10 July 2013


Workout: 20 minutes: 200 low-rise steps. Pushing off right foot, was in agony owing to the old pain of this “Big C” by 50 steps. Switching feet helps … a little, and then there is naught for it but old glory, do or die, I say you fellows do hark forward chaps, right-you-swine-this-will-read-well-in-the-South-China-Morning-Post spirit for it and one crosses the finish line of 200 steps in about 12 minutes.

No painkiller before, one after. Now, feel some flashes in the context of an hour’s relief. My “rule” is I have to work through what would have been showstoppers before this disease to build up the healthy, cancer-resistant part of my body.

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Right-ho. Right? Right.

Reading the Cambridge Companion to Kant as part of my study of the Critique. Depth of scholarship. Made me rethink my approach for Essay One in this simulation of Professor Langton’s Open Courseware class, on what Kant meant by his question “how are a priori synthetic judgements possible?”, what Kant meant by this question, does he succeed in meeting his stated goal as defined, and to evaluate Kant’s proposed answers to the question.

I have to zero in more on Kant and start my own thinking later. I still maintain, of course, that doing the history of philosophy including monographs is itself a form of philosophy; just as one most successfully teaches a poem when the student and you write and rewrite it according to its immanent law, you are doing what Kant does, that is, in philosophy, just as when you stumble up the mountain after the Outward Bound instructor in wilderness education you do what she does, as you stumble after Kant you must seek to think his thought.

Loved to air this before those convenience store clerks at Wikipedia: the history of philosophy is philosophy.

They would instantly deny that this was so, for my mere ability to write, and come up with this original thought, filled them with lower-middle-class resentment for they were the unwashed uncertified who lacked my facility with words and therefore classed me, despite my lack of certification, with the professorial certified whom they hated with an abiding passion for being, in their gate-keeper role, the ones that made them financial analysts and not tenured professors all cozy and nice.

They therefore vented on my shine-on half-bullshit (truths expressed in the way most creditable to me) about Nash and Princeton and adjunct and stuff and I am now one of the Wikipedia ‘orribles. No big loss, and y’all can come here for relief from wikipedia’s lack of a point of view, something that I do not regard as a virtue.]

Tessa, Esme, and Grumpy Cat and Kant

Edward G. Nilges, “Tessa, Esme, Grumpy Cat and Kant”, Pencil and Ink A4 paper.

Tessa Dances, Esme Thinks as does Grumpy Cat. Mama sleeps (sleepeh).

Grumpy Cat asks “you call this an ontological assay?” To which we reply, “Well, yes, Grumpy Cat! And the fact that our experience of the sunrise is not equivalent to ‘sensation’ – ‘sensation’ being something that computers ‘do’ – means that it’s Sensation x, where x is the I, the Soul, Thou Art That – and x is immortal ‘whatever that may mean’: time language doesn’t apply to it. We may be ‘dipped’ into time and space as a tribulation, as punishment as in Buddhism for the sins of a previous dip.

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