autumn leaves

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Welcome, lovely solitude for longer, easier work times, since the college kids (undergrads) are gone from neighborhood ambiance for a whole month.

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Dec. 16

Days go by… “saga of crafting life” (below) resulted from dwelling with a singer’s particular song which was evidently in the wake of a broken love. My non sequiturs respond to specific points in her song.

My occasioned posting on Heidegger, “engaged being,“ coincidently complements my above pretense of sagacity.

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saga of crafting life

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to a heart-healing folk singer in Kentucky

whose music is renewing her—and 

she also thinks of California

The myths are too many to gather into a singular splendor of hope and home. Though myth itself is easily disrobed as such, longing for grand light never wanes.

We grow into a horizon that nevertheless recedes, as more new horizon—which is good: We’re drawn to grow on in our path.

I don’t feel that being more careful is often the way to gain more enlightenment. We need risk. It’s a challenge of balance: creative solitude, love for others—wanting to be loved for doing one’s best
to flourish in the balancing act: one’s life alone duly honored; life with “you” duly loved.

bibliophilc confession

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I was a teenage Klein Bottle.

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in honor of letters

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Today is the 75th anniversary of the day, 1946, when Jean Beaufret sent his questions to Heidegger, which resulted in the “Letter on Humanism.”

I want to write to that.

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for your consideration...

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…among considerations.

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for a Literary university in a democratic ecology

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tropography, tropogeny, tropology...

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to love you

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—deeply would arise from intimacy I’ll never have with you.

Yet, such intimacy, I suppose, is in your life.

How may it show in words?: as if “my words are already yours because we’re each other’s best complement”?

Here of us, there for each one.

“Here I am,” we say of us.

Here, what’s ours belongs.

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It is as: given as is

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From journalism to phenomenology, life is as is.

Aren’t I profound?

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writerly gardening

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I’ve posted more during the past two weeks than during the past six months. I feel that frequent posting may continue. The “update” note should become more pointless.

This note is mainly filling space until I expand it this weekend.

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Sunday, Aug. 29

Or not. I’m regularly amazed how an agenda item which seems clear becomes a rhizome of themic links to other topics, themes within themes, intimations among prospections.

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on “belief”

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I was going to do a little discourse on the notion of belief, but the posting became a little conceptual confession.

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an individual pluralism of conceptual interests

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Doesn’t that sound like a modest engagement?

You want to know what I’m ultimately doing?

Briefly?

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What’s important?

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Here is the news (again): the alien as welcomed.

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telling you more

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I’ve “always” been a narrated character in fictionalization of the other.

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a father on loving to make a difference together

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In lasting love, we welcome and appreciate our amazing and comple-
mentary differences—beyond “Adam of Eve’s immaculate self-conceiving.”

Archetropes live.

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saturdaynote

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Nothing new, except the gedavis.com home page brief update.

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July 31

The work I’m consolidating offline has gotten so tedious that boredom—even though I truly want to get to closure—gets me distracted by en-
chantments about the nature of the universe (below) and speculations about Absolute Others (July 31 there), which probably harms my credibility.

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So Be It

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Whatever the shape “our universe” is (our?)—Klein bottle, say?—
its expansion isn't happening in 4-d (space-time). It’s happening
in greater dimensionality, which We’ll never know, never comprehend.

Like a balloon inflating in 3-space over time is an expanding 2-space surface through 4-d space-time (perpendicular to the 2-d balloon surface), the surface of the Klein bottle trope is 4-d space-time itself expanding in greater dimensionality (incomprehensibly to us), perpendicular to space-time, as if “The” Universe is emergent cold clearing in quantum foam (among other Universes?).

Ultimately, We’ll never know why there’s anything rather than no Universe—a fate we share with flowers.

But they’re never chilled to their heart that “I” is.

Meanwhile, We, like honeybees, design Our scale of appreciation—yet,
We want vastly more than any other form of Earthan life: evolving
reason to live, evolving appreciability.

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The Earthan Being evolves.

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Evolution of the Internet has been animated, using years of images
of the actual computation of the Internet’s structure at various days.
I’ve updated a 2019 posting about that (pre-animated days), linked
to the animation, and added some speculative fun.

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prefacing

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He’s a character whose “freedom” of “the wealth of options” evinces “preferences” among “many paths” in a “map of many gardens” becoming “the landscape” “constellating it all.”

