Maverick Philosopher

Nihil philosophicum a me alienum puto

To promote independent thought about ultimates. Philosophy, commentary on the passing scene, and whatever else turns my crank. Since 4 May 2004. By William F. Vallicella, Ph.D., Gold Canyon, Arizona, USA. Motto: "Study everything, join nothing." (Paul Brunton) Latin Motto: Omnia mea mecum porto. Turkish motto: Yol bilen kervana katilmaz. (He who knows the road does not join the caravan.) All material copyrighted.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Maverick Philosopher Moves to Typepad

For a number of technical reasons, Maverick Philosopher has moved here. There will be no further posting to this Powerblogs site, though I will respond to some of the latest comments either here or at the new blog. The Powerblogs site will remain online indefinitely, but no new comments should be left at it. We will find a way to continue our ongoing discussions at the new site.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Friday October 31, 2008 at 6:46pm. 10 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Travel Disruptive but Good for the Soul

For me travel is disruptive and desolating. A little desolation, however, is good for the soul, whose tendency is to sink into complacency. Daheim, empfindet man nicht so sehr die Unheimlichkeit des Seins. Travel knocks me out of my natural orbit. Even an overnighter can have this effect. And then time is wasted getting back on track. I am not cut out to be a vagabond. I Kant hack it. I do it more from duty than from inclination. But I'm less homebound than the Sage of Koenigsberg.

So what did I do yesterday? I booked a flight to Geneva, Switzerland via London. The Centre in Metaphysics at the University of Geneva made me an offer I couldn't refuse: all expenses paid, travel, accommodations and meals, to participate in a two-day workshop on Bradley's Regress. So don't be surprised if November is Bradley month hereabouts.

If my UK and European friends want to meet me in Geneva, I'll be there from December 4th through the 9th.

For your listening enjoyment, Homeward Bound.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday October 7, 2008 at 4:28pm. 6 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Where Were You on 9/11 and on 11/22?

It was a beautiful September day here in the foothills of the Superstition Mountains. I had just returned from a long mountain bike ride and had flipped on the television as accompaniment to some post-ride calisthenics. As soon as I saw one of the planes enter one of the towers I suspected what was up: an act of terrorism.

Turning to my wife, I said that two good things will come of this. The first is that Gary Condit will be out of the news forever, and the second is that finally something will be done about the porosity of the Southern border. I was quite right about the first, but sadly mistaken about the second.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Thursday September 11, 2008 at 3:42pm. 1 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Postscript to a Tree Planting

A man like me cannot just plant a tree, as I did the other morning, a palo verde, for shade, close but not too close to kitchen window and patio. He must think about what he has done, transcending particular acts of ground-breaking and dirt-shovelling toward some contextualizing Sense. He can't just plant a bloody tree, he has to transform it into Denkfutter and blogfodder.

He thereby enjoys a second time, on the plane of thought, his encounter with the recalcitrance of matter.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Saturday August 2, 2008 at 2:35pm. 3 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Four and a Half Years Into It: Why Blog?

We studious types are not about to abandon study. It is is just too richly satisfying. Now if you read, you ought to study what you read, and if you study, you ought to take notes. And if you take notes, you owe it to yourself to assemble them into some sort of coherent commentary. What is the point of studious reading if not to evaluate critically what you read, assimilating the good while rejecting the bad? The forming of the mind is the name of the game.

What’s the good of it? It is self-evidently good in and of itself. Ghostly culture, geistige Kultur, is the highest culture, and everything else exists to serve it. Vita activa ancilla philosophiae. The active life, the life of hustling and hassling, of getting and making, is the handmaiden of philosophy. The worldy hustle is for the sake of contemplative repose.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Saturday July 26, 2008 at 3:27pm. 2 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Sunday, July 6, 2008

New Regime Starts Tomorrow

You could call it blogging containment. Starting tomorrow, I plan to restrict my main posting to Thursday through Sunday. This won't affect ComBox threads, revision of published posts, or guest posts. Thank you for your patronage.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Sunday July 6, 2008 at 6:24pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Thursday, July 3, 2008

The Top 100 Liberal Arts Professor Blogs

Here. Seven philosophy blogs are listed, including one described as follows, "This wonderful blog has existed in one form or another for years. Dr. William F. Vallicella writes it."

