autumn 2023

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This season, I expect to do a lot online irt value conceptuality (normally called “value theory”) which I’ve discussed explicitly, though briefly (2009, 2018, 2022). But, over the years, much of what I’ve done online has been about what’s particularly valuable to me, beyond the trivial fact that whatever a person gives attention to expresses what’s worthwhile. All along, what I give attention to has contributed to an eventual conception of value as such.

I want to move away from especially political value, because I’ve given so much attention to that over the years; and 2024 will be a very political year. But I won’t avoid political advents which are especially appealing.

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summer 2023

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A narrative path over many years is a kind of extended care for being, though sometimes seeming more like alien distance of a mind possessed by its textuality—an odd cohering of ordinary life indeed: such conceptual prospecting of belonging in mystery.

mystery belonging in artistic mirrorplay

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I streamed a three-hour German film, “Never Look Away” (2018), which Lisa Zunshine (literary theorist) discussed recently, briefly. My reaction is a bit longer.

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building from a ground shared, not made foundational

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My conceptual venturing has prevailing interest in usefulness rather than showing expert fidelity to academic topics (which I can do; being prac-
tical eludes many scholars).

So, giving time to narrative about ordinary life expresses shared ground (maybe oddly so, for my part) prior to venturing which is very different (but to be shared), which isn’t abandoning (let alone devaluing) ordinary life by pursuing specialist topics, because returning to practicality is always my aim.

proximal cohering of ordinary life

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The Aug. 17 “…sense of passing days…” below has been combined with six new topics as the three part “proximal cohering…,” whose third part (the six new topics: “personified psychal cohering”) is somewhat ambitious (quasi-phenomenological).

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whose mind am i reading?

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We created gods. So, what else is new?

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an extraterrestrial sense of passing daysas human

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“Proximality and everydayness,” then “acting in ordinary attitude” begin the short project on value conceptuality.

So, the “Project currently” will emerge in terms of its parts, not at first as main headers: discursive parts of small multi-part projects which gradually become a 2- or 3-level table of contents for the Cycle 5 project.

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importance and nature of caring

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This is a midstream point in a project on value conceptuality.

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path marking

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• Cycle 1: 2009—2011
• Cycle 2: 2016—mid-2017
• Cycle 3: 2018 and merging Cycles 1 and 2
• Cycle 4: 2019—2022
• Cycle 5: 2023—

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I began Internet writing near the beginning of its general public availability as the Web, firstly (and heavily) in academic email discussions of Jürgen Habermas’s work (a specialty I evolved during earlier decades), while I learned basic (very basic) Web page formatting and did lots of blogging....

sorry to have intruded

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I sometimes write as avid stranger to academic others or well-known others without first introducing myself—but getting to my point succinctly and clearly—because I unwittingly regard people as planetary neighbors who welcome interest in their work and will graciously let me know when I’m intrusive; and I assume they’ll ask for introduction when they want that. I’m happy to get promotional, but I don’t like initiating it. (No one has ever complained. I’m just saying...)

Being genuinely informal is not inconsiderateness. It’s just that I enjoy my venturing.

I know that informality undermines my credibility in first impressions, but I’m not afraid to seem foolish. I’m not foolish.

I’m informal.

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interfacing

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I promise—given my life continues—to make better graphical presence of homepages (one and another), meanwhile being fascinated with balancing introversional and extraversional life, a keynote of mental health, you may know.

prospecting gods

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The notion of gods has always been an anticipation of (or claim to experience) superior beings.

Even monotheistic “God” is a reflection of human ideas (and want) of incomprehensible capability.

Call it darling trust.

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Bloomsday as bouquet of selves

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An array of influences may mirror the furthering of myself relative
to their constellating (as if their cohering emerges from their regioning), not clearly me constellating their concerted appealing relative to myself (otherwise as if I’m the given center or basis of their cohering).

Our array’s “as if” self-constellating becomes its own emergent centripetality drawing my growth centrifugally into trans-horizonal appreciations (even awe).

Like the manifoldness of James Joyce’s Ulysses, emergent proteany belongs to us in our regioning, though of course I selected the modes of engagement brought into blooming, and though I’m the sole witness of our giving way.

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for better being

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“Cohering lightness of preferring better being” may sound frivolous, but…well, I trust you’ll enjoy it all (a set of six postings), linked from
a new main page for my endless Project.

Soon, the “cohering lightness” set will move to a separate page (I’ll revise this posting), and the new Project home page will gradually become a list of links to other pages, like the previous era “during recent years” mentioned there.

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spring 2023

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I expect to post a lot this coming week, by Tuesday, June 6.

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May 19

I’m really close to having lots of new discussions to share frequently: I’ve settled on 38 topical entrances (focal concepts or conceptual rubrics) for developing online hundreds of pages of discussion (prospecting, analysis, expansive audacity, pragmatic thinking, fun) over the coming year (or two...or three...).

expressions

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I know the name of very few varieties of flowers, but I’m sometimes fascinated that a field of the same variety of flower—or a flowering bush or tree—has variety among the blossoms.