Funny: as if writing will capture...

saturdaynote

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At my gedavis.com update today, I didn’t connote that I want freedom
to do sections of the 12 chapters in non-sequential order, relative to my ephemeral preferences and readings. So, I might as well have just said
I’ll continue posting intermittently, as if there’s no map of many gardens
and many paths for play.

I didn’t confess that Friday was a milestone for constellating it all, such that I just need to stand back from the landscape and decide where I want to go next, because the wealth of options is luscious.

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gravities

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Creative process for intensive attention to Biden’s inaugural drew me first into more idealization about democratic futures, then clarifying
my sense of historical nationality and the confederated condition of global humanity, then weaving reverie into parts of Biden’s Address, which links to the futural prospecting and retrojecting.

Altogether, there’s implied a conception of political evolution, though
not overtly called that. It’s sketching, but carefully conceived, like
a painters’ sketch that’s definitive for what’s to be fleshed out later.

Now, I’m tired of political things. I ended the posting on union by avowing that “I want to enrich a conception of…bettering humanity,” which a reader would presume to be political, rightly. But secretly
my recalling there Biden’s avowal that “words matter” had literary appeals in mind, as I did also near the end of “for a world beyond throwaway words,” in August:

So much contemporary American poetry is simply worded ...because…common terms may matter profoundly. Words we hold sacred draw lives into better mapping…[and] keep the promise of good lives near to heart….that instill gravities to words worth lasting orientation of sensibility.

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old student, young scholar…

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They have in common deserving appreciation of their path’s integrity.

A young sociology grad (I guess) from Norway engaged seriously with a posting I did at the Facebook/Habermas Page, so I gave an evening to replying thoughtfully: His confusions portended emergence of important differentiations by his own engagement! I don’t find error in that; I find emerging self-actualization. So, I portrayed us in shared engagement.

An old scholar of Heidegger’s work—“an octogenerian,” he calls himself—invited discussion of a chapter of his long-ago published book, uploaded to his academia.edu page.

Heidegger studies, 2020

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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”).

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turn of the year and all

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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.”

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letters in light of being

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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.”

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from triumphing over pathology to scaling Bidenism globally

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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.

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saturdaynote

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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.

prospecting a humanistic conceptionof political virtue

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“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.

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a trace of spirited time

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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, titled “a 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.

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“the soul of America”

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

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humanity of Our potentiating futurity

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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?

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summer time

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So went a season:

• happy solitude
• being one Self
• “genius”
• being an American (with conceptual issues)
• summer constellation
• american humanity

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american humanity

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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.

soul of Self interest

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

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souls in Time

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He took that she would always want philological wonder.

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saturdaynote

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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 g.com 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

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saturdaynote

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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.”

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prelude

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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

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being well during a pandemic

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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).

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“genius”

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

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for wholly flourishing

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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.

a dusky note

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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.

seafaring imagination

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“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.

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how we’re weathering the war on virality

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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.com “sense of site” was clarified.

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being a life of artistry

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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.

fairly aiming

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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.

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way post up for words

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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.

a music note

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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.

being creatively of creative being

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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.

Though I’m not religious,…

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

Here: Have a good cry.

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traces of aristry gone poof!

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you need this.

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american earthling updates with hope

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Dec. 11: blog posting on progressive technicalities.

Dec. 20: Washington Post: “Continued deforestation and other changes threaten to turn parts of the rainforest into savanna, devastate wildlife and release billions of tons of carbon into the atmosphere, experts said.”

Dec. 12: NASA is apparently planning to commercialize vacations to Mars.

Dec. 19: The Dow Jones daily level shot up 137+ points the day after Trump’s impeachment. Yesterday’s Democratic candidate debate was good drama.

I read academic stuff still expecting to be surprised and fundamentally affected with path changing insight (as if I’ll never know enough to press on confidently). But nothing’s turning up that’s truly helpful. It all feels supplemental—confirming, while implicitly mirroring that I’m needlessly withholding my own wayfaring.

woods note

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I tire of keeping up with news rather rigorously, but it’s necessary for the projects that are served (still offline).