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Thursday July 3, 2008 at 1:44pm. 3 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Back to Blog

I passed my self-imposed test: to abstain from blogging for a month. I proved that I have the power to 'just say no' to this 'degrading vice' as one correspondent called it. It wasn't easy: there were the deaths of Tim Russert and George Carlin to comment on, as well as the favorable 5-4 SCOTUS decision on the Washington, D. C. gun case.

It's too bad about the relatively young Russert. I wasn't shocked — what's shocking about a hard-driving 58-year-old's heart attack? — but I was surprised and saddened. He was at the top of his game and one of the very best. I admired his seriousness, his intensity, and his fairness. He was a testament to the benefits of a Catholic upbringing back in the days when a Catholic upbringing was worth something. But that overgrown adolescent, George Carlin, was also raised Catholic, and little rubbed off on him. More about Carlin the cultural polluter and his clueless hagiographers later. And perhaps something about the SCOTUS decision.

In this post I merely step back on the treadmill, but with a difference. I will henceforth try to contain my blogging. It is a wonderful 'sport' — a Denksport if you will — and deeply satisfying. But like many of life's worthwhile activities it needs a bit of moderation to be truly worthwhile. In this respect it is no different than weightlifting, chess, hiking, meditation, reading, and the rest of what makes life worth living.

So my present plan is to restrict my weblog activities to four days per week, Thursday through Sunday, the better to keep my nose to the hard-core philosophy grindstone three days per week. Better still would be to blog only three days per week and let Sunday be a day of total electronic rest: no TV, radio, telephony of any sort, computer use of any kind, faxing, you name it. Harder and better yet would a total Sabbath shut-down of the discursive mind: none of the above but also no reading, writing, talking; just chop wood, carry water, mind a mantra, or mind No Thing. A hard demand, that. For now, the easier course.

Today is Tuesday. The new regime will begin on Monday, 7 July.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday July 1, 2008 at 11:40am. 10 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Monday, June 2, 2008

Self-Imposed Blogging Moratorium for the Month of June

This will be my last post until July 1st. Or at least that's the plan. But can I muster the will NOT to blog? Can I resist the quotidian temptation to scribble and post, surf and link? Am I master of my discipline or is it master of me? Do I suffer from akrasia in reverse? I'll explain akrasia in reverse some other time. For now I will resist the temptation to write about it. (It is already sketched out in my head with two or three examples.)

I've been at this game for about 4 and 1/2 years if you count all three sites. I've written thousands of posts and few are the days on which I have not posted something. Here they all are in alphabetical order. On balance, it has been a worthwhile use of my time. I have learned a lot, made some very interesting friends, and confounded some enemies. But I find blogging hard to 'contain.' It takes time away from more serious writing. One indication of this is that my last publication in a professional journal was in 2004. On the other hand, in those thousands of posts are the germs of hundreds of articles and a few books. It is just that the blogging 'obsession' (to exaggerate a bit) makes difficult the germinating of the germs.

I toy seriously with the notion that 'blogosophy,' philosophy-by-weblog is the highest and purest form of philosophy: it is tentative, exploratory, open-ended and interactive but not as ephemeral as conversation. But there comes the time to embalm some conclusions in printer's ink. That's what I will be doing this month. I was invited to submit a paper to an old and prestigious journal. And since Peter Lupu is roaring around on his Harley for the month of June, I thought this would be a good time to break the post-a-day obsession. When I get back I will re-evaluate whether I should post every day. There must be other options.

When I get back I will take up the thread again on existence, incompleteness, fictional discourse, and the rest.

I will leave you with two tunes, one in honor of Bo Diddley who just died and a great song on transience from the 'philosophical' Beatle.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Monday June 2, 2008 at 1:17pm. 18 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

About Myself

Es muss auch solche Käuze geben. (Goethe, Faust I)

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday April 29, 2008 at 4:20pm. 2 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Monday, April 14, 2008

Omnia Mea Mecum Porto

I received an e-mail from a fellow who wants to know what the above Latin saying means. Briefly, to be happy, be self-sufficient: carry your all with you. A motto for philosophers and backpackers alike.

I got the saying from Schopenhauer (Aphorisms on the Wisdom of Life, in Volume 1 of Parerga and Paralipomena, Chapter 5, Counsels and Maxims:

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Monday April 14, 2008 at 2:50pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Rise and Shine With Manny

For, "The bed is a nest for a whole flock of illnesses." (Immanuel Kant, The Conflict of the Faculties, tr. Gregor, p. 183)

I read Kant and about Kant at an impressionable age, and it really is a pleasure plowing through his texts again as I have been doing recently. I suspect my early rising goes back to my having read, at age 20, that Kant was wont to retire at 10 PM and arise at 5 AM.

