Purges
I just completed what was, for me, a very liberating experience. As some of you may recall, I was a finalist for several national scholarships ranging from the Rhodes to the Mellon Fellowship for the Humanities. Well, I have a tendency to save e-mails of particular importance to myself at the time. Among them were various letters of condolences from members of the committees who had supported my candidacies along the way. I have deleted these because as I read them I realized that they no longer meant anything to me. This felt good because at the time I had allowed these acceptances and subsequent rejections to affect me perhaps more than they should have. Now that these rememberences are gone, I feel that much more free of their influences. Moreover, I stumbled across a few old correspondences with Kate. These are also now gone. I feel good in having done these seemingly simple housekeeping tasks.
In other news, I received the books I ordered the other day. In perusing them, I am once again reminded of why I have put Wittgenstein aside so many times in the past. From the very first claim, in his attempt at utter clarity, there is seeming ambiguity: "The world is all there is." Well, what's the world? "FACTS." OH! I see... (right). Well, I'll struggle through and give it a preliminary read before the class begins, else I could be screwed. I was looking particularly forward to the Bergson book, but now I think I'll read Paul Crowther's book on art first. He's a philosopher employing the methods I tend to favor: a historically based pluralism.
I am actually working right now. Galen wants me to do spot-checking on the dissertation, and it needs to be mailed by Monday. This means I have to kill my Saturday night. Maybe I'll watch a movie later. blech.
In other news, I received the books I ordered the other day. In perusing them, I am once again reminded of why I have put Wittgenstein aside so many times in the past. From the very first claim, in his attempt at utter clarity, there is seeming ambiguity: "The world is all there is." Well, what's the world? "FACTS." OH! I see... (right). Well, I'll struggle through and give it a preliminary read before the class begins, else I could be screwed. I was looking particularly forward to the Bergson book, but now I think I'll read Paul Crowther's book on art first. He's a philosopher employing the methods I tend to favor: a historically based pluralism.
I am actually working right now. Galen wants me to do spot-checking on the dissertation, and it needs to be mailed by Monday. This means I have to kill my Saturday night. Maybe I'll watch a movie later. blech.