And so many notes to organize, week to week. (I make notes every day, sometimes every few minutes: in the middle of doing something else; or in a little notebook that’s always with me when I walk the streets.) I can’t give lots of time to updating gedavis.com (though there’s a decent update this week).

The bibliography ahead of me has been years in distillation from hundreds of “primary” books among thousands in storage. So, there’s
a mere tens of them “now” (for upcoming seasons).

saturdaynote

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I’m so busy that update promises are becoming habitually compromised. Sorry.

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Octobert 19

There’s a new blog post for “american earthling”: “now here this.”

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Bloom of English humanity dies at 89

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Over the years, I’ve accumulated most all of Harold Bloom’s books. Another death.

I’ll have more to say later at “literairy living.”
I’ll let you know at this blog.

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stranger in a strange land

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We humans can be such strange beings. It’s almost chilling to realize that the following was inconceivable, the middle of the last century:

Neuroscientists have recently employed the biotechnology of turning mature human cells back to stem cells (skin-to-stem, in the case at hand), in order to grow new brain cells in lab dishes to become self-replicating human brain cell groups; and the fresh cell groups eventually evince neural fields. The groups grow, the neural fields strengthen. Researchers gain large enough instances of neural-fielding brain tissue that they can simulate Alzheimer’s, then test it with potential medicines. Or hook neural groups to a robot that moves in accord with the neural waves of cell groups.

One researcher has sent a box of the beings into space (via the International Space Station) to observe (with little cameras in the box) the effect of zero gravity on neural group reproduction—testing epigenesis in weightlessness.

saturdaynote

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Since the last update note (July 13), two more postings, below.

I finished organizing a large volume of notes that I believed would be closure prior to appropriating lots of biblolographical items into it all. But I decided to go back through seven years of notes that hadn’t been part
of the recent organizing, and that’s going to fill some more weeks. So,
I guess I won’t have new material for cohering.net until mid-September.

Yet, I want you to know that there are dimensions of the Work that likely no one knows—like the “summer 2017 project”—all of which won’t be drawn together until later, anticipating Your Arrival, as if to a muse ultimately.

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transcendental techno-Earthanity

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Dear Absolute Others on other planets, wherever you are,
We’re having fun with being.

Thanks for nothing. Please text.

Best wishes for Your ultimate playing.

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extraterrestrial reply

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Returning from Earth’s moon may be like returning from war:
An ultimate uncanniness eludes all articulation, let alone
the leisure of poetry.

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addressing the moon about futuring humanity

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So many blogs, so little time… I’ve started a new blog (the last one!), “american earthling,” which I’ve intended for many years. (I bought the url “americanearthling.com” many years ago, but I’ve done nothing with it.)

The “progressive practice” part of “The Project currently” is done,
for this year, postponed in winter for the sake of background work.

saturdaynote

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Nothing to add here. But the g.com update (bottom of update post) is a little more substantive than recent weeks have been.

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June 15

I feel close to continuing Project work via cohering.net, but that withdraws me from gedavis.com work, which I don’t confess there,
other than indicating no update, not connoting even that there is another Website, though c.net is easily “met” through g.com, if almost any Area there is pursued (slim post-2018 content that g.com is, so far).

It’s allegorical: If you care enough, you’ll find me. If you don’t,
no matter. I love writing for its own sake.

Anyway, I expect to post more here than a promissory note before
the “next update.”

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“a creative life”

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Spring.

The title, “a creative life,” is understating an audacious excursion,
a set of nine written pieces (linked at the end here). So, the title’s ironic
or self-effacing.

The excursion’s done in light of:

• orientation of writing by all of the themes in the book description of The Life of Imagination, 2018, by J. A. Gosetti-Ferencei, in anticipation of writing to her book in detail later.
• intensive mental association with some themes from The Project currently that I wanted to develop beyond the February writing.
• giving context to some books that are primarily interesting to me that I want to appropriate later.

The result is a very deliberate, yet free-spirited introduction to “The Project currently,” which also extends it in various ways.

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about so-called “Heidegger’s” “Silence”

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What do you read in a text's silence?

“For a sound silence” is indirectly about Heidegger scholars who read in bad faith (but what-the-hell: it advances their careers).

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the cohering grows

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”Thinking of Heidegger teaching: prefacing a riverrun,” provides a sense of interpretive practice which, for the first time, connects my slumbering Heidegger Studies project with the larger-scale work of The Project. I'm very happy with this improvisation.

