tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155161180913963252024-03-12T19:18:33.313-07:00Philosophicalmattersdrwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-62589174857125970082021-09-11T08:14:00.002-07:002021-09-11T08:14:49.775-07:00Truth to Post-Truth in American Detective Fiction <p> Happy to announce I've got a book coming out in late November. </p><p>Here's a link: <a href="https://www.palgrave.com/us/book/9783030870737">Truth to Post-Truth in American Detective Fiction | David Riddle Watson | Palgrave Macmillan</a></p>drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-47150822047359210782017-03-08T04:24:00.000-08:002017-03-09T04:02:08.501-08:00Thinking Through The Noise I haven't had much to say on here lately. Mostly because of the way I've curated this blog. I write about political stuff all the time, but I don't exactly right about day-to-day politics or politicians. I'm not a pundit and I have no desire to be one. The whole enterprise sounds soul-crushing. <br />
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However, like many others of my ilk, I can't stop watching the fucking news. It has turned into the most entertaining reality television show I have ever seen. If I wrote these White House characters into a novel it would IMMEDIATELY be recognized as satire. Think about that. Reality has become so absurd that if you copied it and wrote it down and published it, nobody would believe it. <br />
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So I have no desire to debate any of these topics - in fact I won't. And not because I'm stubborn - I'm actually less rigid now than I've ever been in my life. The reason I don't debate is that we live in an age where one shops for reality the way one shops for anything else. Reality has become the ultimate consumer choice. While this might feel liberating to the "You-can't-tell-me-nothing-Mr.-College- Degree" crowd, from my perspective it's not just frustrating, it's frightening. The only way to win is to not play. <br />
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So how does one stay thoughtful and sane in a world that talks about itself with lies and distortions, a culture that often doesn't want to take an honest assessment of itself. It's a question that feels impossibly tough. <br />
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I know for myself I have to remember that consuming more "news" does not equate with being more informed. I know I have to realize that the process of watching a lot of the political nonsense unfold is actually seductively fun for me. There's something about watching chaos that makes for interesting television. However, if it's causing me stress and all that stress is doing is causing me to watch more and get more upset, well then that's not healthy.<br />
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Okay, but I'm not the kind of person that goes "Well okay, fuck it all. I guess I'll just tune it out." For one thing, my job does not allow me to be uninformed. For another, I take Socrates' maxim very seriously: the unexamined life is not worth living. So to not think is to be dead. <br />
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In no way am I suggesting to just stop caring about what's going on. Rather I am saying to selectively read and watch people who are ethical and good journalists - people who are not towing a party line - journalists who are, for lack of a better term at 7:20 in the morning, "Independent." For me that means people like Amy Goodman, Jeremy Scahill, Glenn Greenwald, Naomi Klein, Matt Taibbi, and Sy Hersh to name just a few. But everyone has to figure that part out for themselves.<br />
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As usual my solutions are small and local and not exciting. I've started cutting off the television more - having more periods of silence around me when I can. When I read, I have no background noise. And if I want background noise, I pick up my guitar. However, even though I've started thinking about this problem and trying to make small changes for the sake of my mental health, currently I'm still failing. I still watch too much nightly news instead of just picking a few people I trust everyday, reading important stories and moving on. Sometimes I watch the same stories talked about by 3 different people, all saying very, very similar things. Hopefully recognizing failure is the first step. That sounds like the kind of thing people say. drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-31704068184317839852017-01-06T06:49:00.000-08:002017-01-10T08:14:46.085-08:00The Detective Story in the Post-Something AgeI spend a lot of time - you can ask people who have to deal with me in physical form - trying to figure out what makes something "true." To the uninitiated this may seem like common sense, but to a person who has spent literally the last twenty years reading complicated philosophical texts, it's not nearly as clear as it seems. <br />
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Here's a simple example - we all learn that objects fall at 9.8 meters per second squared. But where does this occur? In a vacuum. So the statement about falling objects is true in a world none of us inhabit. Now in no way does this mean that fact is untrue. Or that the scientific constant is not useful. That statement about the speed objects fall is true and it's useful. It's just that it's only true under certain conditions. Most things are only true under certain conditions. Here's another example - the thing I'm sitting on right now is a chair. Until I need to change a light-bulb. Then it's a step ladder. <br />
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Truth is both local and general. <br />
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The genre that has best represented the search for truth is the detective genre. Now think about the way truth works in these books/movies/Matlock episodes. We start not knowing much, usually being wrong about a guess or two. But then as the plot moves to the conclusion we learn what really happened. All the clues add up to a coherent picture and Matlock gets to leave the court house 100K richer and eat hotdogs off the street cart. (Apologies if some of you did not have a grandmother with whom to compulsively watch Matlock, Murder She Wrote, and Perry Mason.)<br />
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This formula is hopeful as shit. The more we learn, the more we understand the whole. <br />
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And now let's talk about JFK. The Zapruder film has been seen by everyone. Is the problem with the JFK assassination that we don't know enough information? That we don't have enough theories? Of course not. We have too many damn theories. And moreover here's an example where we all see what happened and yet, none of us is sure of what happened. This is a different world. <br />
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Similarly - think about the way conspiracy theories proliferated about 9/11. Films like Loose Change and In Plane Sight became shared on the internet and were treated as scholarly material by a lot of people who didn't know any better. Again - the issue isn't that there wasn't enough information. <br />
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So it seems something is happening. Now it seems we are in an age where things to not add up to a coherent narrative. Truth is always-already fractured and fragmented and fractal - something like a Serpinksi triangle. Clues aren't adding up to truth anymore. Essentially Raymond Chandler has been replaced by Thomas Pynchon - long true for the academic world - but now true for the general world as well. Maybe the fact that Inherent Vice got made into a film signals something? drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-11158638413533060812017-01-04T09:07:00.001-08:002017-01-04T09:07:14.412-08:00Music and HumorRecently I was listening to John Scofield's amazing new album <i>Country for Old Men</i>. In the album the jazz-fusion virtuoso does his take on classic country tunes. And the results are remarkable. I was listening to his version of the classic Hank Williams song "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" and at one point I just started laughing because he was taking the tune so far out that at many points it was unrecognizable. I think of this as being playful - sort of fucking with audience expectations. I could imagine many classic country fans holding their hands over their ears while saying things like "Naw. Just hell naw. That a'int right." Jazz - by it's very nature - is always at odds with the purist.<br />
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Then I started thinking about humor in music - not in lyrics - but in music. And well, I couldn't think of many examples. Certain genres don't seem to lend themselves to humor at all. I don't think I've ever heard a playful heavy metal riff. This isn't a slight - that's just a genre that always - at least to me - appears very serious. Some country guitar and bluegrass players add little pieces of rock or jazz into their solos and I think that counts. But I can't think of players who have turned this into a style or an aesthetic. <br />
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Tom Waits - simply by his choice of instrumentation and by seeing his voice as not one but many instruments - has always produced music that is playful and surprising. In fact, I think it is in the idea of the surprise that humor is so intriguing musically. It signifies something at odds with expectations. However, it's clear to me - it feels unarguable - that Frank Zappa is the great rock humorist. The music has a symphonic like precision. And at the same time, it's zany. <br />
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Does any of this matter? I think so. Perhaps there is a difference between "playing" and "performing." I've had the occasion to perform really serious music with orchestras on several occasions. There is nothing "playful" about this experience. It's exacting and for that reason, nerve-wracking. However, music that can be played and played with - forms that embrace improvisation - have a natural desire to expand their boundaries. One way to do this is to stretch the idea of genre. Usually this produces the kind of humor I'm discussing, which is a playfulness that allows music to challenge itself and move out of a rigidly defined space. <br />