Biologists call it “phenotypic” differences of genotypic expressions.

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interfacial daze

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I’m burned out for tonight.

The past week, I’ve done several discursive emails to others: on philo-
sophical politics, practicalities of educational reform, prospecting democratic education; how will Biden seek to counter authoritarian appeal…; and, offline, adding notes on pluralist truth, realism, value,….

You’re so glad to know.

night note

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I don’t forget that We all ultimately belong together as Earthlings somehow Of the cosmos.

But, conceptualizing that “Of” is ultimately challenging—yet not fundamentally meta-physical. The miracle is Us: capability of minds is the wondrouns mystery.

halcyon days

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Long emails to others (friends, contacts, the New York Times—Ha!—can be so fruitful. The relationship is evincive—often more than an anon-
ymous audience of standard writing.

But the result isn’t easily transposed to blog postings, because directly shared context can avoid the kind of explication that writing to the ether needs to consider.

And long streams of thought and allusive reference to the other’s streams of thought can easily go on and on, as if in a trance.

Afterward, transposing that for a public feels invasive, if not exploitive.

an offroad moment of defense

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Noting playful resignation toward others’ low interest in technical enchantments should belong to anyone drawn into a specialty, best masked genuinely by giving time to talk/write about those special things to whatever degree an interested person wants.

Doctors of medicine standardly explain client situations patiently until the patient client’s confusion or dismay (or panic, etc.) returns to trust, and one moves on to what’s next to be done.

The scientific writer sketches a landscape of figurative explanation for phenomena which are mathematical, biophysical, etc., at a degree suitable for a typical subscriber. Then, the reader moves on to another page.

road note

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My playful stance toward others’ wanting complex understanding easily masks my resignation toward normal aversion to a path which gets difficult.

Not that I expect “you” to tag along the road with me; I just wish others’ apparent interest in understanding what’s appealing to me didn’t wane so quickly.

But, all in all, I don’t mind. I’ve always felt I’m on my own, as they say—original? I don’t presume. Idiosyncratic? I hope not.

Fortunately, I have a healthy sense of humor.

days go by

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Today, Earth has rounded the sun full circle since Putin began his 19th century thrust into Ukraine via 20th century toys of slaughter and waves of Russian boys who slaughter on command like Nazi camp guards, succeeded by more hordes of boys now shoved into being slaughtered, while precisely-aimed  missiles target Ukrainian families.

A more policy-oriented attitude is expressed by me tonight at the NYTimes here.

winter 2023

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I haven’t made time for a worthwhile update for tomorrow. Sorry.
I’m doing difficult conceptual work which doesn’t yet have a casual online mode.

My harping about humanity in recent weeks has been to clarify a practical background (“What’s the point?”) for upcoming conceptual discussions.

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Feb. 3

After a week and a half, I can now sneeze without feeling stabbed. Meanwhile, I’ve gotten lots of desk work done (sneezed rarely), though I’ve moved around like an old guy near death, afraid to breath deeply, unable to sleep on my left side, pained to reach for anything, abused by my rib cage when I walk, and so on.

So, on. I have lots of stuff to share, but nothing yet ready to post.

an horizon of sensibility

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I’ve combined (1) links to a few recent comments by me at NY Times articles, (2) a few links to earlier related postings, and (3) a short narrative about salient themes, titled “staying oriented by the better sense of Our humanity.”

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Fall. Stand. Go on.

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Standing on a relatively high hill above Berkeley again (nightly), viewing S.F. miles away across the bay, the tiny presence of everything distantly lit up is about itself, displayed without regard for being seen—and with-
out regard for what’s adjacent.

Things are there; buildings are there. Lines of cars (ants of light),  apparently inch across the Bay Bridge, drivers and passengers oblivious to other ants in other bubbles of self possession.

Here in Berkeley, life goes on, like any town. Structures persist. Strangers pass on sidewalks as if each is passing no one. If you suddenly face emergency, someone may stop to notice, maybe help because they’re hit with risk of guilt about their general lack of care. Otherwise, the stranger doesn’t exist.

This time of month, the moon shows itself, as if there’s to be some full significance of being there.

conceptual prospecting can be very practical

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My sense of “wholly flourishing humanity” gathers themes from the two previous discussions in a progressively practical way.

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some aspects of evolving conceptuality

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In “terms of venturing,” I’m starting a more-rigorous path, which has been implicit to earlier prospecting.

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humbly marking a new year for humanity

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We grow up, achieve a lot (at best), pay forward (please), and move on—maybe contributing to others’ lives.

Time tells. Learning never ends.

Anyway, my map is clear to me now, after some years of somewhat improvising, like hiking difficult hills to prepare for a high climb together.

I feel ready—audacious and shameless.