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Another Note on Smartphones
Another Note on Smartphones
You note that it is kind of ridiculous that we buy so many things that we can conceive of not having, i.e. smartphones, computers, etc. But isn’t it the case that our lives would be significantly (at least relative to our contemporaries) more difficult if we didn’t have those technologies? Here’s an example: the other day, my wife’s car broke down, and she asked me to come from campus to help…
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3quarksdaily: The Pollinators of Technology
3quarksdaily: The Pollinators of Technology
Here’s a link to (and preview of) something I wrote about Technology, Ecology, and Vital Materialism. “When the capacities of smartphones—with their highly evolved ability to convey shared experiences with a vast network of (strongly needed) social relations and render us highly visible—mixed with those of the other non-human elements (such as adrenaline and alcohol) on the evening of the…
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spoons
spoons that’s how we laid there in the park on those days the autumnal vestiges of some other year leached into our summer savoring the copper tasting sun filtered through the branches where squirrels and starlings wild and nomadic howled like men at how near we came and the homely way that trees fork in cervical contortions at the crown now the trash cans at the beach are full of beer cans and…
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shame/repulsion
Shame “I did that,” says my memory. “I could not have done that,” says my pride, and remains inexorable. Eventually-the memory yields. – Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, Aphorism 68 This man is called ashamed. He covers himself up. Skem, an old word meaning “to cover” in the language of those whose tongues and voice boxes have rot out so thoroughly that they make up the dust that hangs…
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Restaurant Pitch
RESTAURANT NAME: kronos MENU: a nearly infinite list of extraordinary dishes, from simple salads to 400 year old quahogs grown in the north atlantic. RESERVATIONS: made in accordance with the dish you order. RESERVATION PROCESS: when you order a dish at KRONOS, we will set a reservation for a date in the future that is comparable to the time it takes to grow the constitutive ingredients from the…
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landscape
landscape we’ll say that in the landscape that is all the time that humanity has been on earth and in all the places during all those times that is the history of all the nations and every solitary man and woman as well there lopes through the crags of that landscape a run of genius like a vein of molten rock that branches off like the…
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On Loafing
Between the trailhead and where we stood, my son and I, there was a vast expanse of time and a very small amount of space. I’d carried him, with the dog’s leash on one wrist, from the parking lot, up through a small thicket of brambles to where an old railroad must have run, past the bridge, and steeply down the hill to the flat banks of the river where the path began. Here, thirty feet down from…
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St. Luke's, Sunday: 1 pm
St. Luke’s, Sunday: 1 pm
St. Lukes, Sunday: 1 pm The devout outfiled A glass of water Still Like a pool of stalactite tears Beneath the pulpit stole With the lights out The only phosphorescence coming from the sun Filtered through the prismages of saints Here are caves and hinterground veins of quiet Here the feel of bodies left Knees just bent for wine and bread The evacuated space where longing fluttered Like a stone…
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Scylla and Charybdis in the Political Imaginary, pts. 1-2
Scylla and Charybdis in the Political Imaginary, pts. 1-2
“We sailed on, up the narrow strait, groaning as we moved. On one side lay Scylla; on the other one divine Charybdis terrified us all, by swallowing salt water from the sea.” – Homer, Odyssey Book XII I. “Between Scylla and Charybdis” In the twelfth book of the Odyssey, Odysseus leaves Circe’s island and has to navigate through the strait of Messina on his journey back to Ithaca. This strait,…
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Emerson and Nature
For Emerson—who I argue still retains much of the Idealist conception of Nature, specifically post-Kantianism and Early German Romanticism filtered through Coleridge’s Biographia Literaria—Nature is not necessarily intrinsically valuable, but is useful for understanding ourselves. Laura Walls explains that for Emerson, “Nature is spirit only until man is properly apprised of his true place, and…
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Said one of the most brilliant individuals in human history. #vegan #govegan #tesla #plantbaseddiet (at Whole Foods Market DePaul)
Our take on the classic Chick-fil-A chicken sandwich. #imissthesouth #vegan #cauliflower #whatveganseat #hashtag
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Source for the new tattoo. #rockwellkent #mobydick #melville
New ink in praise of the great white whale. Thanks to @darklord_sancen. #mobydick #rockwellkent #tattoo #melville
The Wisdom of Birds in the Age of Climate Change
I woke up this morning to the sound of a seagull crying somewhere above my apartment building. Even with a baby waking us up every few hours, I slept quite well last night, so the gull’s call, along with the new chatter of the finches, the rustle of pigeons, all this was a welcome to the day as full-voiced as an aviary. I hadn’t heard some of these beaky hymns in months, since it was last warm I…
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