Monday, March 21, 2022

flourishing humanity

—as if you haven’t read enough about humanity. But “flourishing humanity” best expresses (so far) my sense of the better continuum
of progressive pragmatics. ‘Flourishing’ is used as a verb.

Humanity is the ethical generality that we are or can be, which ideas
of “universality” and “cosmopoly” conceal, because Our locus in
the cosmos which is universal has nothing to do with Our Earthanity.

Saturday, March 19, 2022

winter 2022

So being a point of humanity, I flourish before tragedy anyway, as winter yields to spring, and I’m flying: I expect to have new postings weekly.

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

flourishing before tragedy

Who needs delusional despotism to remind one of what matters, when necessary defense is evinced? The principle-based international order of The Fair World will prevail, without a paranoid narcissism of power to remind Us.

The title has a double sense of ‘before’: prior to and in the face of.

It’s an elaborate postponement of detailed discussion of the current horror in Ukraine. Also, it extende an argument for why negate-ive “dialectic” is invalid.

Saturday, March 12, 2022

being a point of humanity

A large new project, “points of humanity,” is about lifeworldliness, self-effacing reconciliation, being, ethical sense, and bettering our futurity. It’s the first part of a larger project which will eventually list “points of humanity” as its beginning sections.

Wednesday, March 09, 2022

anomie of mortality

I’m regularly reminded, by obituaries of once-prominent persons, that I’d forgotten about them—as the major media evidently did, since they weren’t subjects of articles in recent years (as far as I knew), until they died. “Oh!,” I realize about the person I admired, “s/he wasn’t already dead.” It’s amazing how quickly a long obituary appears, as if some editor was ready for the death.

Encomiums abound for a few days, then they’re forgotten again, at best becoming characters in someone’s distant scholarship.

Tradition was that families kept memory of their recent ancestors alive because families stayed close across generations. Now, many marriages don’t last; the children adjust to a parent being a visitation, everyone having vaguely recognized relatives. And nomadic professions (nom-
adic families) may barely ever know who their relatives are, let alone who’s still alive.

“Neighborhoods” become privatistic data areas in city management. “Communities” become vaguely bounded segments of exurban metropolia. Obsessive social networking brings anomie, even depres-
sion. People are glued to their phone screens on the street, as if desperate for something novel.