Soon enough, however, I was out-Kanting Kant with a 4 AM arisal from the bed of sloth. And when I moved out here to the Zone, 4 became 2:30. (A Zone Man must make an early start especially on outdoor activities before Old Sol gets too uppity.) I've tried 2 AM, the time the Trappist monks of Merton's day got up, but I couldn't hack it. 2:30 is early enough. (I don't know whether the Trappist regimen is as rigorous today as it was in the '40s and '50s, and I'm not sure I want to know.)

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Sunday April 13, 2008 at 12:50pm. 11 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

A Fool Such As I

This one goes out to Diane L. in recollection of our date on this day 30 years ago in Cambridge, Mass. "Now and then there's a fool such as I." Part of the folly, no doubt, is in keeping alive these memories of past inamorata. Here is Bob Dylan's quirky but satisfying version from the Basement Tapes circa 1970.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday April 1, 2008 at 7:09pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Monday, February 25, 2008

The Joys and Consolations of Philosophy

Notoriously, philosophy bakes no bread. But so what? Listening to the late quartets of Beethoven bakes no bread either. Man does not live by bread alone. That is easy to understand unless one is a moneygrubber who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. Besides the baker's 'objection from practicality,' there are several other objections that have been brought against philosophy. I catalog and refute them in Philosophy Under Attack: An Exercise in Philosophical Apologetics. By the latter phrase I do not mean a philosophical apologia for any particular religion, but an apologia for philosophy herself.

But were all my defenses to fail, I would have left my ultimate fall-back position: for me at least, there are no pleasures as satisfactory in the moment, as enduring over the long haul, as reliable and repeatable, as inexpensive and available, and as expressive of and conducive to what is best in us as the pleasures of philosophical thinking, reading, and writing.

So philosophy is a joy. But it is also a consolation, "The joy of my youth and the consolation of my old age," as I wrote optimistically at 20. Nearer now to the consolation end, the joys have not flagged, but the consolations loom and beckon. Like chess, philosophy is an oasis of rational refreshment in a desert of brutality and insanity. Or, if you prefer, philosophy is a harbor in the storm of Samsara. A retreat from mad freneticism and the nonentity of social games. A magnificent thing.

Fully appreciating that 'your mileage may vary,' I offer this in a spirit more confessional than protreptic.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Monday February 25, 2008 at 1:56pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Nescio, Ergo Blogo
It is worth repeating that one of the mottos of this weblog is Nescio, ergo blogo (with all due apologies to Latin purists): "I do not know, therefore I blog." These pages, then, are nothing but a glorified on-line notebook in which one man, passionately in love with the life of the mind, tries to work out his ideas for his own intellectual, moral, and spiritual improvement and to attract a few like-minded co-workers. This is worth bearing in mind. I write about what I am expert in but also about plenty that I would like to be expert in. I take a dim view of narrow specialists fearful of poking their pointy heads out of their scholarly cubbyholes.

Let this Nescio be your Caveat lector.
Posted by William F. Vallicella on Thursday February 21, 2008 at 3:06pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Codex Vallicellianus

A curious bit of lore, of interest perhaps to only one reader of this weblog, the reader who is also its writer, is that the Biblioteca Vallicelliana in Rome houses a Vulgate version of the Bible described here as

V, or Cod. Vallicellianus (ninth century; at Rome, in Vallicelliana), a Bible; Alcuin's type.

When I was last in the Eternal City, in 1990, my Roman meanderings led me to the library in question, but I arrived during the long afternoon siesta. I spoke to the attendant via an intercom, but she wouldn't let me in despite my surname. The good lady was enjoying her leisurely work pause and no doubt reflecting on:

Dolce far niente.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Saturday February 16, 2008 at 8:49am. 1 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Of Comments, E-Mail, and Doing Nothing

I do appreciate comments and e-mail, and I consider it rude to not respond; but lack of time and energy in synergy with congenital inefficiency conspire to make it difficult for me to answer everything. I am also temperamentally disinclined to acquiesce in mindless American hyperkineticism, in accordance with the Italian saying:

Dolce Far Niente

Sweet To Do Nothing

which saying, were it not for the inefficiency lately mentioned, would have been by now inscribed above my stoa. My paternal grandfather had it emblazoned on his pergola, and more 'nothing' transpires on my stoa than did beneath his pergola.

