Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Heidegger studies, 2020

Monday, I finished reading Heidegger’s Contributions to Philosophy: from enowning—beginning-to-end—in one week exactly: 360 pages
that are generally regarded as the most difficult in philosophy.

It all makes sense to me—coheres. Then, I re-organized the “Heidegger studies” project—not so much in light of the reading. I’ve wanted for a couple of years to do the re-organizing.

Now, I’ll get back to other things, probably not having something new
to share until the middle of January (while being grandly thankful for what I “forget”).

Saturday, December 19, 2020

turn of the year and all

I feel a new era of life in light of the coming new year. “An Earthanity” is a news-tagged conception of beginning a long conceptual story—expressing a sense of constellated presence of days going by—and having gone by (to what end?)—in The Open, ultimately: in relation to (irt) Our geocentric ultimacy of the heliocentric reality.

Political processes dominated autumn: “political 2020” below. It couldn’t pass soon enough. “Summer time” (below) ended because summer ended, but it’s all part of a singular cohering. The “Spring Points” topics (below) were a major addition to “The Project currently.”

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

letters in light of being

I’m beginning something grand—none of it online yet.

But always enough vanity, I guess—no: more actually feeling self effacing: me and my aspirations!

Basically, I’m just glad to feel like putting new things online
more frequently.

Facing old notes, I find things I’d forgotten: today, a letter I never sent, now a posting (with a little prefacing): “existential moment in light of
a pole star.”

Monday, November 23, 2020

from triumphing over pathology
to scaling Bidenism globally

Thank goodness—and it is goodness in the spirit of American humanity that calls for thanks—a new era in U.S. and global politics is immanent. Also, I briefly comment on my commentary.

Friday, November 20, 2020


I “never” forget an update date (upper right of this page), but I forgot Nov. 14. I want to get beyond political addictions, but the times have overtaken me. And now, I have nothing ready for Saturday. I’m aiming for Monday, Nov. 23.

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

prospecting a humanistic conception
of political virtue

For an American politics of virtue” is a relatively large project which forms the conceptual basis for my ongoing project on deliberative democratic participation in America.

It’s another milestone in making an accessible sense of my entire Project.

Monday, September 28, 2020

a trace of spirited time

While gathering notes for the democracy project, something from five years ago turned up: a link to a long ago page—forgotten?—that now tropes what it’s about: The page, titleda trace of spirited time,” is itself a trace within years—so many, relative to how long I’ve been writing online, so many since I’ve been writing a life, as if living itself is a kind of storiation through sundry ventures.

Life. World. Recalling earlier written things in new posting is cheating my engagement in sharing new “stuff.” There’s so much already online: lots that’s not listed as the many hundreds of pages called “sundry gardening,” which is mere preface to a Project barely shared, yet growing for over two decades.

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

“the soul of America”

This is part of a project on “democracy” in America.

Monday, September 21, 2020

humanity of Our potentiating futurity

This feels like a milestone in making accessible sense of the entire Project.

Cherishing high individuation isn’t elitist, if you also authentically do your best to be flexibly mindful and gracious—you think?

Friday, September 18, 2020

american humanity

When Joe Biden avowed in mid-August that “the soul of America is on the ballot,” he was as vitally accurate as the so-called “Idea of America” is readily forgotten by predatory politics.

Twelve years beyond Obama’s 2004 declaration that “there is no Red America, there is no Blue America; there is the united states of America,” he hallmarked the humanity of the American Idea at the U.N. and at Hiroshima. Then, last month he avowed the sacredness of our citizenship.

Saturday, September 12, 2020

soul of Self interest

From a sense of singularity to more wondering about the starry cosmos.

Thursday, September 03, 2020

souls in Time

He took that she would always want philological wonder.

Saturday, August 29, 2020


Several new projects are going to intersect in coming weeks: “summer constellation” is begun by “a caring profession” (already noted below), but the latter leads into the new “days go by” section of the Area “being in Time,” whose first posting is “late August, 2020.”

I don’t know that my Aug. 23 posting, “I caused his death? Sorry, dude…” fits into anything but a longstanding, marginal interest in discursive polemic.

Being ‘conventional’” happened as prelude to beginning a third new project, “prospecting democratic futures, 2020” with today’s “for a world beyond throwaway words.”

Also, there is “an Earthanity” today at literairy living

Saturday, July 04, 2020


I finished my cherished project, “Spring Points,” which implicitly alludes to the sections being bases (backgrounding) for later work. Yet, I also have “secret” interest in constellating which is phenomenally troped by pointillistic thinking in art.

Night neighbors the stars.”