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I think most people today see that genre music is so connected to marketing analytics that it feels as processed as cheese from Taco Bell, so in that sense the more people who can find moments to decontstruct the very idea of genre, especially from the inside, the better off the state of music is. <br />
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<br />drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-50377631324836789502016-12-13T06:47:00.001-08:002016-12-13T10:08:01.157-08:00A Thought ExperimentIf political news was filtered out of your life, would you be able to tell - from your daily existence- what party was in power? (politics in the classic sense - not in the everything is always-already political sense)<br />
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For example, if all you knew about the 80's was that a president gave amnesty to "illegal aliens" would you assume that he was a Democrat? Or if you learned that the president currently in office is responsible for deporting more immigrants than any other president in history, what would you assume his political party would be? </div>
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These examples aren't important - you can pick your own. (And don't argue with mine because that just ain't the point) What I'm asking is if you took all the political talk out of your day and from your news feeds and all you had to use to think about the state of the world came from your personal day- to-day experience, what information could you glean. </div>
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I'm not suggesting you couldn't tell or that you could - that's the whole deal with a thought experiment. This is an open and honest question and this one requires feedback. So if you have opinions, beliefs, ruminations etc, please share. </div>
drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-75980502908639578612016-12-05T05:57:00.000-08:002016-12-05T15:58:44.595-08:00My First Sensory Deprivation Experience The only channels that I watch on "regular" television are MSNBC to watch Rachel Maddow at 9pm and the Viceland Channel, which I watch compulsively. There's a new show called "Hamilton's Pharmacopia." Hamilton is the son of the great documentary filmmaker Errol Morris. He is a chemist and a pyschonaut. Well on one particular episode he was exploring sensory deprivation tanks and I became more than intrigued, not quite at obsessed, but approaching the later. <br />
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After a quick internet search I came upon a place called "Drift and Dreams" out of Wilmington. I called and was informed there was a cancellation on Sunday. As I was going to be in Wilmington anyways, I said I would be there on time and ready for my transcendental experience. I was assured it would be "trippy" and was even told that if I could shut my thoughts off I could come into contact with "the nothing." I was hoping this wasn't "Never Ending Story" type nothing. I was wanting Nietzsche-when-you-stare-at-the-abyss-it-stares-back kind of nothing. Luckily the experience would be none of the former and some of the later.<br />
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The first thing I did when I entered was this 40 minute light and sound experience that was meant to put me in a "theta" state. I don't know what any of that means and it sounded like hocus-pocus, but I figured let's just go for broke. Whatever the owner suggested would improve my experience, I said "sure." So for 40 minutes I was on a message table with glasses that sort of had movie screens in them and headphones. I heard a very repetitive rhythm that could have been made on an Atari and there were lots of colors flashing that you could see even if your eyes were closed. Well - I don't know how different I would have felt if I were just relaxing and listening to a Mahler symphony or a Bach concerto but time went quickly and it was over before I thought it should have been, but the clock suggested 40 minutes had passed. I was in a bit of a trance-like state - nothing extreme, but I was very relaxed. Then it was time for the Sensory Deprivation Chamber. <br />
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After incredibly easy instructions to get in the tub: "Take off clothes. Put in ear plugs. Don't freak out if you hear or see things. Nobody is back here. It's just you," I was ready to start my 90 minute experience. So I get in and sort of float around - you cannot not float. There must be hundreds of pounds of Epson salt in 10 inches of water. <br />
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So after you get adjusted - it's just you in total blackness. You quickly realize how many distractions are in your every moment of waking life and a peacefulness happened that was unprecedented. Even though you're basically in a bathtub with a lid closed, there was zero sI ense of claustrophobia. When you get settled you start to lose the sense of having a body. This is because the water is the same temperature as your body and you are weightless - there's no experience of gravity in the tank. This means at a certain point you cannot tell where your body ends and the water begins. You feel like you are just a collection of thoughts floating in space. Now to be clear, it's not like you can't wiggle your fingers - you know your body is still there, but there are periods of time where it doesn't occur to you. At one point - late in the float - I had this experience that's a bit hard to describe. I was wide awake but I felt like I was back on the message table. I don't know how long this lasted but I had this very clear thought of "I can't wait to get into the sensory tank" I sort of immediately popped back in my mind and thought "Oh, yeah. That's right I'm here." Lots of other moments of interest as well, but instead of me describing them, I would encourage others to experience it for themselves. <br />
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I was told that the way I would know this was over would be that I would hear three knocks on the tank and I was to respond with one knock indicating I heard the knocks. Then I would get out, dry off, and get into a shower. When I heard the three knocks, I couldn't believe an hour and a half had passed. That seems like a long time to just lay still in water, but it honestly felt like maybe 45 minutes. Time and space both go wonky. <br />
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The whole experience was wonderful - I came out with a glow that is still alive and well this morning. I came out of the tank feeling sort of "stoned" but I was completely sober except for the tank experience. It was fascinating to both have moments of losing track of one's body and moments of being vividly focused on having a body and then having but not being able to sense one's body. There were many thoughts of "can I feel my thigh right now? Do I feel my toes?" Sometimes the answer was "yes" and sometimes the answer was "I'm not quite sure" and sometimes it was simply "no." <br />
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I think next time - this isn't exactly cheap; the entire 130 minutes cost about 140 dollars - in a couple months, I will see if I can do 2-3 hours in the tank. I don't think I've seen the full potential and I'm definitely curious. <br />
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One note of clarify - I did have weird experiences but this was not a full on hallucinatory episode at all. So don't expect that this is going to mimic the experience of psychedelics. Perhaps for some - maybe if you stay for 8 hours as Hamilton Morris did in his episode. But for me, it was exciting and strange, rejuvenating and invigorating. Like I said - the experience of losing and contemplating my body led to me getting out of the tank and noticing my body felt relaxed and messaged and better than it had felt in a long, long time. Bodies and minds are strange and beautiful things, especially when they are forced to configure a new experience.drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-77501696878231630992016-11-28T07:52:00.000-08:002016-11-28T11:19:32.307-08:00Speaking Meaningfully and Interpreting Generously In <i>Being and Time</i>, Martin Heidegger discusses different modes of being. One mode he discusses is called the "they-self." This is the self that gets lost in the crowd, gives his individuality over to the group and forgets all the unpleasantness of life. This is the self that happens when you go out on Friday and drink too much and laugh too loud. There's nothing wrong with this self - that's important. Heidegger's talking ontology, not ethics. This self makes what Heidegger calls "Idle-Talk" but what I want to call "chatter." These are the conversations you get in where you talk about sports and weather, current events and how much your job sucks. This talk is "idle" because it's not meant to go anywhere. In fact most of us don't want to have serious conversations during these settings - it would ruin the experience. <br />
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The other half of the "they-self" is when people are being "authentic" and doing the hard work of turning one's life into a project, an art-work if you're absolutely successful. In this mode, it is very common, necessary even to ask those big uncomfortable questions - "Am I living a meaningful life?" "How can I live joyfully in a world that can often feel bleak." This is also the self where you talk meaningfully with others. You don't have idle talk and you don't just chatter away - you try to really say something. <br />
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So here's what I'm getting at - in today's post-everything, media-saturated malaise, it's hard to separate the chatter from the talk that is meaningful. Think - but not for too long - about election season. It didn't "feel" like a reality television show. It was a reality television show. And the commentators often were unqualified to have opinions about anything bigger in scope than mayonnaise (they would probably give "Miracle Whip" equal time because that's democracy). So what happens is all this chatter gets filtered through to the population and most of us start talking like the television or about the issues on the television. Remember when we were all told we had to decide whether a gorilla being shot in a zoo was an ethical act? And what did we do? We started asking our friends or co-workers what they thought or how could they possibly believe that? Then after about two weeks the gorilla was forgotten because we've been given new issues to care about. <br />
