New Translation of Lichtenberg

Here is a new translation of Lichtenberg’s work. As some will know I’m a great admirer of Lichtenberg and his equally endearing contemporary Adam Smith. I had the great privilege of meeting Reg Hollingdale who was a translator of Lichtenberg. If you are looking for a great commuting read, something that is accessible (i.e. aphoristic), provocative and amusing, few come better than Lichtenberg.

Despite having lived over two hundred years ago (July 1, 1742 – February 24, 1799) Georg Christoph Lichtenberg even from our current perspective, is temperamentally speaking, a thoroughly modern man. Were he alive today Lichtenberg might well have filled the role of public intellectual (or free-thinker) in his threefold capacity of scientist, atheist, and satirist. Whether or not Lichtenberg could be considered a philosopher in a conventional sense, i.e. professionally, he was certainly philosophical. Lichtenberg was well-known to some of the greatest minds of the Western world. He personally knew Kant and Goethe, Nietzsche, admired him, as did Wittgenstein who introduced Russell to Lichtenberg’s writing, Despite his Anglophilia and the high-esteem in which he has been held, Lichtenberg is still relatively unknown in the English speaking world: while much of his writings have been translated into English, there exists only one book-length treatment. The secondary literature is, for the most part, in German.

Marquee Moon/Torn Curtain

I remember
How the darkness doubled
I recall
Lightning struck itself.
I was listening
Listening to the rain
I was hearing
Hearing something else.

Life in the hive puckered up my night,
The kiss of death, the embrace of life.
There I stand neath the Marquee Moon Just waiting,
Hesitating…
I ain’t waiting

I spoke to a man
Down at the tracks.
I asked him
How he don’t go mad.
He said “Look here junior, don’t you be so happy.
And for Heaven’s sake, don’t you be so sad.”

Well a Cadillac
It pulled out of the graveyard.
Pulled up to me
All they said get in.
Then the Cadillac
It puttered back into the graveyard.
And me,
I got out again.

 

 

Torn Curtain reveals another play.
Torn Curtain, Such an expose!
I’m uncertain when beauty meets abuse.
Torn Curtain loves all ridicule.
Tears… tears rolling back the years
Years… Flowing by like tears.
Tears holding back the years.
Years. The tears I never shed.
The years I’ve seen before
Torn Curtain giving me the glance.
Torn Curtain bringing on the trance.
I’m not hurting: Holding to the thread.
Torn Curtain lifts me on the tread.
Torn Curtain feels more like a rake.
Torn Curtain – how much does it Take?
Burn it down
Tears, tears. Years, years.

The Mind of a Chef

This series could be promising since Bourdain is behind it. My concern however is that Bourdain’s louche street-wise production values will dominate, setting the tone that might not be best for others like Chang. I think Chan is really is a culinary genius rather than being a competent and knowledgeable cook who travels around. I ate at his  Momofuku Noodle Bar and it must rate as one of the most wonderful Asian meals I’ve had washed down by the most beautiful sake I’ve ever had.

Here is the PBS trailer:

Searle on externalism

Can you say a few words on where we are, today, in the externalism-internalism debate?

I have never been able to see any merit in the arguments for externalism. The most famous account is probably Putnam’s Twin Earth argument. I think he did succeed in showing that the checklist conception of the definition of general terms is inadequate. So it will not do to try to define water as a “clear, colorless, tasteless liquid, etc”. I think there may be a causal and indexical component in the definition. So, for example, water is identical with any substance that bears the relation “same liquid” to whatever is causing this visual experience. In other words water is defined in terms of an indexical definition. But the falsity of the checklist conception does not show the truth of externalism. Internalism is the view that the resources of the mind are sufficient to fix the conditions of satisfaction of intentional states in general and the meanings of words in particular. I have never seen any effective argument against this, and I think most of the arguments really reveal a failure to understand the nature of indexicality.

Radical Temporality and the Modern Moral Imagination: Two Themes in the Thought of Michael Oakeshott

Here are some deep excerpts (the fifth in the series) from the dean of Oakeshott studies, Tim Fuller.

In short, the practical life is constituted in efforts to alter our existence as we currently understand it or to ward off alterations that threaten what we at present take to be satisfactory. Initiating change or defending against change are both alterations and, as they are ever present, have no point of termination. We may talk of programs or plans for change, but we do not require programs or plans for us to be immersed in the experience of change, which proceeds regardless of programs or plans. The conduct of life is inseparable from the experience of change, and every attempt to get beyond the felt necessity of change is an effort to get beyond the life that we have been given.

