Monday, May 31, 2010

serial affairs



Wandering through a beautiful array of books in a nearby store (not Moe’s) on a perfect spring afternoon, I purchased—well, [insert extended narrative of literary prattle proving allegorical the passage of his days] imagine writing 700+ pages (small font) on how all Literature tends toward The Seven Basic Plots: overcoming the monster, rags to riches. the quest, voyage and return, comedy, tragedy, and rebirth.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

romancing conceptuality


Monday, 5.24 — 9:30 pm

Twelve days without posting...

One day included a short romance with Edward Slingerland’s desire to shape a new sense of “consilience.”


Thursday, 5.27 — 12:50 pm

So, my sense of Flourishing—Flow of bricolagic days, elations of solitude, intimacies, joyful and beautiful living, finding fulfillment and happiness—lives somewhere between good enough days—warmheartedly, wholeheartedly embodied—and such romancing.


Wednesday, May 12, 2010

living fruitfully



Now done, this longest part of the “conceptuality...” project highlights aspects of living fruitfully, biased toward what I want to dwell with later. Indeed, the entire project feels like a preface (which I say in the discussions too often, maybe).

Saturday, May 08, 2010

anxious draftsman


Though I welcome being influential, I really don’t yet seek that. I’ve noticed that a couple of my impromptu articles on Habermas have turned up in the bibliography of a dissertation online and a journal article, as well as other online sources. I feel anxiety about that because the articles are drafts, though I’ve given general permission to cite my articles, and they were cited correctly. I’ve promised that the URLs are stable, reliable; they won’t go away. But eventually, every Webpage I’ve offered online (besides blog postings) will be revised or rewritten and merged into integrated work, where each existing URL will be part of the integrated work. In the meantime, I’m flattered—but anxious.

Friday, May 07, 2010

telic appeal



Yes, “living fruitfully,” where a nectarine of license may weave into a narrative sorbet.

Yet, that’s an ever-arriving futurity, not the thereby ever-distancing past, as making life a working “art” is an aspirational importance of ever-anewing potential in things (and quote marks, a sign of humility, as well as ever-present questioning).


Thursday, May 06, 2010

night note



Standing “under” the stars, at a jogging track carved into a hill
above the university, surrounded by Berkeley, next to the black Bay waters, and the pointillistic carpet of San Francisco lights in the black distance—so many lights, each for the little surround below each for its street. Only the likes of me and airliners see the metro array. It all

Saturday, May 01, 2010

“From this I reach…philosophy”


from Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being:

“The shock-receiving capacity is what makes me a writer. I hazard the explanation that a shock is at once in my case followed by the desire to explain it. I feel that I have had a blow, but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a blow from an enemy hidden behind the cotton wool of daily life; it is or will become a revelation of some order; it is a token