So time each day must be devoted to 'doing nothing': meditating, traipsing around in the local mountains, contemplating sunrises and moonsets, sunsets and moonrises, and taking naps, naps punctuated on one end by bed-reading and on the other by yet more coffee-drinking. Without a sizeable admixture of such 'nothing' I cannot see how life would be worth living.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Wednesday February 13, 2008 at 3:08pm. 2 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

My Angelic Wife

One indicator of her angelicity is her support of my chess activities — in stark contrast to the wives of two acquaintances both of whose 'better' halves destroyed their chess libraries in rage at the time they had been spending sporting with Caissa. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," wrote old Will.

I'm no bard, but here's my ditty in remembrance of my two long lost Ohio chess friends:

Forget that bitch
And dally with me.
Else I'll decimate
Your library.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday January 15, 2008 at 6:30am. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Seinfeld and This Weblog

One is about nothing, the other is about everything.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Thursday January 10, 2008 at 8:00pm. 9 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Remembering an Old Man

I once worked odd jobs out of Manpower Temporary Services in Culver City, California. One day on the job old broken-down Carl Murray delivered himself of a memorable line.

"Bill, there was a time when I was limber all over and stiff in one place. But now it's the other way around."

Old Carl didn't like Levi jeans. "They ain't got no ball room." Those were the days before the 'Gentlemen's Cut.'

Motorcycles he always referred to as 'murdercycles.' One day we were digging up sunken tombstones in a local cemetery, a fit job for a philosopher with his meditatio mori. Carl complained of the others that day who got the "gravy" jobs. But I found that breaking up concrete with a jackhammer was far worse than working with pick and shovel.

After work we would knock back a few cans of Brew 102 in his Culver City flophouse room and I would listen to his stories.

"Bill, there are just three things in this life I crave: women, cigarettes, and beer. In that order."

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Saturday December 8, 2007 at 11:14am. 3 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Why Keep a Journal?

It was 37 years ago today that I first began keeping a regular journal. Before that, as a teenager, I kept some irregular journals. Why maintain a journal? When I was 16 years old, my thought was that I didn’t want time to pass with nothing to show for it. That is still my thought. The unrecorded life is not worth living. For we have it on good authority that the unexamined life is not worth living, and how examined could an undocumented life be?

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday October 16, 2007 at 8:18pm. 3 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Brahms, Violin Concerto in D, Adagio and Allegro

In the Fall of 1970, I began to immerse myself in classical music. The first three pieces I listened to were Vivaldi's Four Seasons, Beethoven's 7th Symphony, and Brahm's Violin Concerto in D. Here is the Adagio movement of the Brahm's concerto. And here is the following Allegro movement.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday July 31, 2007 at 3:06pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Summer Readership Statistics

Readership drops off in the summer as might be expected. For the week ending April 20, 2007, this site according to Sitemeter was averaging 705 unique visits per day. For the week ending June 29, 2007, this figure has dropped to 566. Enjoy your vacation while I slog on and blog on. I thank you for your patronage.

Visits

Total ...................... 342,141
Average per Day ................ 566
Average Visit Length .......... 2:11
This Week .................... 3,964
Posted by William F. Vallicella on Saturday June 30, 2007 at 11:42am. 1 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Monday, June 25, 2007

Songs and Lovers
I am sure I am not the only one who associates songs with lovers, quondam and present. I associate with my wife the Seeker's 1965 hit, I Know I'll Never Find Another You. So to my wife on this, our 24th wedding anniversary, I sing:

There is always someone
For each of us they say
And you'll be my someone
Forever and a day
I could search the whole world over
Until my life is through
But I know I'll never find another you.


Listen to the song.
Posted by William F. Vallicella on Monday June 25, 2007 at 7:11pm. 10 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Friday, June 22, 2007

The Presumptuousness of Blogging

Immanuel Kant, The Conflict of the Faculties/Der Streit der Fakultäten, tr. Gregor (University of Nebraska Press, 1979), p. 177:

To want to entertain others with the inner history of the play of my thoughts, which has subjective importance (for me) but no objective importance (valid for everyone), would be presumptuous, and I could justly be blamed for it.

There is no doubt about it: we bloggers are a presumptuous and vain lot. We report daily on the twists and turns of our paltry minds. In mitigation, a couple of points. I don't force my posts on anyone. If you are here, it is of your own free will. And there is something fascinating to me about the origin of my own and other's ideas and how they in their abtractness percolate up out of the concretion of one's Existenz. The blogs of most interest to me combine the existential with the theoretical, the autobiographical with the impersonal. The question of the origin of ideas must not be confused with the question of their validity or lack thereof. (Got that, Fritz?) But both questions are facinating, and how exactly they connect is even more so.