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What totally fucking sucks about all of this is that it's hard to say anything and have it heard outside of these pre-established frameworks of right and left, of identity politics, and of the sort of cultural issues of the day. Often I'm trying to say something outside of these frameworks because I don't like the rigidity of frames, someone will interpret what I'm saying in terms of the exact frames I'm trying to avoid. So If I say, I think the democratic candidate is bad, it's hard not to hear that as a tacit support for the other candidate. Or if I say that thinking about the gorilla was a meaningless distraction, someone will assume I don't believe animals have rights. And of course there's always the chance that people take something personally when what's being discussed is systematic. Remember, none of us invented these frames of thinking. There's no good reason we have to accept them. Find better ways to view the world. Find new categories and concepts. Try to stop all the chatter and say something.<br />
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But of course we all have to become better listeners as well - to not have a pre-established framework with which to interpret everything. If we don't, we'll never be able to really "hear" any new idea because we will immediately take it and suck it up under our old framework. If something is really new, it should sound confusing, strange, alien. So the other part of this process is to try to actually listen to what someone is saying. Actually hear their words. Assume they are saying something meaningful until you are proven otherwise - that's interpretative generosity. So many times we want to dismiss any idea that's not already contained in our "acceptable idea box." All of this makes it impossible to have "authentic" communication in a time where it is so important. drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-44507567544666151672016-11-21T09:17:00.002-08:002016-11-21T15:54:27.279-08:00Foreign BodiesWe don't think about our bodies until they stop working (according to cultural or biological standards). Then we think about them a lot. During the last year I have had to think about my body constantly. When your body becomes different, you realize that your body becomes noticeable to everyone. Having a body that is different makes you realize that everyone is actually noticing only your body. Whatever you say is interpreted through your body. So saying, "I know this looks bad, but I feel fine," does nothing to set anyone at ease. <br />
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I know all of this material has been mined ad naseum in all the "studies" and I know that there's an obvious - "Good job white boy - you've finally learned what most of the rest of the world has known forever" critique to what I'm saying. So now that that's acknowledged, let's talk about gas stations and hospitals, schizophrenics, and the unwell. <br />
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I understand that people are apprehensive about being the only X in a room full of Y's. But what I'm interested in is being uncomfortable by a body that is not seen - even stereotypically - as particularly threatening (in a violent, dangerous way). For example, there's a gas station near my house that often has very poor people hanging around. At times one of these people will approach you and you know you are about to be asked for money. People - myself included - become incredibly uncomfortable around these bodies and I think we think the person may be threatening, but I don't believe this is usually the case. I have been asked for money a lot of times in my life and never, not once, did a person attempt to attack me or steal anything from me. I realize others have different experiences, but in general I don't this population is particularly threatening. A body being unpredictable is not the same as a body being dangerous - I think this may be quite relevant to this inquiry. <br />
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In a similar manner, we tend to be uncomfortable with the homeless in general. We often don't make eye contact and we usually have an inner monologue that says "Don't look at him. Don't look. Please don't say anything to me" and we feel relief when we walk inside our location - comforted by other shoppers who brought their own goddamned money. <br />
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Most often homelessness is accompanied by mental illness. When I lived in Boone we had our resident homeless celebrity - Joshua Watauga - but we called him "Charlie Manson" until we actually met him because, well, he looked strikingly similar. He would often be on King Street selling stories he wrote or stones he had found or anything to make a buck. He would occasionally be seen ranting or flipping out, always because a shopper accosted him or a college student was showing how much of an asshole he (always a he) could be. So Joshua was schizophrenic, but he wasn't harmful, yet again, most people were immediately uncomfortable around him. <br />
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In my own case, I spent more days in the hospital from July 2015 - May 2016 than I spent outside of a hospital. And during this time, I had friends that I saw and I had a lot of friends that I never saw. Lots of people had lots of excuses why they couldn't make it or whatever, but it really came down to the fact that sick bodies are not comfortable to be around. There's a couple types of hospital visitor, but the worst, without a doubt, is the person who is counting down minutes until they can leave and still say "Well, I saw Dave the other day." I promise every person that has ever been sick, would rather those people stay the fuck home. I don't mean for any of this to sound bitter - just the truth without a lot of rhetorical niceties. <br />
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Okay, so I'm not interested in this from a moral point of view. That's boring and of course you should go see your friends in the hospital and of course you shouldn't be unkind to people who are uncomfortable to be around. That's easy. But what's not so easy is to figure out why these bodies are so off-putting. What is it about our world, our economy, our institutions, and our ideologies that make these bodies so uncomfortable to be around? Can't one imagine another world where these people garner the most empathy? <br />
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It seems to me one possible answer comes from Foucault's idea that the world wants docile bodies. We are comfortable around people who have fallen in line with our consumer culture. We're fine in the store satisfying manufactured wants; we're not comfortable with the person outside who has real wants - often they are dismissed with a story about a time that someone saw a thing on the news where it turns out homeless people are really making a fortune. Clearly there's some denial going on. Also, perhaps there is something uncomfortable about the realization that without cash and credit most people are only a few months away from being destitute as well. Perhaps the homeless function to remind people what they could be - but that's too uncomfortable to really consider, so we pretend that they are totally alien to us. <br />
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<br />drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-61672751845759976192016-11-09T07:43:00.002-08:002016-11-09T11:11:12.803-08:00Narrative and the ElectionSo - I like writing about things political - but I don't like writing about politics. That is to say, I've got a lot to say about capitalism and things of that sort, but you don't find me writing a lot about politicians - mostly because I think they're boring as subjects to write about. But like so many academic types, I am spending this morning trying to understand my world. And here's what I got (and no it will not be satisfying.)<br />
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I think this election may have come down to an issue of narrative. Okay - so here's what I'm saying: the meaning in this election was bound up with Trump. Now of course, Clinton would have been the first female president, but that didn't seem to be at the forefront of most of the talk during the campaign season. If Trump lost - the nation could say, "Look, we're not a bunch of xenophobes" or whatever. But the meaning would still be coming from the Trump side - not Hillary. But if this were a Hollywood movie - which is the only narrative people seem to understand anymore - Trump has to win. Think about it: one guy who parades around and is generally accepted as "outsider" battles 16 establishment candidates of one party and beats them all by "plain speaking," none of that "politically correct" bullshit. And after that he must take on the establishment candidate from the other party - the heir apparent. (This is sort of the political equivalent of that JCVD flick "Bloodsport.") According to everything we know about narrative logic - there's only one way for this film to end. <br />
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So am I saying that people voted for a clearly unstable person to run the world because of the story? Maybe. So does this election come down to to a failure of imagination? Perhaps even more so from the DNC? Without a doubt.<br />
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Here is what I do know. People are not logical. And neither are you, reader of this post. (and neither am I, just to be clear) It's not how people work - and we've never worked that way. There's just too much evidence to the contrary to really believe we are beings devoted to making rational sense. We are the kinds of beings who find meaning in the stories we tell. We need to start telling different stories. It may turn out that those crazy people in those crazy humanities fields may be the ones who help in these soon-to-be crazy times we are all going to be in.drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-76531667150867498822016-11-07T06:52:00.004-08:002016-11-07T06:54:57.989-08:00Roadhouse Via David LynchSo many years ago, I was watching a double feature on TBS: <i>Point Break</i> followed by <i>RoadHouse. </i>I love the move <i>Point Break, </i> I get a lot of pleasure from it, particularly the Gary Busey stuff. However, I had always assumed <i>Road House </i>was just stupid. Until this one time, when I really tried to understand the world that was being created. Now - imagine if some kind of David Lynch figure directed this movie - and it was considered an auteur film. I propose that under these conditions, it would be clear that what we have here is nothing less than a surrealistic masterpiece, held together by the fact that every, single scene contains within it - something absolutely, utterly, impossible. <br />