Since this radical temporality is a universal condition of human existence, all human actions belong to the realm of change, including actions that aim to bring changes to conclusive closure. We talk of what is practical or impractical, but these terms are themselves immersed in the medium of change about which we are trying to get our bearings. What is practical or impractical is a matter that can never be finally settled, because human conduct can never be finally settled except perhaps in death. “Practice is activity, the activity inseparable from the conduct of life and from the necessity of which no living man can relieve himself” (EM, 257). “Change we can believe in” is an argument within this endlessness, as is the proposition to be “suspicious of all change.” We need hardly profess belief in change, although much rhetorical energy is spent in such professions; indeed, we have no choice but to accept it. Believing that this or that particular change is the change to end all changes requires suspension of disbelief of a certain kind.

Nevertheless, there is a tendency to imagine ideal worlds that are taken to exist independently and that we wish to bring into the currently unsatisfactory world to transform it. This too is natural to us and is implied in our desire to transcend the ordeal of change, and as well because we quite understandably want to assuage the pains of conscious existence. Such ideal worlds may be helpful in clarifying our self-understanding and purposes to ourselves, but the reality in which we are immersed, and which we experience as transcending the momentary and evanescent, is never captured by the images of it that we make for ourselves, even if we fall in love with those images, as we frequently do.

The attempted escape from the endlessness of practical life is only the promise of ultimate rescue at some distant point when what we think we want now will come to pass in such a way that we will be glad to have it. As Hegel reminds us, however, much human effort is spent in undoing the results of our past successes. In this situation we have the experience of freedom but seek a condition beyond freedom. The unavoidable question of what our freedom is for dramatizes the predicament we are considering. The ordeal of freedom is that we must deal with the question of purpose, direction, or  the conversation of mankind redemption. We participate in defining what purpose, direction, or redemption means, even as we want these to have independent validity in themselves. We understand ourselves to be deciding for ourselves how we ought to be, but how do we deal with the absence of a voice to proclaim, “Well done thou good and faithful servant”?

We must, then, live in radical temporality, but we do not have to live for it. We can come to terms with it by acknowledging it and learning to expect no more of it than it gives. “To philosophize is to learn how to die.” But traditional philosophy is drawn to a transcendent dimension of which we would say not that “it ought to be” but that “it is” and does not require to be “put into practice.” The temporal/mortal existence gives rise to the thought of its negation or its completion in the eternal/immortal. But unless we experience this through living fully in the present moment we will at best have a momentary sense of release from our ineluctable time-boundedness.

Remembering Odetta

Odetta died on this day in 2008 – here is her NYT obituary. I happened to spend two days with her thirty years ago when I was assigned to be her assistant when she was being filmed for a studio concert. She was very warm and materteral making no diva demands whatsoever. What I recall most vividly was our talking about Josh White who of course she knew well. I can’t say that we talked about the civil rights movement but we did talk about music and specifically about White’s version of St. James Infirmary Blues – I think it amazed her that a whippersnapper such as myself would not only know of White but was so drawn to his music. Speaking of  St. James Infirmary Blues here is Cab Calloway’s version which he performed at a dreadful bar in the nondescript Le Méridien Etoile. My chum and I nursed (much to the staff’s chagrin) two outrageously expensive and crap drinks right up front for the two sets Cab and his daughter performed. Towards the end of the second set he said something like “glad to see so many people my own age here”  (Cab was 76 in 1984) and came over to Marc and I and shook our hands. Keep in mind that despite his new-found  fame from the Blues Brothers movie no-one there  gave a shit about this incredibly talented and characterful chap.

Here is Odetta and for good measure Josh White and Cab:

Oakeshott Memorial

Here is the programme of the Oakeshott memorial compiled by Tim Fuller and given to me by Ken Minogue. Since Oakeshott was born and died in December, this is the first posting of the month.

Marcus Aurelius

In troubled times, perhaps there is no better philosophical wisdom than The Meditations to help ease the mind. For an overview of this amazing mind, see here. Whatever museum I happen to be visiting, if they have a bust of Marcus Aurelius, I’m always very quickly drawn to it.

Jazz network

Here is a lovely and dynamic visualization of a Jazz network. Place your cursor anywhere and begin playing around (zoom in/out, drag, click). Maybe “Pops” should be designated the equivalent of an Erdős number.

Linked Jazz’s new visualization tool developed by Matt Miller visualizes the social connections between jazz musicians. Various modes allow the user to view the network in new ways. Fixed mode pins the individuals with the most connections to the outer perimeter. Free mode groups individuals together based on the number of connections they have. Similar mode arranges individuals based on their number of shared connections. Dynamic mode allows users to add individuals themselves and see their shared connections.

Linked Jazz