Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Originally, the evolving project represented engagement in a post-Habermasian sense of philosophy that had been developing for many years (and continues). Habermas' great influence wasn't, isn't orienting my development, but remains an engaging textual partner.
-- gary e. davis --- 11:01 PM
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Robert Rauschenberg, Titan of American Art, Is Dead at 82
New York Times, 10:36 AM ET
Robert Rauschenberg, the irrepressibly prolific American artist who time and again reshaped art in the 20th century, died Monday night.
-- gary e. davis --- 10:12 AM
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Way back, I ended a post by saying, in part: "OK: If The Silence lasts more than a couple of months, I'm dead."
So, maybe that iteration (as this posting) is reassuring to someone—or else The Afterlife (Ha!) gives one material access to the Internet.
Actually, The Afterlife is one's trace of being remembered among survivors, which now may mean those anonymous readers of Web pages that never disappear from the Internet's kluge archive (thanks to Googlish designs), our current era's version of surviving The Library.
It's not news anymore that all netweaves are meshing into one planetary archive, where afterlife becomes a function of searchlist height, made of algorithmic light relative to the legacy of The Draw—being ordinarily short-lived, a fainting trace (after Those 15 Minutes), like so many headstones digested by lichens (or the countless cremations marked by obituary textlines scattered wherever, forgotten); or like neverfound fossils.
But no degree of Internet completeness "makes sense" without the intelligent selection (so far now from natural selection—but which has become the leading "nature" of selectivity) making themes selective, projects selective, databases of kindreds, financial rolladexes, Webrings of organizations, n-dimensions of highly-distributed privacies composing the planetary hive to which all material commons become relative (like geographic regions struggling across The Digital Divide, late to the final consolidation of The Financial Game, circa the turn of the millennium).
Anyway, the more that one understands complexity, the less there is to say briefly about whatever's beyond daily life. (And those who know, don't talk—which is to say: I know nothing.)
In other news: Relative to the elusive "logos" of the regulatory genome (the biochemically-"computational" gradiant dynamics of epigenesis), any talk of "ontology" is just trope-ical metapsychology of s/he who talks.
Lately, I'm trying to understand neurogenesis, but I'm feeling so incapable (though not alone).
Someone recently writes of the "political brain," but hasn't the faintest idea of how the brain works to make a mind (because no one knows, yet).
Talk of the Internet as some burgeoning "global brain" begs questions of the mind of such a Thing, relative to the Internet—mind of the Internet: a widely-distributed community of real wetware, staying safely tacit among weaves of institutional auspices?
-- gary e. davis --- 8:10 PM
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
As time allows, I'm roaming through the new Oxford Handbook of Cognitive Linguistics (you really wanted to know), taking from it what suits my project (generally: the foundational treatments at the beginning of the Handbook and the cross-domainal discussions in its last part).
It's hardly obvious how cognitive linguistics may relate to some formal pragmatic sense of a "good of humanity," but I'll address this later.
-- gary e. davis --- 6:22 PM
Sunday, January 20, 2008
It was never possible for a singular agency to have its substantial sense of "the" good of humanity to implement "for" all humanity, though religions have presumed otherwise, authoritarianisms struggled to hold sway, and some people still theorize world government beyond the U.N.-WTO-intercontinental dance that humanity is evolving.
But a formal pragmatic importance of the theme may be warranted, because the open futurity of human flourishing is facilitated in the prospective appeal of singular telos.
The horizon is never reached, but the fun trip can be wholly transforming.
-- gary e. davis --- 9:43 PM
Saturday, January 19, 2008
I got sidetracked this morning from trying to derive an accessible and short complement to that "sense of humanity" that, earlier this week, promised to have a complement.
That sense of mind wouldn't be about quasi-mystically providing some resoluteness about "Mind," but rather providing a sense of holism about the topic—the contemporary industry, from pop culture about "mind" in "the universe" (that inherits religious cosmopoetics) through flourishing research on evolution of intelligence—as further preface to a long trek through some recent scholarly work in search of a 21stC sense of what philosophy faces and may do, going forward.
-- gary e. davis --- 9:41 PM
Monday, January 14, 2008
The “circumspective approach” in mind last Friday is a slow-growing blog I haven’t yet confessed to, called “humanistic union.” So, now I confess, and I’ll note here occasional new postings there.
Maybe a conception of humanity is implicit in the term ‘humanity’. It’s a starting point worth appreciating, I think.
The developing sense of humanistic union isn't simply idealistic. I have in mind a pragmatic approach to political ethics that relies on historical legacy and an analytic sense of humanitarian care. I find the warrant of human rights in our nature, though I don’t expect that odd posting to seem prima facie tenable. However, the view isn’t improvised. It expresses commitment to some terms and grammatical relations pertaining to human rights (and everything I do online I expect to revise, elaborate, re-think, whatever seems apt, given the time to do it).
That provides the first of two background contexts for the road ahead. I hope to render the second one, a sense of mind, by the end of this coming weekend.
-- gary e. davis --- 7:27 PM
Sunday, January 13, 2008
I’m looking at a humongous library of unread tomes (and the publishing world endlessly flowers new titles, of course—wonderful world), so I’m frustrated by the impossibility of absorbing all of it at once (or keeping up with all that draws me).
"The Inner Child and magical thinking echo in ambition," he confessed, as if one might absorb it all before writing further?
"No, I have to write. I have to go on with what I can do," said the poor little dramatist, as if existentialism isn't a tired idiom.
"But the road ahead is so huge that starting anywhere feels almost arbitrary."
One “awaiting” title, The Unfinished Project: Toward a Postmetaphysical Humanism, could be his address.
"Starting at all seems emblematic of pathetic finitude," expressing a life so lacking in free time for reading—because we make our choices. "And I’ve made mine, conscientiously, yet fatefully."
One lives for a well-being that’s worth the limited time one has for making a life (or: one should).
"I have. But I wish I were better at getting more done, faster than I can."
-- gary e. davis --- 9:35 PM
Friday, January 11, 2008
I raise a question of "Philosophy" in preface to a circumspective approach to asking: Why care about the basis of mind in nature when so much of humanity is struggling to stay alive?
(My subject line today quotes a line from a song quoted in Sartre's Nausea. I don't know why this popped into my head for this note, though I remember my depth of feeling for that novel when I read it decades ago—I cried near the ending! I can't remember why. Such is youth's doors of perception.)
-- gary e. davis --- 2:56 PM