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moving on

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“At last,...”; yet, it’s nothing like a major goal. It’s a milestone, which is
a waystation on a path.

Having known the distant peak for years—though expecting it to be transformed by upcoming ventures of bibliophilia—I gained
an entranceway that’s also prospective of aspiration.

inner appeal, outer appeal.. writing life

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My winter cycle of “The Project currently” is done, and the gedavis.com website links primarily to new material.

At last, I have an introductory coherence of The Project that I’ve sought for over a year. And at last, I have the linkage between the two websites that I intended over a year ago.

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a muse englanding

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Joni Mitchell, 1970.

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speculative pleasure

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“So, Gary, what’s it all really about?”

I’m glad you asked.

But expect that a penultimate foray deserves to presume its terms
(no links to earlier discussions).

It is what it is.
(Can’t go wrong there.)

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discursive moments

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“Discursive moments” is done (for this winter—come spring).
The subtitle probably seems precious: “…: mind evolving.”
Think of ‘moments’ as “importances” and ‘mind’ as verbal “care.”

Play is the thing of course

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I’ve divided the very conceptual “philological play” Area of The Project into a 4-section first part, “Play is the thing of course: from ‘-ology’ to philogeny,” which prefaces the 4-section main part of “philological play.”

Altogether, it’s happily quite long—major work (for me).

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“genius”

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It’s a good-spirited (eudaimonic) mystery.

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for a good story of a “worthwhile” life

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Generalities, generalities… That can be good, if the terms are durable, for a life that’s always growing up, achieving lots, paying forward, moving on.

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“The” past is never finally written

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“The” past is made to serve future-oriented living. The past didn’t create the world. One’s always rewriting one’s past.

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turn of the year and a plight of inspired writing

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The short story is that I have a lot of new material online (links upcoming). The long story is that writing process can get as tedious as this posting.

Late December, I began a set of short paragraphs to provide a good sense of what each Area of Cycle 4 of The Project is to be about. I suceeded, but “short” (e.g., “wholly flourshing”) led to much longer, preface after preface (e.g., “creative conceptuality”). This began to cause feeling need to do postings later this month that would preface what I wanted to presume for my Area prefaces now, but hadn’t introduced. So, that caused me to more or less stop earlier than I’d intended, until I get the postings done.

saturdaynote

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Conceptual work is going well, but I don’t have anything to say about it now.

I streamed “Things To Come” (“L’avenir,” 2016), starring Isabelle Huppert. I’d seen it in a theater when it first came to town, but I needed it again. And I got infatuated with its everydayness (so French, you know—having the legacy of Cinéma vérité).

So affirming is Nathalie’s authenticity amid so much pretentiousness around her—going with the flow amid personal chaos, having serenity about endings, beginnings, loss, and renewal—being her ownmost unchained melody of life.

a conception of The Project

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a postcard on conceptual mountaineering.

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soliloquy to J. D. Salinger

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Related notes from recent years that became outtakes while doing
the Web set, “love of being better” (introduced below, Web link
at the end there), were sequenced into a singular thing.

The set, from 2015—2018, makes a confessional prelude to “…being better,” which is a preface to upcoming stuff.

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love of better being

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Keywords of our lives may be so overwrought, they mean little anymore—or merely serve specific contexts, having that—but no more singular integrity than scale and horizon of a life has singular definability.

The poets who keep it simple implicitly appeal to us to feel truly
each point that’s here.

saturdaynotes, 9/29—12/8

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I’ve begun actually writing the new cycle of web work for cohering.net. But I’m in the middle of merely-prefacial narrative that I don’t want to upload until I write myself out of that, by the middle of next week, I expect (as I am actively progressing, section by section, day by day).

extraterrestrial love in hiding

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I’ve posted lots of astrobiological reveries recently, via my Disqus account (only during the past month), which show at the Daily Galaxy articles that I’m commenting on. I want to transfer those as independent postings at the blog where I posted a long reverie today.

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“I am my art,” where doing art is necessary to being

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Last night, I was spellbound by the new American Masters documentary on Eva Hesse. I stared at the screen for the entire 1.5 hours as if I was meeting the sister I wasn’t told I had. Her joy, fearlessness, devotion to living her artistry, and obsession with the uncanniness, the ephemerality of being, was awing.

saturdaynotes, 9/29—12/8

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I’m too occupied to do an update beyond the August 4 g.com update. Sorry.

