't know him very well. So probably (2) is false. (3) is supposed to be an "abominable conjunction." But I just don't see why.
- Jenn knows that Min is on a cruise.
- Jenn knows that George isn't lying about Min. (False, on some construals of 'know.')
- Jenn knows that Min is on a cruise, but not that George isn't lying.
I assume it's supposed to be abominable because she shouldn't know that Min is on a cruise if she has no good reason to trust George's word. (But, all the same, Min is on a cruise--for which reason we might want to say that Jenn knows this. She has true belief, albeit unjustified.) The abominality must be a formal-epistemological abominality, and not an ordinary one. (B) An even less abominable example. - If John had met someone in the alley, he would have provoked him.
- If John met someone in the alley who immediately killed him, John would have provoked him. (False.)
- If John had been killed by the man he met, he would not have provoked him, but if he had met a man, he would have provoked him.
Now B3 is abominably expressed, but it's not incomprehensible. Turning it around, so that the 1st scenario comes first makes it better. It doesn't strike me as embedding any deep philosophical puzzle. But then, I find possible worlds remarkably uninteresting. (It's been awhile since I've failed to find something puzzling. So I felt like recording the fact.)
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 That's right, the powerbook is shorter. I wondered why the ibook's clothes wouldn't fit it.


Conclusion: snow makes everything look like it was made by Apple.
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(Something for which there ought to be a name.) |
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Fall 1999, probably"There is a deep mystery in the thoughts and associations that make up what we call a 'world.' I'm not sure whether I want to crack this mystery or present it to people more clearly as mysterious." Spring 2000 "Is the peculiar quality of this 'beholding' state of mind that it is a state in which we 'see' whatever we see 'as' nothing in particular--not even, perhaps, its rudimentary definition ('tree, 'field,' etc.) . . . . Meaninglessness does not suffice to make things aesthetically compelling, does it? It must be a promising ambiguity . . . .
But often the intellectual state of contemplation is similar to this, and articulating these thoughts to describing a compelling image, a tree in sunlight. The way we [or maybe just I] stare contentedly at a thought that looks promising before investigating it is like what? Perhaps a better analogy would be regarding a landscape, a 'view,' from a distance, then approaching it . . . . It does not lose its beauty as we walk into it, but the view changes."
**** It's weird to see relatives of recent thoughts in my previous selves' writing. I wonder if I should be keeping up with all these records (mostly scribbled on scraps of paper, undated) so I don't have to reinvent the wheel over and over. But maybe they fell by the wayside for a reason; their time wasn't right; or my thought-forming-process was less refined. Or maybe I really should just type them all up and backdate them. I never know what to do with the past. |
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Makes the self smaller, more concentrated, in one mundane way since it can no longer expand to encompass one's house-as-an-extension-of-oneself. This makes it easier to get things done: it's harder to mobilize a scattered entity. ("Herding cats.") Pieces of oneself are everywhere, wherever one's stuff is. (My favorite Dennett-isms: "if you make yourself very, very small you can externalize virtually everything," and its opposite.) |
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I know this is taking my worship of my favorite place to extremes, but I couldn't resist.


