Oct 15

Pretty sure I’ve never talked Carnap here before

I love campus bulletin boards. They give some of the best reading. And it doesn’t matter if you’re talking silly campaign posters or student groups or concerts or even class poster type things. Like this:

At Samford, you’re supposed to get these things approved before you post them. I’m not sure how many people abide by that rule, but I like the idea that someone had to look this over before giving it the campus stamp of approval. And I’d like to think the approving party had a definitive opinion on the question the professor is posing.

Of course, you know if you take that class what the answers will be. (I’ll answer it in a bit.) I hope they wait until at least the third meeting to dive into it.

All of my actual philosophy classes were classical/Western and modern, so right up until the end of the 19th century. I believe that’s where contemporary philosophy begins.

Experimental philosophy would demonstrate a schism along generational divides. According to logical positivism, the idea that Cash still has songs played 60 years after their release would necessarily be compared to the possibility, however slim, that Justin Bieber will enjoy such longevity. Thus, it is a question that can’t yet be answered. Naturalists would say this can’t be proven. The ordinary language point of view would argue that we’re all just mixed up with the words. So, then, Cash might win out just because there’s less abstraction. According to quietism, this question is a push. According to postanalytic philosophy Johnny Cash wins again, though you might not think so.

Deconstruction has to do with showing that the text, or lyrics, aren’t a discrete whole. So I give it to Bieber on this one. Existentialism, well, that’d just depend on the existentialist. I couldn’t say how the phenomenology would shake out on this argument, but the poststructuralist would say the whole thing is a wash because there’s too much interpretation. And that’s the chorus to most songs anyway, if you think about it. The Biebs wins in the postmodern realm, I’m sure, but social constructionism could go either way. Critical theory would say both are fine, but they are both lacking because of this or that. There’d be the desire to consider the artists in their period, and they’d start out that way, but yet various of Cash’s songs would be found wanting, I’m sure.

So I’ll go back to logical positivism. According to one site I’ve never heard of Bieber has sold more than 15 million records in his short career. There’s a big disparity on Cash’s fortunes, but I’m sticking with this 90 million records number I’ve seen pop up in a few places. But, again, that’s over 60 years and record sales aren’t going to be the metric used by the end of the young Canadian’s career.

That, I decided on the drive home today, is basically the analytical gap of that paradigm: the necessary is a true statement in all possible worlds while the contingent hinges on the way the particular world is. David Hume, then, would say that on one hand, both truths — Bieber is better, Cash is better — would fall under relations among ideas and states of actualities. If the idea and the actual didn’t recoil, toss it away, he said. (I’m paraphrasing. I haven’t read Hume in more than a few years.) Rudolph Carnap, if I recall, suggested universal laws cannot be verified they can be confirmed. But then he couldn’t create the formula for it.

So, the answer to the question would be “Yes. Unless it is no.”

Oct 15

I moved them all around, and then I moved them back

You come back from lunch and you see this:

There are about 15 pages of printouts spread on the ground. These are open records requests the paper made of the campus safety department. They are looking for stories.

There are three or four good stories there. A prominent member of campus got a citation for doing something very … not smart. There’s an assault and a few petty things. Hopefully some of them make print.

Mostly, I love the verb in the note. Progress.

Oct 15

Under the blinds, out the window

Sure, I have a corner office. It overlooks the recycling dumpsters and some parking. But it gets a really nice flat early morning light and some charming and golden rays, like this, in the evening.

I see both a lot.

Tuesdays are an all day and all night affair. Wednesdays have a slightly later start and still runs until 9 p.m. Then back to it all again on Thursdays. But, hey, you can’t beat that view.

Oct 15

Back to the laps

After work, I hit the gym. Meanwhile, the football team was hard at practice:

You see that view from the old fieldhouse, between the locker room and the pool.

You know, you think you’re doing something and then you realize: those guys were out there before you started, and they’re still out there when you’re done. But, hey, I swam 2,000 yards and ran two miles.

At the pool there’s a coach. He’s not my coach. He wouldn’t take me on as a client if I asked, I’m sure. I told him about my race and my slow recovery. Something like 10 days later and I’m still complaining about it. He wasn’t particularly surprised. More carbs, he said. Meanwhile, I’ve decided if I don’t feel better this week I’m just going to will myself into feeling better.

But, hey, I did get a two mile jog in, so there’s that.

At Publix, ’tis the season:

A friend told me about making French toast with sweet rolls. He says it can change your world view. Now I can’t see these things without thinking about it.

One day, we’ll give it a shot.

Oct 15

Just some riding shots

Got out and rode a bit this weekend, putting in 40 easy miles and still trying to figure out where I left my legs. Maybe everything will come back this week, I figure. If not I’ll have to drive over to Georgia and see if I dropped them somewhere.

This is one of the big sprints in town.

My app says I only got up to 27.4 miles per hour. So I’m still tired and sore and slow. Or, normal.

I found a new piece of scenery. Turns out there is a pond at town creek. You have to go behind the park and down some paths to find it. But the view is worth it, even as the sun was going down. This was just to add a few turns to the crankset while running an errand.

You go down this hill, it bends a little to the left and then straightens out and turns back to the right and then you take the hard right into another hill. When there’s a car behind you you can actually handle this little stretch and create some distance between you, which is pretty neat.

The same hill, just looking up the other way.

I got to run an errand on my bike. I never get to do that, because I’m never here for it. Doing it felt good, comforting, somehow. Of course it was up the big hill.