Part 2: A universal concept of good and ill. The age of Simulacrity. Dr James Lindsay tackles Critical Theory. The sun also rises and kitchen taps can drip.
This is highly interesting stuff, and not something I feel I can just acknowledge with a glib smileyface and move on. But this is a deep historio-philosophical essay in its own right; it demands serious work and concentration to digest. I might be a devil at dovetails, but I know my limits; I'm halfway through at the first sitting, and I'll come back and do my best, but I won't promise anything my brain can't deliver :-)
Why aren't you lecturing for students? (or perhaps you are, for all I know ...)
I'm thrilled that you regard it as worth reading. My problem is that, for the most part, I'm working things out as I go along.That's why there are very often some U-turns and tricky chicanes along the way.
'tricky chicanes' ... those two words have a certain ring to them.
They sound a bit like a character from a sleazy, American detective series from the seventies ... Tricky Chicane, a sassy streetwalker with a heart of gold and a mouth like a sewer, occasional sidekick to the main man, private detective Buck Rockwell.
Now you're talkin'! I'm a huge fan of the American detective genre from Dashiell Hammett, to Raymond Chandler, to Charles Willeford and onwards. Here's Willeford from Miami Blues, one of the Hoke Moseley series: "It took Hoke twenty minutes to find his teeth, but they had landed in a cluster of screw-leaved crotons and weren't damaged. He put them into a fresh glass of water with another helping of Polident and wondered what in the hell he was going to do next."
Damn, David!
This is highly interesting stuff, and not something I feel I can just acknowledge with a glib smileyface and move on. But this is a deep historio-philosophical essay in its own right; it demands serious work and concentration to digest. I might be a devil at dovetails, but I know my limits; I'm halfway through at the first sitting, and I'll come back and do my best, but I won't promise anything my brain can't deliver :-)
Why aren't you lecturing for students? (or perhaps you are, for all I know ...)
PS - You might have triggered a bit of doggerel:
My real self
is a mental elf ...
We'll see what comes out of it.
I'm on it! More contributions gratefully welcomed :-)
I'm thrilled that you regard it as worth reading. My problem is that, for the most part, I'm working things out as I go along.That's why there are very often some U-turns and tricky chicanes along the way.
'tricky chicanes' ... those two words have a certain ring to them.
They sound a bit like a character from a sleazy, American detective series from the seventies ... Tricky Chicane, a sassy streetwalker with a heart of gold and a mouth like a sewer, occasional sidekick to the main man, private detective Buck Rockwell.
Now you're talkin'! I'm a huge fan of the American detective genre from Dashiell Hammett, to Raymond Chandler, to Charles Willeford and onwards. Here's Willeford from Miami Blues, one of the Hoke Moseley series: "It took Hoke twenty minutes to find his teeth, but they had landed in a cluster of screw-leaved crotons and weren't damaged. He put them into a fresh glass of water with another helping of Polident and wondered what in the hell he was going to do next."