I oppose the nomenclature whereby individual weblogs (as opposed to group weblogs) are referred to as 'personal' weblogs. This blog is more impersonal than personal and I fret over the ratio. Objektive Wichtigkeit should predominate over subjektive. But by how much?

By the way, Streit der Fakultäten is a fascinating book. I'm an old Kant man; I wrote my dissertaition on the ontological status of the transcendental unity of apperception in the Critique of Pure Reason. But it is only recently that I cracked The Conflict of the Faculties. This is a nice edition: German Fraktur on the left, good English translation on the right.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Friday June 22, 2007 at 12:41pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Automotive Frugality and Manual Air Conditioning

There are some people with whom I would not want to enter a frugality contest. Keith Burgess-Jackson is one of them. I seem to recall him saying that he doesn't own a clothes dryer: he hangs his duds out on a line in the Texas sunshine. Not me. This BoBo (bougeois bohemian, though not quite in David Brook's sense) uses both washer and dryer. But I have never owned an electric can opener (what an absurdity!), nor in the three houses I have owned have I used the energy-wasting, house-heating, noise-making, contraptions known as dishwashers. The houses came with them, but I didn't use 'em. In the time spent loading and unloading them, one can have most of one's dishes washed by hand. And tall guys don't like bending down. Besides, a proper kitchen clean-up job requires a righteous quantity of hot sudsy water.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Sunday May 20, 2007 at 4:43pm. 2 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Why Not Stick to Philosophy?

I ask myself this question.

Why not stick to one's stoa and cultivate one's specialist garden in peace and quiet, neither involving oneself in, nor forming opinions about, the wider world of politics and strife? Why risk one's ataraxia in the noxious arena of contention? Why not remain within the serene precincts of theoria? For those of us of a certain age the chances are good that death will arrive before the barbarians do.

So why bother one's head with the issues of the day? We will collapse before the culture that sustains us does. Because the gardens of tranquillity and the spaces of reason are worth defending, with blood and iron if need be, against the barbarians and their leftist enablers. Others have fought and bled so that we can live this life of beatitude. And so though we are not warriors of the body we can and should do our tiny bit as warriors of the mind to preserve for future generations this culture which allows us to pursue otium liberale in peace, quiet, and safety.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday May 15, 2007 at 3:03pm. 6 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Monday, May 14, 2007

Blogiversaries

I seem to have let my third 'blogiversary,' May 4th, slip by unnoticed and uncelebrated. But I am at an age at which there is a preponderance of pastness in my life and so a multitude of anniversaries of this, that, and the other thing to remember and forget. Three years into it, and going strong, with no intention of hanging up my keyboard any time soon. One can doubt the value of blogging, but then again one can (and perhaps should) doubt the value of anything.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Monday May 14, 2007 at 7:46pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Monday, April 2, 2007

Belated April Fool's Observation

As a teenager I was impressed by this line from William Blake: "The fool who persists in his folly becomes wise." I am less impressed by it now. After all, what exactly does it mean? But I still like it. As dotage looms, though still quite off in the distance, it is the drier drinks and the exacter thoughts that appeal to me.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Monday April 2, 2007 at 2:03pm. 1 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Friday, March 16, 2007

Slow Thoughts in a Fast Medium

There is a bit of a paradox in my project, the blogging of philosophy. Sauntering along life's byways, cooling his heels at the margins of society, the philosopher bids us slow down! Whither the headlong mad rush? Quo vadis? Take thought, he suggests, take heed. Socrates knew how to stand stock still in the scene of strife and consult with his daimon. Wittgenstein, denounced in these pages as a Cave philosopher, yet had the good sense to recommend as salutation among philosophers, "Take your time!" (Der Gruß der Philosophen untereinander sollte sein: Laß dir Zeit! Vermischte Bemerkungen.) And in a place unknown to me, Franz Brentano, once a Catholic priest and no stranger to the contemplative disciplines, observes that "He who hurries is not proceeding on a scientific basis." (Wer eilt, bewegt sich nicht auf dem Boden der Wissenschaft.)