But that update links to a new posting on Habermas.

In the future, I’m going to note all new cohering.net-related material at Twitter, as well as here. That includes blog postings elsewhere that I also indicate here. Separately, I’m going to note all new gedavis.com-related material at my other Twitter account.

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interview silences troped with some confession

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In a filmic sense, my social life is largely voiceover.

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wayfaring

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Saturday, I vowed to no longer spotlight that my birthday is Bloomsday, though I violate my vow this one time, to publicly seal it.

And I realized that I’m so immersed in gestations that I had, I have nothing more to say soon, publicly.

Writing, creativity offline is so lovely, why say more than what is,
in effect, letters to a muse?

So, for now, there’s my recent update at g.com, and I schedule another date with you here—far away, because gestation is that way, even with a due date.

But you know you can trust me to return.

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sundaynote

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May 26: “...I’ll do something non-trivial.”
Done: the May 27 posting below: “intimations.”

I reneged on my June 2 promise to do a substantive update at g.com.
“I’m doing intensive work. I don’t want to explain.” Ditto here.

But I never know in advance when I’ll feel like sharing something before the next promised update.

intimations

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When I set out to plan for Cycle 4 of cohering.net, February 15, I linked to a placeholder page that was to be developed, which I’ve now done.

I kept its earlier beginning, but added text that has been removed from the “sense of site” page at gedavis.com; added some new notes; and copied into the page some quotes that remain at the current version of “sense of site.”

This may be boring news, but what’s been acted out is a modest withdrawal of myself (this life) from g.com (that world)—having earlier there been too self possessed for what that site is supposed to become.

But I have no general problem with self possession.

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feeling for story: dramatic appeal (value) in emotional novelty

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This is § b of “Section 3: Fake views exploit the appeal of valid drama.”

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Why is a chid enchanted by fabulous prospects? Childlike appeal of fabulism (i.e., proffering fables) echoes fantastic cultural stories, once upon a time guided by mythologies that conceptualized worldviews which gave telic cohering and comfort to cycles of life. Such appeal in that kind of narrative echoes in “true” feeling of fictionality and in romanticism (widely conceived, including every mode of safe thrill). A tropological “realism” constitutes dramatic life.

story as scaffold of uncapturable life

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Narrative can be invitation to imagination, such that the more minimal it is, the more gracious toward reader imaginability the line is.

“This is my confession,” as if narrativity in quote marks is distanced pretense without commitment to authorial candor. Characted confession may cloak a candor that thereby escapes others’ want of elaboration, as if her or his innerwordliness has no more to share beyond a brevity of time passing too quickly, which the story shows.

saturdaynote

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Too much to say, too little time to say it now…

How a flawed film has so much promise that I spend over six hours, across three evenings, doing notes on scenes and shots and dialogue—streaming a few seconds, stop, notes, stream...

filmic fems

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I’m in love with a girl—well, enchanted. In my next life, I’m coming back as Lale (age 11 or so) in the Turkish film “Mustang” (2016), played by Günes Sensoy (4 shots there). If you haven’t seen it, you absolutely must (especially if you’re a girl-woman).

a perfectly made film

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Friday, Mar. 9, 11:28 pm

I’m befuddled about why I missed Jane Campion’s “Portrait of a Lady” when it was first released, 1996. I can recall that the year was somewhat chaotic for me. But I loved “The Piano” (1993).

...then winter imposed again.

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I’m not ready to say more about Cycle 4 of The Project than I did last week.

The Feb. 8 g.com “sense of site” was enhanced yesterday.

days go by...

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Tree twigs are flowering that spring’s already here.

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coda

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Jasper Johns is still painting.

The reviewer, Deborah Solomon, ends her review: “... Leonardo da Vinci was one of the first masters that Mr. Johns admired. He was especially captivated by the ‘Deluge’ drawings,... When he was in mid-30s, Mr. Johns had a chance to actually see the drawings..... Was it an exciting experience? ‘Yes,’ he replied with typical terseness, and a little laugh, ‘except that they looked exactly like the reproductions.’”