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2) Swazyze/Dalton has a philosophy degree where he apparently embraced eastern philosophy - and he uses this to fight rednecks at the Double Deuce. <br />
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3) The Double Deuce (That is the bar name right?) is a bar that has a knife fight nightly, but still has attractive women that frequent the place and blues guitar great Jeff Healey leads the house band. <br />
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4) Swayze learns about the town dynamic from a guy in a hardware store who will soon have his hardware store blown-up because he's taken Swayze's side. This arouses no investigation from any State or Federal police agency. <br />
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5) Swayze carried around his own medical records and says things like "Pain don't hurt." This leads him to eventually seduce a doctor who he has sex with against a brick wall! Soft music is not going to help her back. <br />
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6) Swayze, of course, is renting out his one room apartment with no amenities which is located across the lake from the bad guy (Brad Wesley). His goons hang out there and can be found driving monster trucks and getting punched in the face, while his girlfriend does nothing but aerobics ostensibly all day, every day. <br />
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7) A fight will take place on Swayze's side of the river where he will rip a man's throat out of his body and send his carcass back across the lake. <br />
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There's more, lots more. But here's the point. If the world is boring or monotonous - try looking at it differently. See if there's not more going on than what was "intended" as if we can ever know that anyways. That is the brilliance of a director like David Lynch - he makes the normal look unusual. To paraphrase David Foster Wallace "Tarentino is interested in cutting off the ear. Lynch is just interested in the ear." drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-8004828700600645922016-11-03T08:45:00.001-07:002016-11-03T08:45:34.324-07:00The Gyroscopic (Pt 2) Relativism One of the most frustrating and trickiest things to deal with in philosophy is the idea of relativism. In general relativism is something brought up in an intro-level class and it's dismissed and that's it, except after post-structuralism it started to look like relativism might be real and scary and show that we don't have any real values. <br />
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Okay, so philosophically relativism is a way of saying, "Hey, that's just like your opinion, man." Sometimes it's captured in the maxim: "everything is relative." Most people have heard someone say this or something that meant the same thing. (There are no absolutes; it's all relative) However, in philosophy sometimes you can't say things you want to say because the sentence actually undoes itself. So for example, the sentence "It's all relative" is not relative to anything. It is presented as a universal maxim that will be true anywhere no matter what, i.e., the statement about relativism is actually presented as an absolute truth. Similarly, saying "There are no absolutes" is in fact a way to make another absolute and hence the sentence is meaningless. <br />
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Okay - so does that mean reality is not a matter of interpretation? Well, no. Not exactly. Think about moods. Because we tend to think reality comes out of our noggins we often assume the world is neutral and then our feelings at that moment are sad or happy- but we would never say something like "the world is unhappy today," except we do say things like that - all the time. We say, "The meeting was boring," and we don't mean our interpretation of this event (the meeting) was boring. We are saying "The room was boring." And if someone were to look happy and engaged we would become confused. If we really believed it was all a matter of interpretation - nobody would ever be confused at the person acting out of place. Similarly we go to a party and the party feels lively or cold or like it's about to explode in some kind of Dionysian orgiastic experience. This sensation is not inside us - or rather it is ALSO inside us, but it does not originate from us; rather, it comes from the interaction of bodies and stuff. <br />
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So if people have this gyroscopic tendency to become balanced and at-home in the world, what we tend to notice when we go to a party is that the "self" falls away and we become a collective of "party-goers." And usually through no fault of anyone's, the party winds down of its own volition and we realize this and we go home. Usually there's a couple people who do not understand when it's time to leave and everyone tends to become annoyed because they were supposed to pick up that the mood of the party - not their insides - has in fact changed. <br />
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We do not live in a world where everyone is living inside of a different reality - we share the world. When we are with others we tend to find a balance - certain parts of us come out and meet certain parts of the other and we form a "connection" and for at least a while we try to discuss a reality that is common to both. Or one final example - even if I'm not crying when Mickey dies in Rocky III, it would be silly of my not to understand why someone would in fact be crying at this scene. Someone else might be wondering "Didn't Mr. T just assault him and cause this? Why isn't Mr. T being arrested?" In every case it is apparent we are watching the same reality - even if we focus on different aspects. (Coming up: Watching <i>Road House </i>with David Lynch) drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-78207215110621432572016-10-31T06:46:00.000-07:002016-10-31T11:11:34.277-07:00The Gyroscopic (Pt 1): Towards an Ontology Deleuze suggests that a philosopher invents and plays with concepts; that <i>is </i>their business. So in this spirit I wish to introduce the concept of the gyroscope as a way to understand the manner in which various flows of ideas and desires and beliefs as well as materials and processes intersect and are negotiated in such a way that a self is produced and conceived of as a stable entity. <br />
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Often we are confused that others are able to hold contradictory ideas at the same time. The examples are as familiar as they are banal: "how can you be for/against the death penalty when you are also for/against the state intervening in women's reproductive rights. Both sides clearly see how the other side is hypocritical but claim that their side is actually not a contradiction at all, but rather it's just a matter of understanding some additional information. <br />
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A few things need to be unpacked:<br />
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1) We tend to understand ourselves as static with moments of sadness or depression or anxiety or joy or confusion. In every case what is assumed is that variation is the exception. I believe this is exactly backwards. I am always in a state of change. I'm always excited by this or that thing I'm reading, but then I get bored and so I turn on the tv, and then I flip channels, but then I'm hungry, so I make food, but maybe I ate too much, so now I'm tired and then maybe I wake up and have to use the bathroom. I'm always changing to make things restabalize for brief moments. This is the idea of the gyroscope. I appear stable but in reality that apparent stability is maintained only because of many moving parts working simultaneously.</blockquote>
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2) In his work <i>Hypermodern Times</i> Gilles Lipovetsky discusses that the hypermodern is characterized by an embracing of opposites - the world is both hyperconnected and yet people feel very lonely - we are both close and far away and so on. I think the problem with this sort of model is that it's not ambivalence - there's multiple flows intersecting; it's not simply a matter of opposites. Also, the reason the world is both intimate and distant is not because of some contradiction in logic; it's simply contextual, i.e., in what sense do you mean "intimate." The reason it feels like opposites is because Westerners have been trained to think in dichotomies. </blockquote>
So I don't think people are holding two ideas in different quadrants of their brain because you can point out these contradictions and often people understand - they see both compartments at the same time, and then they usually start attempting to explain away contradictions. I'm not suggesting we all don't hold competing and contradictory ideas - what I'm suggesting is that depending on different scenarios and variables, one idea usually becomes focused while others recede. And I'm arguing this happens for stability - we want to feel at home in the world. We want to avoid doubt when possible. <br />
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Another important event in the emergence of identity is the notion of narrative. Because we believe we need to be a self, we need to understand our self in terms of a story. We do this by taking where we currently and tracing backwards, often coming up with insights like "If you think about it, this is what my life has always been leading to." Of course, this is simply a matter of the narrative moments we freeze and constitute as "significant" at the expense of other events we consider tangential. It would be nihilistic to suggest some events aren't more significant. But I believe that in reality lots of events from lots of possible narrative configurations would also be meaningful - essentially it is not that this or that narrative we construct is inaccurate; rather, it's one out of many, many different possibilities. This is why if one narrative falls apart, often people have some version of "Well I know it seemed like this is what I was supposed to be doing, but actually, now that I've thought about it..." And so on. <br />