So in the belly of the blogospheric beast I too do my bit to slow things down.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Friday March 16, 2007 at 3:02pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Saturday, March 10, 2007

You're So Vain, You Prob'ly Think This Post is About You

But it isn't! Please allow me to explain.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Saturday March 10, 2007 at 5:05pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Independent Thought About Ultimates

Such thinking is not in the service of self-will or subjective opining, but in the service of submission to a higher authority. We think for ourselves in order to find a truth that is not from ourselves, but from reality. The idea is to become dependent on reality, rather than on institutional and social distortions of reality. Independence subserves a higher dependence.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday February 20, 2007 at 7:46am. 3 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Why Maintain a Journal?

Why maintain a journal? When I was 16 years old, my thought was that I didn’t want time to pass with nothing to show for it. That is still my thought. The unrecorded life is not worth living. For we have it on good authority that the unexamined life is not worth living, and how examined could an undocumented life be?

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Thursday February 8, 2007 at 5:30pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Saturday, January 27, 2007

On Annotating Student Term Papers

I taught my first philosophy classes as a teaching fellow at the tender age of 24. The course work included a term paper due at the end of the semester. I duly read and annotated all the papers, correcting spelling and grammatical errors and making comments on style and substance. I then placed the papers in a neat stack in my office in the expectation that students would come by the following semster to claim their work. After all, that is what I did as an undergraduate: I cared about what I wrote about, was eager for comments, and still have the papers I then wrote. A professor lost one of my papers, and I still remember the professor and the topic of the paper. In fact, I remember how one of my papers began: "It is the fate of philosophy to remain forever problematic unto itself." A bit high-falutin', but not bad.

In any case, I naively assumed that my students were like me. I assumed that they would be back to claim their papers. But the next sememster came and went, and only one student came to see me, and she to complain about her grade. At the end of that second semester I leafed though all the stuff I had carefully annotated and asked myself why I had bothered to waste time commenting on papers that were not only intrinsically worthless but also of no worth to the people who had written them.

So I changed my policy. From then on I simply assigned grades to papers turned in at the end of the semster, after reading them of course, but without making any comments or corrections. If a student expressed an interest in having a paper returned, I made an appointment with the student and then annotated the paper in the interim. I thereby fulfilled my duty without wasting time and energy.

I am puzzled why Douglas Groothuis, the Constructive Curmudgeon, does not adopt a similar method. He seems recently to have given himself a lot of frustration for nothing. He also seems a bit naive for someone who, I assume, has been in the teaching racket for some time. Does he really think that the average student gives a damn about the life of the mind?

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Saturday January 27, 2007 at 5:45pm. 2 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Monday, January 15, 2007

The Most Boring Philosophers

Nowadays philosophy so absorbs me in all its branches and movements — nihil philosophicum etc. — that I find no philosopher boring. Indeed, no subject is boring except to a bored bonehead who makes it so. Dry texts, like dry wines, are often delightfully subtle and simply require an educable and educated palate. Although no philosophers now bore me, here is a list of philosophers that bored me, or would have bored me, when I was one and twenty:

1. G. E. Moore
2. Elizabeth Anscombe
3. Paul Ziff
4. Norman Malcolm
5. John Wisdom
6. Roderick Chisholm

Philosophers who excited my 21 year old self:

1. Nicholas Berdyaev
2. Miguel de Unamuno
3. Karl Jaspers
4. Friedrich Nietzsche
5. Martin Heidegger
6. Jean-Paul Sartre

Now imagine a philosophy department composed of the twelve aforementioned. Do you think it would split into two factions? What, if anything, do they have in common that justifies subsuming them under the rubric, philosophers?

I have become in many ways more analytic and less Continental over the years. I tend to think that this a lot like becoming less liberal and more conservative, as these terms are popularly understood. One becomes more cautious, careful, precise, piece-meal, rigorous, attentive to details and differences and empirical data, less romantic, more patient, more logical, less impressionistic, less sanguine about big sweeping once-and-for-all solutions. . . .

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Monday January 15, 2007 at 5:05pm. 1 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Am I Too Liberal?

From the mail bag:

I have been a faithful reader of your blog for the past two years. I once emailed you to ask how you managed to subsidise your independent existence; your reply has never been far from my mind since then.

I am in full sympathy with your efforts to keep the riffraff away from your site. Quite honestly, I am even inclined to find those efforts wantonly liberal: I would simply ban comments altogether. I have therefore refrained from applying for commenting privileges since you don't know me from Adam and I have no real bona fides to offer you. Still, I find myself compelled from time to time to put in my two cents, as rubbed-together and worn as they may be, so I am going to apply for an account anyway. I will understand if you decide to reject my application.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday November 14, 2006 at 3:37pm. 4 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Monday, November 13, 2006

Have I Read Any Schopenhauer?

