I'm sad to hear that Susan Griffin has passed away recently. May she rest in the Earth she loved.
The last book I read of her was "Wrestling with the Angel of Democracy" (2008), full of surprising insights and correlations. I'll miss her voice and heart.
To me, her most important works are:
"The Eros of Everyday Life" (1995)
"A Chorus of Stones" (1992)
"Pornography and Silence: Culture' Revenge Against Nature" (1981)
"Rape: The Power of Consciousness" (1979)
"Woman and Nature: The Roaring Inside Her" (1978).
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simsa03I’m not a collector of books. I’m not a Karl Lagerfeld who possessed 300,000 books spread across seven private homes. To me, books are necessary for reference, for work – if you can call it that much, as «work» is a word of dignity – for supporting a development of thought that may take years. Sometimes they come to me, sometimes I pick them up, feeling in my guts that I will need them one day – and then, eight or ten years later their time has come, I open them, and read. Sadly, the urgency I felt back then is no longer the urgency of today, and so what felt exciting back then may have taken on a certain patina, a breath of staleness. Still, the precognition and its redemption are the most wondrous part of it all. So what books serve me in opposition to what they may have served Lagerfeld, is not a fascination with all that is possible, existing, exciting, and marvellous. I don’t cultivate a cabinet of curiosities. Other than Lagerfeld, I’m not a man of the Baroque. (And I doubt anybody would call Lagerfeld a man of the Renaissance except perhaps he himself, but he was a conceited man, so his vote doesn’t count.) Books, and collections of books, are ballustrades that help keep one’s thoughts walking. Even when they pause, or quietly sit for years, when they finally pull themselves together again and start walking, slowly, hesitatingly at first, soon more self-assured and sturdy, the books are the handroll that keep especially the old thoughts, the long-carried ideas, walking. And through them me myself, and the specific ways this me perceives this world.
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simsa03Sadly, I have no clue about physics, astrophysics in particular. But I keep returning to the odd riddle of the universe "expanding", of what was "before" the Big Bang, and how that even came about. After which the universe kept expanding. To me, the universe is not a vast extension in space but in time. The universe could be really a tiny thing, but what makes the "illusion" of extension is the expanse in time in varying degrees of which we sense the universe. That means that rather than space we sense time and its extension. And it means that given our current theories by which we are pretty good in detecting objects and events in the past, we currently lack theories by which to identify objects and events around us in the future. But again, the vastness of the universe consists in time, not space, and the latter's distances are temporal distances that say nothing about the "real" spatial expansion. Just sayin' and just playing with bubbles.
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simsa03There was a time when the self was made up of the stuff one knew or what was common knowledge around. Barely will one have bothered with the possibilties of the unknown. Nowadays we seem far more to sense the vastness of what we know we don't know. That surely must have had an impact on the concept of self.
Again we're back nearly 60 years ago. When these war end, when the Neo-Stalinists, the Neo-Fascists, the Tech Barons have vanished, we will rebuild: Our societies, our environments, our economies, our compassion, our solidarity.
I guess I'll compile a playlist of songs to which old guys like me, 60 and over, are pushed to dance. This song by the Staples Sisters should make it on it.
Remarkable is not how Mark Knopfler keeps all instruments and the voice apart and prevents their blending. More interesting is how Dylan's harp gains the status of a solo instrument, almost melodical, substituting for a whole brass section.
Instead Wikipedia kept relying on three features:
• It organised information in the outdated format of print (dictionary, lemma, article, etc.)
• It kept depending upon the concept of multiple tiny content donations by volunteers (like small donations to charities).
• It treated every language version of Wikipedia as a distinct and isolated enyclopedic project, without automated translation and amendment of entries between different language versions.
All three features make Wikipedia an obsolete lexicographical and organisational concept. That doesn't mean it hasn't had immense benefits as a sociological phenomenon and as learnig experience for people to act collaboratively. But these times are gone now.
Somebody sarcastically takes down HL2 and its follow-ups Episode 1 and 2 as cheesy games, existing solely to make customers happy and developers jerk off over their physics engines – how can I now un-comprehend that?
"Story was never the boss of anything." (from the HL2 documentary), to which Civvie11 simply replies: "What?!" and ends the video.
So apparently there was never a HL3 b/c the developers had already milked all possibilities of the physics engine. It has never been about the story.
And that, at least for me, is closure enough for the gargantuan cliffhanger with which Episde 2 ended 18 years ago. It was never about the story, only about jerking off over the physics engine. Gee!