More.
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Laptops have lately gone widescreen. In spite of the trend, I bought a second 12.1 x 10 apple; it's just small enough to fit in tight places, and almost square. But rectangles, according to the ancient geometers, are better than squares. And a 13.3 x 9 rectangle is closer to the golden ratio than a 12.1 x 10 rectangle. (If I were a real Johnnie, at this point I would do the math.) So perhaps my inclinations are untutored, and the designers have caught on to the true nature of Beauty. |
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Kant tells us we should not lie because the world will fall apart if we do--presumably because we rely on others to provide us with information that is, so far as they know, accurate. But language has many functions other than describing the world accurately. There are other things we might do by speaking, and other goals we might try to accomplish through speaking. And we can't assume that accurately describing the world is a superior goal in all cases. On the economy, on the other hand, Kant was right. If everyone takes on debt they have no intention of paying back, the practice of lending money becomes impossible. |
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I like poems in which a single voice speaks at night, in a city. Viz. section II of "Little Gidding," wherein the poet meets the "ghost of some dead master," the last pages of The Waves, which I did as a monologue, wherein Bernard faces death. I like the nighttime loneliness of certain parts of Zarathustra (even dogs are afraid of ghosts....singing is for the convalescent), though it lacks...modernity, which fits the combination of desolation, humility, lowness and openness that I love. If the "Sky" is one place I feel at home, the smelly entrance to a subway station in the middle of the night is another.
But there is a twist, or a tunnel. It's only in this kind of "place" that I feel completely open; if it is possible for one's sense of self to expand, this is where it must begin. (Not that this isn't a spiritual cliche; but it's something I need to remind myself of.) I wrote a poem about this in 9th grade, and it worried my teacher, while I thought it was optimistic.
So it feels natural to be "outside" of the waking-conventional-respectable world; it's reassuring. I often wonder (less than I did when I first left home, but occasionally) how to be in that other world. I still haven't found a model, or a map.
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The importance of 'how' questions in and of themselves, has to do with the governance of the self. In the domain of clinical psychology, I have little faith in third personal approaches to therapy. If they work, their success may not besomething the patient can come to again on her own. (Of course the same argument can be used against drugs, which can be helpful. But they seem to help primarily by changing the weather in one's mind so that whatever needs to occur can occur.) The origination of action, phenomenologically, is mysterious. It just happens. Even the most thoughtful, planned action feels spontaneous--even impulsive--at the moment it begins. I may be more prone to notice this than some because it always feels to me, when I'm on stage or in front of a class, like the controlled, thoughtful parts of my brain are off limits; I'm swept up in whatever I'm talking or emoting about. (The benefit of this diminution of consciousness is that I'm never nervous while I'm doing something. The drawback is that it makes adjusting or improving my technique difficult.) My peculiarity aside, I'm willing to venture that impulsiveness is crucially important to the beginning of action; otherwise, it might never begin at all. If this is true, there's a strange dynamic going on in us whereby we make it the case that we give ourselves over at the crucial moment to the very thing we want to do. The impulsiveness I mean here may only be a seed, but it's a seed that brings something about. This is a deep fact (if it is a fact) because it points to the limits of the self in precisely the domain for which it's known--the domain of what it can do. |
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I am partial to 'how' questions. The answers to 'how' questions are instruction-like. Even when they are explanations--e.g. responses to "how can this be true if that is true?"--I take the answers as instructions in how to think about the subject matter. (Compare instructions in how to look at an ambiguous image.) There may not be reason to believe that this type of question is paradigmatically philosophical. I've met with resistence many times to my insistence on focusing on the 'how' question in the neighborhood of some other problem. One reason to think they might be, however, is that so many philosophical problems are problems about how to get from here to there, given a limited set of tools. Examples: induction, the Meno Paradox, the central problem of philosophy of mind (how do we get mind from matter?), the central problem of philosophy of action (what differentiates action from behavior?). Questions about how we get from here to there are especially frustrating when there is by definition a place we can never reach: it seems possible that we could be brains in vats because if the illusion were complete then, if we were brains in vats, we could never know that we were. External world skepticism, many of these questions and/or problems seems amenable to scientific answers. There's a powerful instinct to answer every question empirically that can be answered empirically. One line of response holds that a problem at the level of concepts has to have a conceptual-level answer; that is, we ought to be able to either provide answers in terms of our concepts, or explain why the problem is mistaken because it gets the concepts wrong. I've been inclined to do each of these things at one point or other, and I'm left thinking we need all three. But my predeliction for 'how' questions seems rooted in the desire for rules for the direction of mind (as it were). I like the idea of solving a problem with nothing but the mind (and pen and paper)--partly because that's what I'm comfortable with. The ability to navigate mental space--logical, imaginiative, emotional--has many uses (see bio on my newly uglified profile page). (What I'm not sure about is how to weigh those uses with the obvious values of not forcing oneself to reinvent everything.) |
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There's a sensation (energy? state of mind?) I miss--the sense of walking through a new city on a clear day in the fall or winter; the sense that everything there is to be discovered in the world is there around you, separated from you only by crisp, easily traversible air. (That sounds cornier than I mean it to.) The sky has to be big, water near; everything capable of being thought about seems close; other people seem close for that reason, too. Everything is possible; everything is intelligible. Part of this is feeling like part of the same world as other people, preferably a community of people, with whom you share a lot of things, enough to make them intelligible, accessible, promising, not threatening. If I have a home, this feeling is it; and half the time I don't know where it is, or how to get there. What I do know is that it is blue. It's easy to do things there, to see what to do. (Though not to go from imagining a space of possibilities to an imaginary life; I can't imagine imaginary lives.) It's much harder to find that kind of energy when disconnected from that sense of possibility. So I rearrange furniture or do things online, to try to make other places that will remind me of the sense that the world is open and all within my reach. Lately with little success. |
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(Far right.)

Of course, usually people carve scary faces into pumpkins, so it may not say what I want it to.
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Cheap, nautical cord management:



It could probably be done more elegantly and thoroughly, but this is a start.
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