his story of loving singularity

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Today’s “love of ascending (and descending)” completes a 4-part series on love: “…notes,” “‘mindfulness’,” “fun with science…,” and today, which begins with infant attachment and ends in high sense of exploring.

There is no romanticism in my sense of love as ardent caring (in various ways and to varying degrees). Yet, my sense of this appeals for scaling up care through one’s years of growing up (thanks to good parenting and education) to ardently identify with Our humanity as one’s own, in a sense perhaps best expressed by literary history.

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fun with science searching for essential love

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Some leading ethical theorists ground morality (deontic ethics) in love (Harry Frankfurt, Michael Slote, Martha Nussbaum). Empirical psych-
ology can be quite corroborative of that—and for conceptual or philo-
logical prospecting. So, “love in empirical research” shows how that (blandly focused on ordinary love) may unwittingly complement richer views (humbly coming later).

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“mindfulness”

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This is a a conceptual venture which is not overtly related (yet) to common cultural, so called senses which methodically counsel better mental health. But I’m all for better mental health!

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love notes

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Cutely titled, but analytical, this also links to earlier points of effusively loving to be.

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fulfilling enjoyment as (and for) better humanity

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“Flourishing as fulfilling enjoyment” (Sept. 23) is a detailed, long reading of a leading researcher’s (Alan S. Waterman’s) sense of recent decades’ research on “flourishing.”

The Sept. 24 follow up, “better self-enabling for better humanity we share” (much shorter) gathers all of my own themes from the first discussion and constellates that coherently (I hope).

My second discussion can be usefully read without reading my detailed dialogue with Waterman’s text, but the first is useful for understanding how the second emerged.

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whom are you?

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The reality of multiple approaches to understanding a notion (named by a concept) may evince wondering [1] why one chooses one approach over another (if one does so: one is “best”?); [2] why there are multiple approaches (why the pluralism); and [3] how best to understand a convening of the plurality (modeling conceptual evolving?).

For example: identity.

a sense of self-differential integrity

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Sept. 3

How might we better understand a highly flexible sense of oneself?

How might we best understand the academic appeal of such a question as realistically desirable?

Here’s another beginning: “thinking of ‘a diversity of selves’.”

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Sept. 5

And the story continues: “more diversity of selves”

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summer 2022

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Nothing new, but here I am. And gone again.

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August 13

“on not seeking followers”

Happy trails.

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July 30

I am enjoying myself—serious joy, developing themes offline (philological string theory?). Lots coming soon, but not yet.

strings of notes cohering trees

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Internet writing easily allows narrative strings to branch like a tree
(or field paths) in which one can get lost.

I guess one could theorize hypertext writing as a kind of string theory
of texted virtuality.

After all, phenomenology was always textual, always about there being this here between us, belonging together in there being our inevitably different stances on there being this same glyphicality—different presence of the same.

wanting telicity of appellant cohering

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The “Bibliophilia” page (Nov. 2021) gained a second section, “playing to a muse.” And I renamed the page.

OneSelf is not basically a matter of ‘subjectivity’

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A paragraph in “…still-flowering…” (below today) caused an intended short reference posting to become a long discussion.

Much as I’ve been influenced by Jürgen Habermas, I could never wholly endorse his thinking in part because of his attachment to “subjectivity” in the auspices of his centrally intersubjectivist conception of interaction.

So, see: I don’t forget sober discourse, even though I prefer conceptual play.

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...thus, concerted cultivationof current generations

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In tragic times, fidelity to still flourishing is the best response to re-realizing one’s mortality.

My new set of discursive episodes is a milestone. It’s composed of recent and new pages, altogether having variable conceptual difficulty and variable creative license—all part of being a protean kinda guy: “singularity of a still-flowering life.”

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enthralling appeal

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How to arrange 30+ keynotes (future topic foci) into a short story.

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pre-appeal

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The postings below and the May 21 one are parts of an ongoing project. More parts are coming before gathering it all under one title.

• “loving mental playces”

• “self-enhancive love of learning”

It’s all [to be] responding to an appealing focus, but which isn’t yet intimated.

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individuating into Our evolving

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Theoretical biology advances notions of “evo-devo,” but a correlate, non-biologistic difference is expressed by the historicity of a life (developmental individuation) in a historicality of cultural evolving. “Deep heights appealing to low shallows” plays with the difference, from easy accessibility to difficult prospecting.

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What’s integral to engaged, meaningful lives?

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being, preferring, belonging, love, individuation, flourishing, creativity,... conceptual audacity?

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earlier spring 2022

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Friday was a happy day throughout the realm: Finals are over for Cal students, and it’s time to party.

In my own sense, this is a time for celebration. I’ve had a number of good events and things come into my life (which I may discuss some other time). My writing projects offline are growing well (new long postings coming soon); and long discussions via email with academic contacts will be melded into my Work.

Besides, we all need to enjoy the occasional occurrence of the 13th day of the month happening on a Friday. (Some tall buildings lack a 13th floor because many people lack a sufficient sense of humor.)

Also, I’m jubilant that the chronic nuisance of neighborhood partying will soon wane for a couple of months. I’m enjoying my own kind of solidarity with the “children” (who would cringe to be so regarded).

Here’s something (link upcoming): I had fun with the announcement
about that fuzzy image of the Black Hole at the center of “Our” galaxy, whose gravity makes the Milky Way spin with arms of billions of stars.
I commented at the NY Times, but would revise one phrase, deleting its “…Our evolving intelligence” and instead write: “…intelligence Out There eons beyond us….”

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a lovely cohering

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Happy April sees a daze of knitted cohering offline beyond recent additions to Areas of The Project currently, which I’ve deleted from announcement at the top of that page:

• confessing a lovely integrity, January 2022
• better being for beter humanity, February 2022
• generative humanities, November. 2021
• Literary university / democratic ecology, October 2021

My netted cohering constellates an integrally differential appreciability
of living conceptual appeals to be prospected through bibliophilic explorations of proteany, psychanalysis (my sense of “psychoanalysis”), leading mindfulness, literary conceptuality, and humanity’s futures (whatever).

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flourishing humanity

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—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.

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winter 2022

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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.

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flourishing before tragedy

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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.

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being a point of humanity

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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.

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anomie of mortality

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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.

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Your life is yours, once.

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“Idealizing better being for better humanity” preludes discussions of others’ work, beginning soon.

But it’s implicitly motivated by feeling from others so much complacency (slackerism); and so much consumerist pandering
in journalism.

Highly engaged artists and inquirers are commonly regarded by market society as aliens—or curiosities. Highly better-advised action and expertise easily seem elitist.

I turn away into my happy excursions, which have involved more work by others than I’ve yet highlighted.

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Another writer wants realismabout humanity now

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“What’s the better (‘best’?) cohering potpourri of this month’s leading ephemera?”

It’s anyone’s guess. Sensibility progresses—and finds progress in contemporaneity—by articulate responsiveness to news, shaping
new projects, new themes, new regions of thematics, as times call for. 

café transcript on the identity of Art

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A problem with autobiography is that detailing the past after many decades is too time consuming: The smallest event can become stories within stories within. And I’ve still got a life to live.

So, given that there’s no perfect beginning—certainly not beginning with childhood—“In The Beginning... Once upon a time...”—I’ll just recall something that suits my mood, whatever the day.

How it all hangs together will have to emerge (if at all) somewhere ahead.

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avoiding autobiography

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I have no idea how many letters and emails I’ve done that contain passages which could be usefully extracted for use elsewhere.

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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.