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To recap: Stability is not the norm. We seek "stability" by isolating moments and "freezing" them in order to create a narrative whereby our personality and behavior feel logical and predictable. We want to make sense. Also, the instability we feel is not simply because of opposites playing in some kind of Hegelian synthesis that won't resolve; rather, there there are multiple flows that do not resolve into each other - we are always teetering this way and that and trying to feel "at home" in the world. This process over enough time produces this thing we refer to when we say "I." <br />
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The psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan suggested that desire always came from some type of <i>lack</i> - a hole that we attempt to make whole. Lacan thinks this starts during the mirror stage - when a child is about 2 years old and he recognizes that his reflection is not another but rather himself. Lacan imagines the child being held by his mother and both of them gazing into a mirror. The child sees himself and his mother and feels whole and safe. However, after that moment when we stare into the mirror we now see a lack. Where is our mother? Where is our back? Lacan thinks essentially this is the birthplace of desire. <br />
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However, Deleuze and Guattari in their book <i>Anti-Oedipus</i> have a different idea. They believe that desire itself is a productive force, not the result of a lack. They believe that desire essentially produces the world - I write this essay because I desire to understand desire; someone reads it and responds and so forth. (And this is the same process that produces stuff like movies and chairs and lamps and books and discoveries and inventions and everything else) Essentially, D & G see desire as a positive force, whereas Lacan sees desire as originating from a negation. D & G believe that the Oedipal model that is used by Freud and then psychoanalysis thereafter is actually itself a product of capitalism, i.e., Capitalism produces the "Nuclear Family" which of course is the basis for the Oedipal model (father - mother - child) in the first place. In place of psychonalysis, D & G claim that capitalism needs a "schizoanalysis" in order to be understood. <br />
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As I understand this, the argument is that capitalism is creating desires all over the place - I start hearing voices in my head "I need to buy a new gadget; I should watch the new fall lineup; I need to redo my wardrobe; I want the new Nick Cave album; I need a new amplifier; Amazon's right - I do need to buy all those Dostoevsky books I haven't read etc." And these voices don't seem to come from within, but they seem to be pulling hard at my insides. This causes a state of confusion and it seems to endlessly defer meaning. (Well okay the iPhone didn't make me feel complete, but I bet a new TV will help. Well maybe if I watch only art films. I should buy more criterion collection films)<br />
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So it seems to me that it becomes difficult to begin to sort out which desires are important and which ones aren't. For example, I play music, so is my desire for a new amplifier more "pure" than my feeling that a new television will make me happier? It's not as though guitars aren't marketed in the same way that a television would be. So all of this leads to a complicated relationship with desire. Clearly I want things and I think it's good to want things - I'm not an ascetic by a long shot - I've always thought denying pleasure as a form of growth sounded profound but was inapplicable for me. And it seems that there is no meaningful way to tell for sure where these desires come from - I mean even the ones that seem most personal and intimate have historical, materialist origins. That is to say, I wanted to play guitar at a specific moment when I saw a guitar in a store, or was it the moment I saw one on MTV?<br />
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This, I think, leaves us with Nietzsche - which is always a good place to be left - and we must decide whether our desires extend our being, make us stronger, make us larger, or whether they make our spirit whither and force us to live enslaved by desire - or worse where we simply no longer have anything that resembles desire in a classic sense and what we desire is simply to be entertained all the time; we turn into Nietzche's last man - the couch potato. drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-28488718602781909322016-10-24T06:48:00.000-07:002016-10-25T08:37:33.969-07:00The Milk Aisle and Capitalism Camus talks about how ideas come to us when we aren't expecting them; similarly Nicholson Baker talks about how our minds change behind our backs - when we aren't looking. Well both of these ideas coalesced for me at a weird place this weekend: the milk aisle - or the milk section of the larger row that contains what used to be dairy items - except now more than half have no dairy in them. Granted none of this is new - not by a long shot, but somehow, Saturday morning, trying to find the expensive locally-farmed-wonderful-tasting milk, I was struck: Soy Milk, Almond Milk, Cashew Milk, Organic this, non GMO that. Prices ran up to about 6 bucks for a gallon of milk-like product. What the fuck was I supposed to buy? This was going to get complicated. So I started reading ingredients - mostly out of curiosity but then I got confused about how one would get milk out of an almond: Apparently you don't milk the almond. That's good - I probably couldn't have digested anymore new information. (Okay - to be fair, I did already know that. But I had no idea there was a thing called "Cashew Milk") <br />
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And here's the thing that really got me: I think I'm supposed to see all of these choices as a kind of freedom - something to celebrate. Thank god I don't live in one of those backwards-ass places that only have 2 kinds of milk! But I don't - not at all. I see this as competing brand strategies fighting hard to manipulate me into buying products. I mean it's not just the milk aisle - go buy laundry detergent. I mean it's 2016 - all detergents are going to clean your clothes. But <i>Tide </i>needs you to not buy <i>Downey</i> so <i>Tide </i>puts out products that contain other products (fabric softeners) and then <i>Downey </i>makes another commercial with that adorable bear. And so forth and so on until there's so many choices all you can really do is fall back on product loyalty or just admit you don't have a damn clue anymore and just buy the cheaper ones. (I mean I know that you do pay for quality to a degree - but only to a degree)<br />
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I think our culture wants to suggest that all these choices have something to do with freedom. But that idea of freedom is also a marketed product. I wish to suggest that marketing is the meta-discourse of contemporary America. Everything is packaged and sold from milk to presidential candidates. If marketing is the meta-discourse that means primarily the population is seen as a consumer. And of course nothing is less affirming of my belief of myself as an "individual" than realizing I am seen by the marketing world as a prepackaged demographic. I am liberal, over-educated, white, 35-year old, over-consumer of media. <br />
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And I am all of those things, but I'm a million other things too. I am large; I contain multitudes - to invoke Whitman. This isn't an anti-capitalist rant - not exactly. I'm not suggesting we walk into a store and buy "Bread" and "Milk" and "Soda" brought to us by some kind of state agency where everything is in brown cardboard and labeled only by what the product is. That sounds even worse. But I am saying that it's getting a little weird - I'm saying that freedom cannot simply be exercised by consumer choices - that's not freedom at all, really. There is a kind of slavery involved in being prone to act on every impulse and desire - to satisfy every created want - to see one's self as primarily "consumer." This is also not a rant about stuff - I love stuff. My stuff can beat up your stuff. My complaint is that it's really easy to forget that a lot of desires that are floating around in my head, aren't my desires at all. They too are pre-packaged and fabricated and they all promise much more than they deliver. drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-32062015736272508922016-10-21T08:32:00.000-07:002016-10-21T08:42:33.542-07:00On Genius Recently in my Technology and Society course, we watched <i>The Imitation Game</i>, so the students would know something about this guy who made this thing called the "Turing Test" that I keep talking about. The film was a stock Hollywood bio-pic with appropriately placed musical swells, with emphasis on finding adult problems in childhood traumas, and the idea of the solitary, misunderstood genius. <br />
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So what is genius? Well as with most ideas, there's a history that's pretty interesting. Here's the upshot. To the Greeks one was possessed by genius. To us, a person just plain old <i>is </i>a genius. So what's the difference and does it matter? As I see it, the idea that one is possessed by genius means that anyone appropriately sensitive could be possessed by a moment where they feel taken over by a force outside themselves. Sometimes we call these "epiphanies" and sometimes they are attributed to something called a "muse."<br />
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The example that sticks out to me is the story of Archimedes sitting in the bathtub. If anyone is unfamiliar the legend goes like this: The king does not know whether his crown is real gold or not and he tasks Archimedes with finding out, except Archimedes doesn't know how. So after an unproductive day, Archimedes, exhausted, takes a bath. He notices that when he sits down in the bath, the water rises: displacement. "Eureka," he shouts, running naked around town realizing he has solved the puzzle. In this example, Archimedes isn't walking around just being a genius all the time; rather, he was overtaken in a moment of genius and saw a solution that was previously unseeable. <br />