I began my “Comment” at the article: “Solomon’s article ending is lovely. It reminds me of Jacques Derrida’s iconic point that writing in speech—displaced authoriality in authorship—makes all originals quotational.”

about “a heartwarming work ofawe-filling genius”

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To say that sundry gardening is “1000+ pages” is an understatement, because that’s actually 1000+ documents, most of which are more than one typical-book page long (though many are much less than a book page). It’s fair to say that the documents average 3 book pages.

It’s fair to say that sundry gardening is 3,000 pages—longer than Proust’s Time Regained (commonly titled Remembrance of Things Past), let alone Ulysses.

sundry gardening

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I’m devoted to my love of writing—I’m serious—but the point of life is fun. So, I have serious fun.

Love you, wording!

Seriousness of devotion to appreciability calls for humility of pretense.

There’s no sacrilege in lightness about enlightening woods.

Call me license of happy old age there.

Hear: We are each other’s window, each’s mirror.

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Progressive practice (“in a world”) presumes conceptual background (“descent: midlanding”), which presumes development of conceptuality (“of worlding”), which is itself a venue of inquiry (“Love ascending.”) about development of potential and formative process. Possible scientific artistry from that presumes a creative life that has its own character, born of wholly enthralled engagements.

Yet, the mindful heart of a highland is writing itself—seafaring waves for finding good new ways.

And posting from waypoints—ascending, flying, landscaping, descending—home. Then going on.

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All the postings in “sundry gardening” didn’t happen with anticipation of the topic groups they are now gathered into.

The sets of 16 new project Areas trope The Project that remains its own evolving woods.

So, “sundry gardening” provides a unifying sense of earlier explorations and prospecting relative now to topics of Areas that will be integral to going on, to furthering clarity of woolly time in tropogenic woods.

Thanks for your interest.

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November 5, 2024

Cycle 3 of the Project currently led to Cycle 4, now Cycle 5. A simple listing of links to each cycle and better background discussion is here.

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saturdaynote

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One more week? No more than two: I’m formatting listings, no longer doing text editing. I never bothered to count how many pages I’ve accumulated. I’m aghast that it’s 850+ Webpages and postings. Over the years, when I finished something, I didn’t much go back to it. I moved on to whatever’s next, and had no idea of the volume of work done.

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the delicious other of disclosure

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I was dreading to update the gedavis.com home page with a disappointing apology for having nothing much to say. But I came up with a note that I’m happy with—especially the ending, in implicit honor of my streaming last night of “That Obscure Object of Desire” (1977, but remastered in 2001), which is now a dated (rather outdated) experiment in scripting sexist stereotypes and playing with elderly auteurial despair about life in 1977, not only as times which were shockingly insane, but also as absurd, perhaps, as sending a satellite-bound gold plaque of nude humans waving into interstellar space?—and having learned to parody aging without a partner in misogynist society.

archetropal spring day to never forget

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Beautiful day—and short line at the grocery checkout. Lucky me. The only thing ahead on the conveyor belt was a huge bottle of vodka (half gallon!)—which seemed odd, but none of my business. Someone’s pretty stupid about alcohol, I might have thought (if I’d given it my attention).

I put my stuff on behind the bottle. A short old man in front of me was bubbly, talking with a middle-aged woman who was enjoying him immensely, also helping him pay with his plastic card. I was in no hurry, but didn’t really notice them (but recall in retrospect—before I forget).

“I’m 95!,” he heralded to her, which she cheerfully praised. This caused me to turn toward him. He didn’t look 95. So, I joked. “You’re not 95!” He turned to me, looking surprised through his thick lens, bubbly as, say, a 70 year-old.

I said, “You don’t look 95.” Grinning, seeming flattered, he finished his purchase.

for love of conceptual inquiry

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May 19, 2018

A set of topics, listed here, began in late December, 2016, but added nothing until late April, 2017. I had a long explanation of that, but deleted it, late 2017, because it was outdated. But I discovered today that I had linked to this spot for the sake of “a little story worth recounting, maybe.” Maybe, someday.

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loving north of La La Land

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So I said (with Mick): Be expert craft in a world that accepts itself—authentic striving at home with kitschiness, scripts we write, scripts
we inherit.

We can trust in our career dreams with our love, finding a way to make them flourish together.

Reconciliation transcends, but so does devotion to making things work.

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