Check out my chum’s freely available article.
He sat down under the cistern and sniffed a handful of soil. The silence was disjunct. It ran concurrently with one and did not flow from the past. Each passing second was packaged in cottony silence. It had no antecedents. Here was three o’clock but it was not like three o’clock in Mississippi. In Mississippi it is always Wednesday afternoon, or perhaps Thursday. The country there is peopled, a handful of soil strikes a pang to the heart, dêjà vus fly up like a shower of sparks. Even in the Southern wilderness there is ever the sense of someone close by, watching from the woods. Here one was not watched. There was no one. The silence hushed everything up, the small trees were separated by a geometry of silence. The sky was empty map space. Yonder at Albuquerque forty miles away a mountain reared up like your hand in front of your face.
This is the locus of pure possibility, he thought, his neck prickling. What a man can be the next minute bears no relation to what he is or what he was the minute before.
Just published — coauthored by the current dean of ontology studies, Barry Smith. Really worth checking out Barry’s youtube channel.
This from OffBeat — yep, especially sad about the Karnofsky store!
It’s hard to believe, but when it comes to landmarks from Louis Armstrong’s childhood and his teen years in New Orleans—the years where he learned to play and he formulated his wisdom, ideas, and the great humanity that drove him for the rest of his life—there is almost nothing left: just parking lots and ugly, mid-’60s, municipal, urban architecture.
The very excellent Dave Hoekstra discusses the life and career of late soul legend Curtis Mayfield with his wife Altheida, who shares her memories of the man and the artist, his roots in Chicago, his philosophy towards music, and plans for a celebration observing the 60th anniversary of Mayfield starting his music career.
It has been reported that John Holland has passed away.
If the title and the video has no resonance then check out Jackson’s later eponymously titled paper. For a conspectus of the industry generated by Jackson’s thought experiment see Qualia: The Knowledge Argument.
Most will probably know Dorian Electra from her video “I’m in Love with Friedrich Hayek” (see second vid): the Mary video is infinitely sharper, better executed and not at all cringeworthy. ‘Tis the season when they are parachuted into college for indoctrination so Kudos to the then 20 year old for her independent-mindedness and sense of humour standing out from the bleating fuckwittery of the instrumental-ideological flock.
The man behind one of the great television satires The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin, centering on the drudgery of suburban middle class Britain, has died. David Nobbs was prescient about the creeping banality and self-important and meaningless jargon of corporate culture and the dumbest of instantiations of consumerism with the luck of the market — Grot. In many respects, it was the precursor to The Office. Leonard Rossiter and John Barron ably supported by Geoffrey Palmer were all perfectly cast and hilarious with the most wonderful scathes, mixed metaphors, malapropisms, dundrearyisms and cliches. Every office has a David and a Tony – great, super, clichesville USA! Don’t bother with the remakes of either the two British versions (one with the original cast sans Rossiter) nor indeed of the American version — they fall flat. See the second vid about the making of the show — much of it reminds me of Ignatius at Levy Pants.
Here’s a very useful close-grained conspectus sharing the same title of an earlier piece by Susan Hurley. Unsurprisingly, Hayek nor Simon are nowhere to be seen and surprisingly Heylighen et al are referenced.
Nice piece especially if one is a Mishima fan and like me one has yet to visit Japan, Japan being one of the very few countries on my travel bucket list:
Perhaps this explains why the author Yukio Mishima took his pen name from the city, though the writer claimed that he just happened to be passing in a train while pondering a nom de plume, requisitioning the name on the spot.
In a previous post I linked to Schrader’s Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters but since the video has been removed, here is another upload:
