Friday, April 04, 2008

The Resurrection

Listening to Mahler's Second this evening, with Todd and Joshana, there was a moment I thought: "I know it's supposed to be glorious and life-affirming, but I just don't believe it. Don't believe in the Final Judgment, don't believe in the supernatural. So I'll always miss some of that grandeur."

But then the choir swelled, the tam-tams burst, and everything soared, and by God, I believed, I believed! Nothing is lost! Everything that lives will live again!

I turned smiling to Joshana. She was smiling too.

Todd also accused me of blogging about nothing but dualism. I suppose that's fair, though strange, as I don't feel particularly committed to either materialism or dualism. I do think many materialists dismiss dualist arguments too flippantly. Todd jokingly suggests I go after a philosophy Ph.D. If only he knew how jejune my commentary is.

I do believe that's the first time I've ever used the word "jejune." Those word of the day calendars are paying off. Now if I can just find an opportunity to drop "sitzmark."

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Oh My

What a beehive I've kicked.

Works Cited

The books were the ghosts--or maybe the avatars--of what had been destroyed.

They made sounds, groaning, hissing, whispering. Conspiring. Deep in the alleyways, some of the books were in chains.

"Gotta watch out for Das Kapital," said Rivera.

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There had been a few debacles in the late teens, when major belief structures had produced some awful art. Some were so bad that the circles themselves had shriveled and died. Who heard of Tines anymore, or Zones of Thought?


Vernor Vinge, Rainbows End

My Right Shoulder is Going to Be So Huge

Jay and I had an epic racquetball series today.

Honesty requires I report Jay won, 3-2, mainly by cheating, with a smattering of luck.

Truth be told, I can barely move. But my roommate's gone, so somehow I found the energy for... naked dancing throughout the condo. A good naked condo dance requires a skillfully carried loaf of French bread (after all, our windows face the street), and one iTunes playlist set on shuffle, all ABBA.

I was reading some comment threads on materialism vs. dualism, my topic du jour, when I found some guy ably defending Chalmers's basic property dualism argument, nearly by himself. Here's a philosophy professor, thought I, that the Internet could use more of, and so I sent him an email, complimenting. He wrote back and asked me if I was the same Scott Scheule who writes for Distributed Republic, and then, as I couldn't think of a good lie and had to admit I was, he mildly gushed a thank you.

I guess two things interesting here: 1. I mistook a college student for someone with tenure, to his credit; and 2. he thought my approval has more weight than I'd ever allot it, to mine.

Now, to sleep off the shame of my thrashing at the racket of Tamboli.

Christ, I'm glad they've got raquetball in heaven.

[3/30/2008 11:32:34] Scott says: Bring 2 rackets.

[3/30/2008 11:32:47] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
Racquets?

[3/30/2008 11:32:59] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
That doesn't sound right.

[3/30/2008 11:33:11] Scott says:
It's pronounced, rac-kay.

[3/30/2008 11:33:29] Scott says: Like that Sly Stallone movie.