What do philosophy and statistics have in common?
People like them the least.
There was a study done in 2019 in the United States of how people feel about humanities and arts. There's us! Philosophy! Statistics! People like us the least. Science, history, even math got in there higher than us. What is going on? I'll tell you what's going on: People aren't reading. When people, general public, are out there engaging with humanities and arts, they're not reading. They're watching videos. They're doing online searches. Sometimes they pick up a book, but that's classified as engaging with literature, and it doesn't happen nearly as much as you think. Usually it's shows with historical content or researching something online. People like documentaries. So "writing stuff" is not public philosophy. That's just writing stuff - you're like every other blogger out there.
Writing is no longer public.
Märchentlich.
The Germans have a fondness for faery-tales, or Märchen as they call them, that is strangely at odds with their orderly dispositions.
Neal Stephenson: Quicksilver
Londsterdam.
You’ve spent time in Amsterdam, which may give you some idea of what London is like, except that London is not nearly as well organized.
Neal Stephenson: Quicksilver
Mind-Body.
Bob had not noticed the skeleton before, and its sudden inclusion in the conversation made him uneasy. “I beg your pardon, sir, ‘twas disgraceful—” “Oh, stop!” Eliza hissed, “he is a Philosopher, he cares not.” “Descartes used to come up here when I was a young man, and sit at that very table, and drink too much and discourse of the Mind-Body Problem,” Huygens mused. “Problem? What’s the problem? I don’t see any problem,” Bob muttered parenthetically, until Eliza crowded back against him and planted a heel on his instep. “So Eliza’s attempt to clarify your mental processes by purging you of imbalancing humours could not have been carried out in a more appropriate location,” Huygens continued.
Neal Stephenson: Quicksilver
When the spectacle swallows the true story.
Kissing in the rain
Stargazing once again
Old clichés still remain but i want my own endings
No false solutions
No safe illusions
Come along with me, into a real dream