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Genius, at least as we use the term, seems to imply someone who is singularly focused: one learns that David Lynch ate lunch everyday at Bob's Big Boy because he just couldn't be bothered to waste any time thinking about what to eat for lunch. All he could think about was creating <i>Blue Velvet, Lost Highway, Mulholland Drive </i>etc. Or Cezanne paints the same mountain over and over and over because he cannot capture the essence of the mountain - and in doing so he becomes so obsessed that he can't find time to clean up after his pet bird. We have a genius painter in a room full of bird shit. This fits the stereotype perfectly. Or the movie <i>The Devil and Daniel Johnston</i> where we see a musician who is not talented in any traditional sense write hundreds of love songs about one girl who couldn't love him back. While watching that film I remember feeling so conflicted about whether I was seeing someone who was possessed by genius or someone who was just awful and could not accept the fact. <br />
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It seems that we don't call someone a genius who is a generalist. But why? Could someone write the most brilliant Intro to Philosophy book or what about someone who was just an amazing film critic because they were incredibly sensitive to film, not because they had seen hundreds of films or because they could direct a film. That is to say, could someone be a genius as an amateur? Or to circle back, is genius something that someone actually is? <br />
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I can't imagine someone just walking around being a genius all day. What would that look like? Oh my god did you see the way Bob just turned right on red? Fucking brilliant? Oh wow - did you see how he ate that tuna salad? Impeccable! Have you seen him urinate! <br />
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So that leaves the concept that we can have moments of genius - certainly a more democratic idea, but wait a minute - genius can't be democratic, right? Well I guess this is what I think: if one is sensitive, thoughtful, and quiet one can have moments of insight that can reconfigure the world. Turing supposes that only a machine can defeat a machine; Einstein supposed space-time instead of space <i>and </i>time, Derrida presents a paper at Johns Hopkins and gives the world Deconstruction; Jimmy Hendrix places the Vietnam War inside of the National Anthem. These moments changed what came before - rendering much irrelevant, making things that weren't relevant more relevant - they made reality taste differently, feel differently, and we're all better for it - I hope. drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-33345115179957033142016-10-18T09:11:00.000-07:002016-10-21T08:33:53.963-07:00The Monodology I recently reread Leibniz's "Monodology." Most people don't know much about Leibniz - even philosophy majors like me. Leibniz was always taught as a sort of bridge getting from Descartes to Hume and ultimately to Kant. At least in my courses he wasn't considered someone to take seriously. I knew him most through the parody deployed by Voltaire in <i>Candide. </i>Leibniz once said that this must be the best of all possible worlds because if God could have made it better, he would have made it better. Voltaire basically said "Then God fucked up" but with more and different words. Leibniz also argues that God must exist because it's possible that God does exist and since it is a God that grants possibilities in the first place God must be the cause of his own possibility. That sounds crazy, but it's also kind of awesome. And here's why.<br />
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As a philosophy major, you read for truth. You establish truth by creating a systematic study of what a thinker says. You do this by invoking a language with words like "necessary" and "sufficient" and "a priori" and " a posteriori," "subjective" and "objective," and so forth. You invoke logical fallacies and ultimately you prove things. And well, approached this way, Liebniz is caught in what is called "circular reasoning" (Since God is possible, he must exist and he must have caused himself.) After you establish this, you can dismiss a thinker and move on to the next. To do this there's one thing you actually never need to do: Read Leibniz. All of these critiques can be accomplished quickly and simply in an Intro to Philosophy Book, taking up about a page and a half. <br />
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So let's do something radical and actually look at the text. Here's a sentence that gets me excited, "But he (M. Bayle in an attempt to critique Liebniz's belief in a 'universal harmony.') was unable to bring forward any reason why this universal harmony, which means that every substance exactly expresses every other through the relationships it has with them, was impossible." How does a substance have a relationship with all other substances. Leibniz is one of two people that invented Calculus (Newton). They both made their breakthroughs independently - which seems like such a calculusy thing to do. So Leibniz sees objects as a kind of bounded infinity. <br />
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Okay - let's try for an example. When I look at my guitar, I see not only my guitar, but I can also see the effects of the craftsman that worked on it. Now of course he brings with him another multiplicity of connections to other things and so on. I can also see my guitar and notice how it is different from a bass, for example. If I look long enough the history of music seems caught up in this one piece of wood and string. For Leibniz the world folds itself back into objects in a multiplicity of ways. The trick, of course, is to not think one "reading" of the guitar is the final reading. However - and this is what is so difficult to truly grasp - it does not follow that the guitar means whatever you think it means. It's not absolutely infinite - it's a bounded infinity. It is the infinity of calculus. <br />
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Of course there's also the butterfly effect argument that everything, no matter how small, has effects on everything else. In this way too all things are folded back into other things. All becomes cause <i>and </i>effect<i>. </i><br />
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What I most admire about Leibniz is the audacity of the project: I'm going to create a cosmology that is 90 propositions long and takes about an hour to read?! There's something to be said about brevity. I mean it takes a long time to read most people's history of everything (Bible, quantum theory). Leibniz does it in an afternoon. <br />
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The trick - well that's not the right word exactly - is to learn to actually read instead of falling into a categorical judgment: this is wrong because God doesn't exist, for example. That reading dismisses the beauty of the rest of Leibniz's thought. I mean everything is folded into everything - everything is pregnant with a bounded infinity. That's some seriously poetic shit: we are all progenitors of the muck of the world - that we are simultaneously caught up in and constituted by. drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-51750591014748327992016-10-14T06:57:00.001-07:002016-10-14T06:57:08.695-07:00Back at it It's been a while. About 3 years. I thought I'd try to say interesting things. <br />
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Finding the Beat<br />
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Life is rhythm. At this point in my life, I've been a musician for longer than I haven't been. Most of that time was devoted to learning lots of styles of guitar playing: rock, blues, jazz, classical, country and so forth. Recently, however, I bought a drum set. <br />
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It didn't take long before it was obvious that the drums were unique in that they are the only instrument I've ever played where being awful was kind of fun. You could sort of chalk it up to exercise or releasing stress. But of course, it's never fun to <i>stay</i> bad at anything. If I can't get good at something, I usually move on to the next thing. Life's to short to spend too much time sucking. <br />
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So I got better and now I would say I'm not terrible, nor bad, but OK. I can keep rhythm, a few easy fills and get through a song. But here's what became interesting to me playing the drums: finding the beat. Music becomes intensely more metric when a backbeat is added. The drums don't "fill" in the sound, they reconfigure the sound. Changing the drumbeat - how much someone is wailing on a snare drum - how far removed from the pocket they are - changes the sound of everything. <br />
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Often when I play, I put on music - sometimes singer/songwriter stuff that doesn't have a drum part. My job then becomes to locate and establish a beat. So how do you do this? Do you count? Well, maybe at first, but what happens is that your body can sort of tell what works over what song. What I mean is if I sit down and listen, I just start to do what fits. Now, it's not the only thing that would fit. Of course not, but playing was not based around a theoretical understanding of music - of subdivisions or smaller beat patterns with insane sounding names (paradiddles? Really?)<br />
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Instead one must learn to find the beat. <br />
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This works not only for music, but it's true for life in general. We all move to our own unique rhythms. Sometimes we try to take on the rhythms of others. Sometimes it works - "I really like to hang out with X because they bring out another side of my personality." This is nice when two people have complimentary rhythms. Somehow the two people become more than the sum of their parts - their rhythms marble together, sometimes we give ourselves over to their rhythm. Other times, it's just clear that our rhythm will not work with another's. I don't like to walk with people who walk fast. It changes my rhythm and I have to take in the world at a speed I do not enjoy. I'm a stroller. I like to go slowly. <br />
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So it goes. drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-51458024505244379372013-03-27T22:41:00.001-07:002013-03-27T22:41:11.502-07:00Late Night Thoughts On EconomicsThe strangest thing about being liberal in the South is that people who disagree with you in terms of taxes and government spending do not actually gain anything fiscally from their disagreement.<br />
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So why do people who, say, work for the state or are lower middle-class to working poor, but religious in a usually evangelical way dislike liberal economic policies?<br />