Sunday, June 28, 2020


Wording words in days going by…
Is want of novelty the point of narrative play?
Some solitude of high flourishing, love of, in creative living
reads another for literary venturing of comprehensive
inspiration, authoriality reserved
in authorship, more Earthly dancing

Sunday, May 31, 2020

being well during a pandemic

Early April’s holism about “weathering the war on virality” got merged into an extension of all that, which is now a focused excursion relative to excellent journalism regarded as a digital commons, mostly employing articles from the NYTimes.

That becomes a somewhat rigorous appreciation of how a small set of relevant articles become an annotated conversation about American humanity (between the article authors and myself).

Thursday, May 14, 2020


Beyond folk notions of genius, from inspiration, through spiritualist history, to the ironic creativity of Literary presentation, genuis is fascinating.

Monday, April 20, 2020

for wholly flourishing

The streets around campus are quiet because few cars pass by. But some students are still living in their fraternity houses—and need to escape their sheltering by a party outside. Since they like to blast music into the street, eerie results can sometimes happen: no blast, rather a heartfelt song soundtracking the day, as if the sky is a dome embracing our belonging together.

Saturday was “One World: Together at Home.” Sunday, I imagined Taylor Swift’s solo performance of “Soon You’ll Get Better” filling
the outside air.

Beyond healing that you’ll inevitably live, there’ll then be your chances again to get better and better at living your loves.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

a dusky note

Eras end because one’s beginning another.

But I’m worn down by too much news I won’t turn away.

I can be a keynote—maybe a few days from now.

Monday, April 13, 2020

seafaring imagination

foresting life” is an improvisation about genomics portending post-natural humanity.

It derives from an email letter to the author of a NY Review of Books article on Darwin, written in light of the author’s interest in genomics,
as represented by his book description of his Tangled Tree (which I’ve ordered) about a paradigm shift in evolutionary genetic modeling.

Sunday, April 05, 2020

how we’re weathering the war on virality

So, now I’ve earned license to fly away into my own heights again.

I forgot to note in mid-March that a new introductory discussion for The Project was uploaded: “‘being well’ in relation to ‘well-being’.” And the g.comsense of site” was clarified.

Saturday, March 28, 2020

being a life of artistry

What a pleasure to be a NYTimes “Pick” at comments on an article
I loved reading. Of the editors’ few picks, out of over 400 comments,
I’m the last word!

Now, not to burden you with intricacies, please bear with me to a figurative (non-intricate) end.

Saturday, March 14, 2020

fairly aiming

Gorgeous days have come to Berkeley, just as the Covid-19 scare causes Cal’s botanically-lush campus to become as quiet as spring break.

I completed the “set of aims” that I mentioned March 6, but went to bed last night a little despaired about how I could do anything with it briefly for an update here.

This morning, I became enchanted by an astronomy article in the NYTimes, which caused me to spend the morning writing exotically
to the author, David Overbye. Then, I turned that into a blog posting,
for astro-science funding—then beyond.”

What to do with the elaborate organization of notes that express the set of aims remains to be seen. But the thematic distance from the “way post...” below (textist) to “—then beyond” (cosmic) tropes the scale of my aims.

Monday, March 09, 2020

way post up for words

A new post, above the one before (above the one before (above the one before…)) allegorizes increasing departure (going up as pathing forward). Reading down the list as going back and disclosing implicit presumption by what’s above: that the writing has already lived what going down recalls.

With diaries, a reader opens to the beginning and reads into the future. With blogging, a reader opens to the present and increasingly (reading down) finds a past.

Yet, the writer’s present is implicitly drawing itself into an anticipatory path.

Saturday, February 15, 2020

a music note

While gathering notes (pertaining to a specific project) that are scattered across 10+ years of gardening, I found (several days ago) a paragraph
I deleted from a September 2015 posting which relates to an interview
of writer Siri Hustvedt, May 2019, I saw today, titled “‘I’m writing for my life’.”

She says “…‘I want to write another novel, but I also want to write this philosophical book, and I have many, many essays now that I should put together in another collection’.” Then, “she drops her voice to a whisper,” says the interviewer: “…‘I’m a little nuts, I am working like a maniac to get it in before I die.’” She’s 65.

Friday, January 17, 2020

being creatively of creative being

I assume that my conversive title seems facile. But idealizing a highly flourishing way of life (of others, at least—as learning never ends) is
to me anticipating an intimacy of creativity with such a way of life.

Over the years, I’ve made brief notes from time to time about what I felt creativity is, which now aggregates into a rich textual tapestry.

I always thought of such improvisation as precursory to really understanding creativity via researchers specializing in the study of this. But the leading research (which I’ve accumulated over the years, too, without yet dwelling with it) is disappointing, now that I’ve read through a lot of it, because they’re seeking some general structuring of significant novelty as such, which tends to undermine the topic, the more specific one is.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Though I’m not religious,…

…there’s easily reason to empathize with those who are.

Here: Have a good cry.