Bloomsday as bouquet of selves

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

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

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

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for better being

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

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

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spring 2023

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

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May 19

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

expressions

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

Biologists call it “phenotypic” differences of genotypic expressions.

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interfacial daze

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I’m burned out for tonight.

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

You’re so glad to know.

night note

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

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

halcyon days

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

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

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

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

an offroad moment of defense

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

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

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

road note

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

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

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

Fortunately, I have a healthy sense of humor.

days go by

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

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

winter 2023

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

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

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Feb. 3

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

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

an horizon of sensibility

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

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Fall. Stand. Go on.

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

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

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

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

conceptual prospecting can be very practical

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

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some aspects of evolving conceptuality

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

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humbly marking a new year for humanity

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

Time tells. Learning never ends.

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

I feel ready—audacious and shameless.

I know, Alice

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The writer easily feels being too many mirrors of others’ “writing” you into their lives, not only concealing you from them—by their unwitting need for you to be a mirror of their sense of self in their own lives—but also putting you into an immense loneliness of plural being.  

So, creative characterization may be not only art, bur therapeutic in ways which few others understand.  

True love sees the plurality of you as your authemtic manifold of being with others as oneSelf, which best friends of youth, then True loves, cherish purely.  

Though suffering the end of that is cause for “endless” mourning, art can turn longing into lasting gratitude for trust and love you were lucky to have lived.

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autumn 2022

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End of semester. The “children” are returning to where they came from. The quiet around the area outside returns the street to being a neighbor-
hood. I feel a faint thrill along with faint melancholy about the turn of
the year.

This period of weeks has long been an open mystery about what the annual change of seasons will evince for writing. I don’t know now whether or not I’ll have new material to share before early January. I may suddenly want to add a lot. Probably not—or maybe.

Anyway, I’ve been doing a lot of writing offline, so I expect even better during the weeks ahead.

I’m happy.

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mirror of a musement

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The senses of creativity I’ve improvised during the past decade were always afterthoughts irt work that evinced the thoughts. Wondering about creativity itself is no source of creative work. Creativity doesn’t emerge from a conception of creativity.

Then, concentrating on cohering it all doesn’t lead to more creative work other than the coherence being creative (or meta-creative). So,
a creative approach to understanding creativity may emerge.

The senses of you as muse I’ve improvised during the past decade were always preludes to work that resulted. Prospecting you as such was an afterthought to the mirroring which you inspired. But, dwelling in that did lead to more musing.

So, love of your musement was creative.

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I eat well today.

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But I see a news story about “food insecurity” in “our” wealthy U.S.
I recall a recent report about African famine due to climate change; or desperate survivors of barbarous shelling of Kiev, which cloud my eyes with tears.

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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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