This just over the e-transom:

I was wondering if you have ever read The World as Will and Representation by Schopenhauer. Many of the subjects that you discuss are covered in that book and I wasn't sure if you had ever allowed yourself to be exposed to his writings.

This query reminds of an anecdote regarding J. N. Findlay. In graduate student days, I once naively asked him whether he had read J. M. E. McTaggart's two-volumed The Nature of Existence. The old man gave me a sharp look and said, "I know it like the back of my hand." Given the kind of philosopher Findlay was, my question was, if not stupid, then ill-advised.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Monday November 13, 2006 at 11:58am. 5 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Friday, November 10, 2006

Crude or Earthy?

A past inamorata once offered, with some justice, that I am crude. "Not crude, but earthy," was my reply. A colleague once described my eyes as "beady." "Do you mean penetrating?" Am I pigheaded in my opinions, or admirably firm? Monomaniacal or single-minded? Open-minded or empty-headed? Well-rounded or scattered? Am I precise or obsessive-compulsive? Is my rigor mentis in truth rigor mortis?

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Friday November 10, 2006 at 1:19pm. 3 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Friday, November 3, 2006

I Submit to Analysis

The worst bores in the world are those who subject their listeners to blow-by-blow accounts of their medical procedures. Fear not. I just want to report that I underwent a screening colonoscopy this morning, and that if you are fifty years of age or older, and hitherto 'unscoped,' you should schedule one too.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Friday November 3, 2006 at 4:06pm. 4 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Jim Ryan's Story and Mine

Let me start off by recommending Jim Ryan's on-again off-again Philosoblog, the archives of which contain excellent material worthy of the MP's STOA (stamp of approval). The following is in response to my query as to why he left teaching.

JR: Well, here's my story, thanks for asking: I've always taken learning to be almost sacred, scholarship to be transcendent, books sublime. Given this disposition, I was unable to stomach teaching that 20% of my students who were there to get by by hook or by crook (avoid class, avoid the book, succumb to cheating, etc.). I realized at 37 that I would become a bitter old man if I taught for another 30 years. I liked the other 80% of my students, and I liked my research, but these weren't enough to get me through the bitter part. So, having reasonable math/science background I boned up on chemistry during my last year of teaching and hustled a job in the Chem department at U. of Virginia. That was two years ago, almost. [written early '05] It's been fun, but now I'm thinking of moving into the business world, so that I can make more money and have more time with my kids.

What about your story, Bill? How'd you come to quit?

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday October 10, 2006 at 7:47pm. 16 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Some Site Stats from Sitemeter: Strange Surge on 9/11

These statistics for the week ending 15 September 2006 are of course nothing to crow about, but they interest me, and they may interest you, especially if you leave comments and hyperlinks here. I thank all readers for their support. I take my pay in the coin of your visits. And if no one were to visit? I would scribble away without pay.

The average per day (603) is the highest yet. The uptick is due to the surge on 9/11 when I received 1,134 visits. Apparently there are people out there who are interested in my thoughts on the events of 9/11/01. I am sorry to have disappointed them.

The daily totals were 398, 476, 1,134, 602, 559, 534, and 520.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Saturday September 16, 2006 at 4:46pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

Platonic Appetite Suppressants

It was December, 1971. I was living in Salzburg in a small apartment near the base of the medieval fastness at the center of town. A young Austrian girl, radiant and beautiful, walked into the kitchen. A Platonic reminder of hidden beauty, she caused me to lose all desire for the food I had prepared. My soul sprouted wings. (Cf. Plato, Phaedrus 251) Compare Simone Weil, First and Last Notebooks, p. 318: "When once the whole of one's soul is turned towards God one has no desire to eat when one is hungry."

Something similar occurred in the autumn of 1978 in Dayton, Ohio. Gripped by the beauty of the Beethoven Violin Concerto in D, I could not eat the huge salad I had prepared.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday September 5, 2006 at 3:53pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

A Thoreauvian Justification for my Mode of Scribbling

Henry David Thoreau, Journals, 4 September 1851:

It is wise to write on many subjects, to try many themes, that so you may find the right and inspiring one. Be greedy of occasions to express your thought. Improve the opportunity to draw analogies. There are innumerable avenues to a perception of the truth.

