Tuesday evening our Philosophy Discussion Group meets at Beans & Leaves Cafe in Long Grove. Our “launch pad” essay for last night was POLITENESS by Quinn Norton. Quinn Norton is a blogger, journalist, photographer. She comments upon the movements that roil our post-modern, globalized, social world. You may have a look at one of…
Tuesday morning, gray sky, warm and a light rain is falling. Feels like May in late February. Wish that I knew what this radical momentary departure from winter means. Perhaps it means nothing, portends nothing that is to come. After all, it’s weather and weather is change on a daily basis, forgettable. Or maybe…
Another restless night battling this sinus infection. Slept fitfully in the TV room. My condition was not the only thing troubling me. I thought of my co workers, especially the news of a yet to be diagnosed heart condition of one of the men. He is much younger than I. I also could not…
Our culture idolizes youth. The images selected for commercial promotion are adults and children, in the bloom of health, active, energized by joie de vivre, apparently eternally young. The message directly voiced, or indirectly implied is the product under offer, is the secret to this well being. I wish that were true. Last night…
So, do you mean to say, “love thy neighbor as thyself” is the best that we can do for an objective moral principle? Yes. Then it seems that I need to get right to work on better loving myself. Yes.
A spirited discussion developed on the topic of morality. Where does one begin to think about such an expansive idea? A promising launch point was suggested. Morality, what is good, and it’s opposite, is rooted in our visceral response to the external world. In short pleasure is an indication of what is good, and…
Another day, a weirdly warm fifty degrees, but the usual gray for February. Was reflecting upon a meeting with friends last night. I flashed back to the 60s where coffee shops were places for songs of resistance to a war, and for building alternative community. Our colonial forebears likewise met in the public houses…
I am delighted to offer a guest post from a friend, and a fine writer. The choice is perennial and ancient, and as contemporary as that offered to Neo in the Matrix movie, “You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe….
And freedom, oh freedom, well that’s just some people talkin’ A lyric line from the song Desperado by Glenn Frey and Don Henley is how I feel right now. We worship at the Shrine of Freedom in this country. Lately I wonder if there is much behind the curtain. I happily accepted a invitation…
Street violence was reported in Berkeley last night. Riot police, students and tear gas is never a good combination. The cancelled speaker is an editor for the Breitbart News Network, which was headed until recently by a senior Trump advisor. “So now it begins,” I thought upon waking to this news report. A drumbeat…
