Fall\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Blood Moon<\/p>\n
Tomato picking and compost bin rebuilding, the bulk of the morning.\u00a0 To keep our young pups from celebrating life by knocking down the straw bales out of which I designed this compost bin a wire fence now encircles the bales, with an other, shorter wire fencing material for a gate.<\/p>\n
The day started chilly, but has warmed up to 69.\u00a0 It’s one of those fall days when the Andover H.S. Marching Band can be heard carrying pompoms and the thud of padded football players in its wake.\u00a0 As this sound comes across the fields of vegetables and the cul de sacs between our home the football field, I become at once both younger and older, thrust back to Alexandria High School and Friday night football while by necessity comparing that time with the present.\u00a0 It’s not an unpleasant feeling, just a bit strange.<\/p>\n
Caught episode 1 of a Harvard class on Justice<\/a> taught by Michael Sandel.\u00a0 It’s well worth the time.\u00a0 Sandel’s teaching style combines the Socratic\/law school method of hypotheticals with analysis of responses.\u00a0 The engagement of the students makes it obvious Sandel is a teacher as well as a philosopher.\u00a0 I only want to comment on one, striking observation he made about philosophy.\u00a0 “Philosophy,” he said, “is not about something you don’t know; it is about making you look at what you know from the perspective of a stranger.\u00a0 Philosophy creates an estrangement from our own experience.”\u00a0 This is so true, as is his follow-on comment that once you gain this insight you cannot go back to the naive state.<\/p>\n Every hour of every day I see my self and the world through the lens of philosophical analysis, the lens fitted over an anthropological\u00a0 camera body.\u00a0 The two together make the world a strange and exotic experience at every turn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fall\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Blood Moon Tomato picking and compost bin rebuilding, the bulk of the morning.\u00a0 To keep our young pups from celebrating life by knocking down the straw bales out of which I designed this compost bin a wire fence now encircles the bales, with an other, shorter wire fencing material for a gate. The … Continue reading Estranged<\/span>