Read the rest of the entry.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Wednesday August 30, 2006 at 5:03pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Sunday, August 6, 2006

Confessions of a Former Anti-TV Elitist

When I lived with my parents, I watched a television, theirs. But when I got out on my own, I owned no TV, first for reasons of poverty, and later, after nailing down a philosophy teaching gig, for reasons of inertia and elitism. The life of the mind is a magnificent thing, but it can breed a certain arrogance: one fancies oneself vastly superior to the ordinary boob who doesn't read books, can't write or think beyond the utilitarian, and sucks on the glass tit for the little cognitive pablum his impoverished pate can absorb. It's not called the boob tube for nothing. You will have noticed the dual sense of 'boob.'

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Sunday August 6, 2006 at 1:47pm. 0 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Philosopher's Index Citations
I have discovered some nifty new utilities at The Philosopher's Index. One of them allows the creation of a bibliography, in a variety of formats, from the Index's citation list. One can also e-mail entries as well as copy the citations. What follows is my attempt at pasting my citations into this weblog.


Posted by William F. Vallicella on Thursday June 22, 2006 at 12:37pm. 5 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Frugality Regained

My father never used shaving cream, preferring literally to manufacture his lather: he rubbed a bar of soap in his wet hands. I picked up the trick from him, and until September of 2002 never used shaving cream. But then he died and his toiletries fell to me. Among them I found a couple of cans of Barbasol shaving cream. They must have been purchased by the nurses that cared for him near the end. The old man would never have spent money on such Unsinn.

But I couldn't throw away good shaving cream, could I? So I used the stuff, and used it up, those two cans lasting well-nigh three and a half years. But now I am back with the old hand jive method of procuring my lather.

It works fine, saves money, and is environmentally 'friendly' to boot. Just as water is the philosopher's drink (Thoreau), hand soap is the philosopher's shaving cream. After all,

Barba non facit philosophum, neque vile pallium.

A beard does not a philosopher make, nor does wearing a shabby cloak.

UPDATE: Mike Gilleland the learned Laudator Temporis Acti combs through some classical beard references. He also supplies the correct Latin without saying that I omitted the 'gerere.' The man has class. It should read:

Barba non facit philosophum, neque vile gerere pallium.

Mike also raises the question whether I still sport a beard. Yes I do. But it is a fringe affair that requires shaving of the cheeks and jowls. I cannot see myself without it. The depth of my attachment is indicated by the occasional bad dream in which it somehow gets shaven off.

Posted by William F. Vallicella on Wednesday April 26, 2006 at 2:31pm. 10 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Friday, April 21, 2006

Summary Site Stats from Sitemeter

These statistics for the week ending 4/20 are of course nothing to crow about, but they interest me, and they may interest you, especially if you leave comments here. I thank all readers for their support. I take my pay in the coin of your visits. And if no one were to visit? I would scribble away without pay.

Visits

Total ...................... 104,865
Average per Day ................ 417
Average Visit Length .......... 2:36
This Week .................... 2,919

Page Views

Total ...................... 173,256
Average per Day ................ 699
Average per Visit .............. 1.7
This Week .................... 4,891

High for the week: 4/19 with 520 visits.






Posted by William F. Vallicella on Friday April 21, 2006 at 2:15pm. 5 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Politics: Would That I Could Avoid It

Using 'quietist' in a broad sense as opposed to the Molinos-Fenelon-Guyon sense, I would describe myself as a quietist rather than as an activist. The point of life is not action, but contemplation, not doing, but thinking. The vita activa is of course necessary (for some all of the time, and for people like me some of the time), but it is necessary as a means only. Its whole purpose is to subserve the vita contemplativa. To make of action an end in itself is absurd, and demonstrably so, though I will spare you the demonstration. If you are assiduous you can dig it out of Aristotle, Aquinas and Josef Pieper.

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Thursday April 20, 2006 at 1:33pm. 2 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

I'm No Kant, But . . .

. . . I say about myself what Kant said about himself: Ich bin aus Neigung ein Forscher. "I am by inclination an inquirer."

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Posted by William F. Vallicella on Tuesday April 11, 2006 at 6:58pm. 3 Comments 0 Trackbacks

Thursday, March 30, 2006

My Grunt Jobs

Furniture-mover in Santa Barbara; exterminator in West Los Angeles; grave-digger in Culver City; factory worker in Venice, California; letter carrier and mail handler in Los Angeles; logger in Forks, Washington; tree-planter in Oregon; taxi-driver in Boston; plus assorted day jobs out of Manpower Temporary Services. One thing’s for sure: blogging beats logging any day of the week, though the pay is not as good.

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