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There have been numerous books and studies and I guess it'd be more effective to just say read "What's the Matter with Kansas," or my personal favorite "Deer Hunting with Jesus," but I know most people who disagree with my position wouldn't do that. Which to be fair, I'm probably not going to read a 70 page monologue by Ayn Rand. (Though I did read Anthem and a bunch of pages from one of her Objectivist books)<br />
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Okay so here goes: what sustains us as a people - not just us, any people - is narrative. And the conservative narrative is much more pleasant. That narrative suggests that freeloaders get in the way, unskilled, lazy people are the problem with wages, and if you can't get a job, it's because either 1) you don't want a job or 2) you've fucked up so bad in the past that you can't be surprised that nobody wants to hire you. <br />
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The beauty of that narrative is that it eliminates any systemic criticism. That is to say, if you're screwed, it's because you screwed yourself. We will call this the "Masterbation theory."<br />
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Okay and why do these people hate liberal ideas of, say, systemic racism? Well to their mindset not only does it excuse personal failure (and let's be honest, sometimes it's used that way) it suggests that the very concept of "America" as they understand it is flawed. <br />
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And but so... What exactly is the liberal argument? <br />
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This is the problem. It really hasn't been well articulated. The Left needs a better narrative. Usually it's reactionary - "Well I mean he would have gotten a promotion but the system is racist, or she should have gotten promoted by the system is sexist." And so forth. And while I personally agree that both of these happen very, very often, it's a negative critique, i.e., it suggests what's wrong with the system in place; it doesn't suggest an alternative. (I'm being unfair to liberals here, but it's for a larger point)<br />
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So.... Liberals, and by liberal I personally mean people who believe that Capitalism should attempt to grant opportunities across the board in hopes of producing a better citizenry; people who believe that we have to have certain regulations in place to make sure that people are given similar opportunities to access the "American Dream" as dreamy as it probably is; people who believe that Corporations are not excluded from the same ethical framework we would apply to people; people who believe that difference is not simply a "Political Correct" notion, but a notion that allows a democracy to be fucking awesome and so forth, must give a positive idea of why their values are valuable. We have to embrace statements like "Of course I'm liberal, why wouldn't anybody be?" As opposed to "Well I mean I'm liberal, but I'm not like a crazy person or anything." <br />
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Essentially, what I see is that poles are suggesting the population is moving left of both parties while the parties are moving right because of an obvious income imbalance between the rich and the poor, i.e., people have no money these days compared to the wealthy who run the planet. And politicians and policy makers obviously want their jobs to continue. So, the wealthy control legislation. This, of course, is the pickle.<br />
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I would personally be for using the word "sycophant" more often. Often I see people who just want to be rich - it's a sort of wet-dream-republicanism. Let's call them out on that. I'd also suggest pointing out that the exact dichotomy I'm painting is too simple. I always claim the term "Left" but never "Democrat." As far as I can tell Democrats are basically just Republican Light who talk nicer in terms of Social Issues but rarely do much to better social standings. <br />
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And but so, I don't know how to end this. I'm frustrated and often left feeling helpless. But I think most people I know, as evidenced by strong support for Gay Marriage, which I know via Facebook, are far more open than the television suggests. I just hope the Left can make a narrative that's both honest and non-reactionary. More to come. drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-83240331569302039292013-01-28T11:49:00.001-08:002013-01-28T11:49:38.612-08:00On Moods I have realized many days that I have completely stopped (obviously until now) keeping this whole blog thing going. It's weird - all of a sudden, I just didn't have much to say. Or, rather, I had stuff to say but nothing felt important/interesting/funny enough to write down. So today that is what I'm thinking about: that weird phenomenon that happens when all of a sudden we just stop doing something we had previously done religiously - sometimes religion is one of those things. <br />
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For example, there were summers when I was about 16 where my friend Lee and I went fishing everyday - and I mean that damn-near literally. We were on a first-name basis with local bait and tackle shop owners, we had complex and sometimes misguided theories of how to catch what. (We were particularly bad at catching catfish and also getting catfish back in the water when we were actually successful) Then one day - I don't remember when - I just lost interest in it. There's a whole slew of current friends that would be surprised that I ever cared so much about fishing. <br />
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I guess my point is that moods come over us, we get swept up, and then sometimes we move on. Sometimes it comes full circle - sometimes you're just finished with whatever you had gotten caught up with in the first place. I'm thinking of Chris Cooper's character in <i>Adaptation</i> explaining that he loves the ocean but no longer sets foot in the ocean and explaining: "That's how much fuck fish." <br />
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So hopefully today will begin a new period of strange musings. Even as I'm typing now, I can feel the loss of rhythm I had accumulated over about a year of pretty solid postings. Well, all that being said. Cheers to everyone who has stuck around reading this thing. drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-33422888915036834852012-05-14T21:26:00.002-07:002012-05-14T22:30:06.286-07:00Joy and PleasureReading Facebook posts tonight and I'm struck, again, by the wave of posters with captions. Who started this shit and can we make it stop? Probably not.<br />
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Well, okay. Here's what I'm noticing. At least from my Facebook friends, most of the posts are bitter, mean, sarcastic, devoid of joy and boring. Most of them suggest that our current political situation sucks. Now, to be fair, the one's that say that opposite are equally annoying.<br />
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Now, what annoys me - the cause for this post - isn't that I agree or disagree with any of them in particular. It's the utter lack of joy in so many of the posts. They seem to want to paint the world as one big pain in the ass - one evil place to live where only politicians get their way.<br />
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Okay - so they're kind of right. The rich do win. Politicians are bought and constantly lie. All this is true, but yet I'm left with a sorrow that goes beyond the political situation. Are people not experiencing joy anymore? I mean even when we were in huge - literally - World Wars - there was joy in the literature. I mean read the existentialists carefully. Kafka is hilarious - Camus is always affirmative. Beckett - well, okay - I don't know, but fuck it I love the guy.<br />
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But when I look at these posts tonight - I don't care about the political side - what I'm sad about is an utter lack of joy. The world IS. We need Nietzsche in these times. Whatever it is - say YES. Hate politicians - fine - hate the president - fine - but please find some moment for joy and pleasure. The world gives. The world is illuminated. The world is also a totally fucked-up place - but let's not forget the former because of the latter. (And this is not some statement about "balance." I mean something far simpler.)drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-40481383335938156172012-05-03T16:04:00.000-07:002012-05-04T06:36:03.302-07:00Jerry McGuire and TruthSo the wonderfully cute kid in Jerry McGuire utters three truths: the human head weighs 8 lbs, bees and dogs smell fear, and my neighbor has three rabbits.<br />
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What's interesting about this, to me anyways, is that they are all true but true in really different ways. The first statement is true by way of average. Maybe nobody's head has ever weighed 8lbs, but the average of all human heads is 8 lbs. And then there's other interesting questions about who's head counts as human. I would guess that figure does not count infants' heads as heads. But we get what is meant - the statement works.<br />
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The next claim is basically universal. We assume ALL dogs and bees smell fear. Of course there are always outliers, but ostensibly they are so small as to be explained - like people who can't see colors. Though, there's a huge and really interesting assumption about fear being something you can smell. What a bizarre and extremely cool idea. I can smell your fear, literally.<br />
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Finally, my neighbor has three rabbits. This is by far my favorite of the three. Not just because it's the funniest. Well here's the thing: it's the funniest because it's local. So the idea, what makes it humorous, is that we think Truth should not be local. However, this proves the opposite point - Truth is more exact exactly when it's local. So while my neighbor might not have three rabbits - in fact they don't - they have a litter of loud, hellspawn kids who embrace life in a way that is beautiful despite my dislike for their kind.<br />
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So Truth is complicated.<br />
