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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