Samford


28
Oct 15

These leaves are quitters

I stepped outside two times today. Once was to go from office to class and once was to go run, a brisk five mile jog that was mostly remarkable for feeling normal.

On the way back from my run, and on to an evening meeting, I got a few leaf pictures. They are giving up the fight:

Leaves

By next week they’ll all be on the ground and brown, probably. That’s the way it moves here: fast.

Leaves

So you seek out the maples and the dogwoods and you hope your timing is right.

Leaves

Now, no photo could ever capture the feeling of autumn, particularly on a rainy day, and especially not the hasty cell phone variety of shot. But that doesn’t mean we don’t try.

Leaves


27
Oct 15

Sifting through extra photos

I s tarted running again yesterday. Got in a nice and even four-miler. Start back swimming this week, too, I think. That must be why I’m thinking about a second dinner late in the evening as I listen to the journalists in the next room put their paper to bed for the week.

Since a second dinner would just look tacky, I’ll settle on this sticker that I saw yesterday. I suppose its a necessary thing. The jig is up for three-foot-tall Frankensteins looking to knock off a Whataburger:

Whataburger

I want to go dressed as every other burger place I can think of, just to make the statement that they are inferior to Whataburger, which is open 24 hours a day, the closest one being only about 20 minutes away.

But, no. Stay strong. Stay hungry.

Here’s a quick shot I took this weekend:

Hay

For as long as I can remember I’ve been enamored with the idea of finding a field with nothing on the horizon and one terrific, full tree in the foreground. It would just be field and sky and my tree, straight out of a basic artistic composition class. I haven’t found it yet. Every now and again the singular hay bale is a reasonable stand in.

One last extra thing. This house looks old. I think it is the humble brick line and the classic porch and the nice architecture.

House

It is a 21st century home. Clever design, no?


23
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.”


22
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.


21
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.