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The little kids declarations are the most interesting part of this movie, which has one of my least favorite ideas of love: you complete me. Disgusting. I want to date people who are already whole. It's sweet; it's sentimental. But I don't agree with it. However, I love that kid explaining Truth.drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-66257537386671489802012-04-11T21:42:00.002-07:002012-04-11T22:16:43.577-07:00IdeologyIdeology is the death of thinking. One of the great ironies is that one of the most ideological philosophies is Marxism - which, of course, is based on materialism. In fact, more often than not, I find most of the ideological critiques to be based on a sort of crank-turning nihilism that is always moving-towards-death. <br /><br />This is basically in response to Coffeen's post about the manner in which someone should critique. Being in academia is an existence that fluctuates between utter boredom and sublime enthrallment. I love when I hear critiques that make something old look new - something familiar look weird. What I hate, despise is critiques that squash difference. "Hey look how this is about my theory too." Now, to be fair, I've done this too. For quite a number of years, everything I saw was proof that Heidegger was correct. But I think, I hope, I've grown out of that. <br /><br />Perhaps the problem is that academia thinks it's job is about changing something - fixing the evil capitalist, racist, sexist ideologies that exist. Now - to be fair - we have helped that, a little, maybe, I think. But what we should be about is making texts exciting - making people want to read these texts that make us think and rethink. There's no reason to tell a person what a text must mean - but there is nothing more beautiful than showing someone how a text can mean - how it can go and hopefully how it can go in many different ways simultaneously.drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-89254177099388707612012-03-26T13:22:00.001-07:002012-03-26T13:29:45.119-07:00Bikers and IronyThe standard sort of conversation that was discussed following the death of David Foster Wallace was that his project was an attempt to combat irony. In fact he often mentioned that post-modernism had ran its course and in a wonderful essay on television and US Fiction, he argues that irony is simply not good for the soul. <br /><br />I say that to say this: Bikers are not ironic. There can be no hipster biker. I recently played two gigs for a set of bikers and we played, well, Biker Music. So I'm playing some tunes that I don't really care too much for - songs by people like Kid Rock, for example. However, while I was playing them - to quote a line from a piece of ironic fiction - I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity: the people listening to these songs, really like these songs. They are meaningful to them and they see nothing wrong with enjoying music that reflects and reinforces a world they understand. <br /><br />I don't mean this to sound condescending - in fact I mean the finger to basically point back at me - "my people," liberal academics or whatever group I am also in. Basically, what struck me as both sad and illuminating is that none of my friends - myself included - can listen to a lot of music without a stance of irony - a subtle sneer. I have friends that love to point out that the song by Alanis Morissette misuses the word "ironic."<br /><br />Where this gets complicated is that I have to admit I get a certain amount of joy out of sneering at a few things - Irony is almost a default position and I don't think it's always a bad thing. In fact, a lot of times I think it's a great thing, but I do ultimately agree with DFW that if everything becomes irony - if everything is always-already a parody, something is lost and that loss is hard to articulate but easy to feel.drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-30086001368914467132012-03-13T23:04:00.002-07:002012-03-13T23:54:30.385-07:00On ChoiceAnd so my students, in general think of themselves as radically free-willed individuals. They make choices. They do shit. And they are right, up to a point. The problem is an extension of my last post - our American ideology and even down to the grammatical structure of our language suggest a subject spewing his will all over the object world. <br /><br />But the world fights back. Reality has its own structure - now you're part of reality, obviously, but you don't control the structure of the world; however, you do contribute, alter, play with, and do all kinds of other things to help that structure be a structure.<br /><br />So what tends to happen, as I see it, is that things that appear as choices have pull, have a sort of ontologic and even theologic magnetism. For example, I could choose to not use the internet tomorrow, but I would constantly feel it working on me, trying to seduce me. And like most people, I actually don't have the choice, unless I don't want to be capitalistically viable, to not get online. I teach - I check email. I fucking hate email, but I must check it and respond to it, no matter how poorly written it is. On the plus side, student emails are often a good source of interpretative practice in making meaning - or making mean, which is what I seem to be doing now. <br /><br />Point being - you aren't in control. You are always-already responding. However, you have some control. You can usually choose a more or less meaningful response. I mean sometimes you're just sort of screwed - if the cop asks me why I was speeding - I don't have much room for meaningful response. I think the correct answer is something like "I'm sorry - I'm dying - I'm on my period (which I doubt would work for me, though in a transgendered, hyper-politically correct world, who knows), I am in need of evacuation and so forth. But usually, one has choices, in fact, usually one has too many choices. <br /><br />But this in itself is still part of the system. If I'm hungry I have lots of choices; however, I don't have choices that aren't there. If I want fastfood I'm in luck in my town; if I want Thai food I'm not. So the choices are always-already limited by the environment. <br /><br />The point is pretty simple - you aren't in control and neither is the "world." What you are involved in is a constantly evolving negotiation of possibilities. <br /><br />Okay why does this really matter? Well I am thinking of this in terms of the larger framework of Global Capitalism and something occurred to me in the reading and thinking about Don Delillo's amazingly smart novel <span style="font-style: italic;">Cosmopolis</span>: sometimes the very notion of free-will turns back on itself in weird and violent ways. <br /><br />In America we are constantly taught an ideology of autonomy. You are you - I am me - and we are not connected unless we choose to be. (Sounds like a bad nursery rhyme) So if this is the ideology that's being manifested it means that outliers - Occupy (Wall Street and so forth) people (who I always pulled for) and extremists like the Unibomber (who I didn't pull for, but will say he's more interesting than most terrorists - not sure that's worthy of an award though) actually contribute to the ideology of choice, which creates the idea that we have a functioning democratic system. "How can you say people don't have power - look at all those protesters?" But those protesters, since they don't have the resources to radically change the global, end up reinforcing the system they are so very mad it. And to be clear - I want them to keep it up, but strategy is more important than ever. <br /><br />Finally, just to be appropriately recursive: did I have a choice to write this? Yes. Sure. I could have not written it. However, did I feel compelled? Yes. Am I responding to the world? Yes. Perhaps the most appropriate term is neither free-will or determinism, but rather the old, wonderful religious term: vocation. Vocation means that the world calls and you choose to respond. But it's not one choice among many - the choice is to "become who you are" or nihilism. Perhaps not that drastic - but perhaps THAT drastic. <br /><br />Oh - and nothing is behind anything - that one is still coming in full, and partially implied here.drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315516118091396325.post-20283262564433684952012-03-12T17:40:00.004-07:002012-03-12T18:12:12.409-07:00The Metaphysics of The SentenceIf you read people like Derrida eventually you're going to run across the idea that the English language - or languages in general - are always/already involved in metaphysics. Now as a philosophy undergrad, I didn't really understand that. It sounded correct, but I couldn't quite grasp it.<br /><br />Well years later, I finally gave the lecture on the metaphysics of the sentence, assuring myself that I might, maybe, know what the hell that means.<br /><br />So one of my students in ENG 111 (Expository Writing) asks me about my PhD. And I go - well my focus is Rhetoric and Literary theory. I'm interested in the theoretical. And I go - here's an example.<br /><br />And I write this: "Bob hit the ball."<br /><br />Well we could diagram it - or point out that it's Subject-Verb-Direct Object. But, I say, that would be boring. (Now for teachers out there - I do teach them this stuff, but it's not what I care about.)<br /><br />So I go English language is active/violent by it's construction. (Violence being used loosely) English is always an active subject knocking about in a passive world. It's the metaphysics of our grammar. And, well, it's both good and bad - easier to understand if you put the subject early in the sentence, but always implying a world that's not active which is philosophically, well, wrong.<br /><br />And I get blank stares from lots - which I would have also given this stare in their position. So I give them the counter example - and I'm proud of this one: Yoda. (This one's for you Phillip)<br /><br />Yoda is basically a Buddhist and hence he speaks in basically passive voice. Yoda would say something like "Hit the ball I did." Now, we usually just laugh and go "That's how Yoda talks." But it's not an accident. Yoda is talking in a way that conforms to his metaphysical understanding of the world. Yoda thinks the whole problem is a bunch of active subjects thinking they beat up on and manipulate the world of objects. And perhaps we should learn something from him - perhaps not adopt his rhetoric, but embrace the lesson that is metaphysically behind it. (Next time we'll discuss how nothing is being anything. Or something like that.)<br /><br />Wrote an essay I did.drwatsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16184322472302989822noreply@blogger.com0