Spencer Case Makes his Debut in National Review Online

Long-time friend of and commenter at MavPhil sends me the very good news that he is on board at NRO.   Congratulations, Spencer!  We definitely need more philosophically-trained journalists, and given the corruption and ever-worsening decline of the academic world 'thanks' to leftists, young philosophers like Case do well to consider alternative careers in which they can write and think and preserve their liberty far from the hothouses of political correctness.

Spencer's debut article is Polemics and Philosophy from a British Contrarian, a review of two new books by Roger Scruton, the novel Notes from Underground, and the philosophical work, The Soul of the World.  Case's description of the novel make me want to read it, especially given my visit to Prague last September:

Notes from Underground is mainly set in 1985 in Communist-occupied Prague. Earlier in his career, Scruton covertly visited Prague behind the Iron Curtain, traveling as a lecturer, so the harsh descriptions have an authentic ring to them. Such descriptions allow Scruton to argue against leftist collectivism merely by describing its effects. Sometimes the storyline is coupled with searing polemics, which are most effective when they catch the reader off-guard. For instance, his protagonist observes, “Defenestration is a Czech tradition, the only one that the Communists had retained.”

The story is told in the first person by Jan Reichl, a Czech academic in the United States, who recounts his youth under Communism. Once valued for his past as a dissident writer, he now finds his worth diminishing in the eyes of the academy. Jan writes about his experiences from a meditative distance, full of references to the literature of Kafka, Dostoyevsky, and Zweig, as well as to the music of Schubert and Mahler. The book’s title itself is a reference to Dostoyevsky, whose novella Notes from the Underground is considered one of the first works of existentialist literature. The narrator’s distance from events reduces the emotional immediacy of some scenes, but it also gives the whole story a thoughtful melancholy.

Spencer has some meaty things to say in criticism of Scruton, so I suggest you all head over to  the former's ComBox to register your approbation, disapprobation, congratulations, whatever.  My guess is that he will be evaluated by the NRO editors in part by the length and quality of the comment threads he generates.

The Philosopher and the Thief

John Kaag in Harper's tells a fascinating story of William Ernest Hocking and his library, and he tells it well. (HT: Seldom Seen Slim)  No bibliophile could fail to enjoy it.

And this raises one of life's greatest mysteries.  Why do some of us value good books above bread while others of us are indifferent to them?  A harsh answer tempts me: the latter are human only in a biological sense.  But I warn myself not to succumb to misanthropy.

Here is John Kaag's PhilPapers page.

I have wrtten at least two Hocking entries.

Hocking on the Anarchist and the Criminal

Hocking on the Value of the Individual

Links and Plinks

Maverick Tattoos

I tend to take a dim view of tattoos, seeing them as the graffiti of the human body, and as yet another, perhaps minor, ingredient in the Decline of the West.  Christians believe that the body is the temple of the Holy Spirit; they ought to consider whether tattoos deface the temple.  But I do not dogmatize on this topic.  You can reasonably attack my graffiti analogy, and if you insist that tattoos are beautiful, not ugly, I won't be able to refute you.  If you argue that there is no, or needn't be, a connection between tattoos and cultural decline, you may have a case. You might even be able reasonably to maintain that the bodily temple is beautified by judicious inking.  Leviticus 19:28, see article below, cuts no ice with me.

I only advise caution: permanent or semi-permanent modifications of the mortal coil are to be made only after due deliberation.  You might want to consider such things as: the signal you're sending, your future employability, and, for the distaff contingent, how ugly that tattoo will look on your calf when you are 45 as opposed to 20 and the ink is cheek-by-jowl with varicose veins and cellulite.  Cute baristas in hip huggers with  tattoos on their lower backs invite impertinent questions as to how far down the patterns extend.  If you are thinking of a career in public relations, a bone through the nose is definitely out, as are facial hardware and a Charley Manson-style swastika tattooed onto the forehead.

See here for a harsher view.

So while I am pleased that one of my readers was sufficiently impressed with one of my sayings to tattoo it onto his forearm, my pleasure is alloyed by my slight aversion to tattoos.  In the second shot below, the same person sports the Logical Square of Opposition on his leg.  Perhaps he should follow it up with E. J. Lowe's Ontological Square of Opposition on the other leg.

Tattoo Baldocchi

Tattoo Baldocchi 2

Linking and Plinking

I Add to My Supply of Incandescents

IncandescentOn 11 June 2011, I wrote:

Banned on the Left Coast in the People's Republic of Californication!  It figures. It's sad to see what has become of my native state.  But I am fortunate to flourish in Arizona where bright sun and hard rock and self-reliant liberty-lovers have a suppressive effect on the miasma of leftists.  So with a firm resolve to stick it to the nanny-staters I headed out this afternoon in my Jeep Liberty to Costco where not a single incandescent was to be had.  So I went to Lowe's and cleaned 'em out.  I bought four 24-packs.  Three packs were Sylvania 60W 130V A19's @ $10.03 per pack  and one pack was Sylvania 100W 130V A19's @12.02 per pack.  Total: $42.11 for 96 bulbs. That comes to less than 44 cents per bulb.

The 130 volt rating means that I will get plenty of life out of these bulbs at the expense of a negligible reduction in illumination.  A voltage check at a wall socket revealed that I'm running just a tad below 120 V.

And now I am reminded of what were supposed to have been Goethe's last words: Licht, Licht, mehr Licht!  Light, light, more light!

………………..

Today I went to Home Despot Depot  to bag the last of their stock.  I bought 24 4-packs of Phillips 60W A19 1000 hour soft white bulbs @ $1.47 per 4-pack.  So I paid $35.28 for 96 bulbs.  That comes to less than 37 cents per bulb.  Nice warm cheap light.

I reckon I'll burn out before they all do.

So that's  my politically incorrect act for the day.  Or at least one of them.

Links and Shorts

  • What fools these mortals be! Death by atomic wedgie.
  • Why carry?
  • George Will on Gesture Liberalism: "liberalism’s belief that any institution of civil society can be properly broken to the saddle of the state."
  • Leftists lose in Chicagoland gun rights fight.
  • Rule by fools.  Their names say it all: Obama, Biden, Pelosi, Reid, Feinstein, Holder . . . .
  • Memo to Bill O'Reilly: the proprietor of a website is not the purveyor thereof.
  • Obama the Stupid: he thinks everyone should go to college.  So everyone is college material?
  • How the college bubble will burst.
  • Some straight talk about Social Security.
  • David Gelernter, The Closing of the Scientific Mind.  This is by far the most important of today's  links. I should devote a separate post to it.
  • Second most significant link of the day:  D. G. Myers, Academe Quits Me

Links and Quips

  • Interview: David Mamet's Conservative Conversion
  • Liberals who speak of unfettered capitalism tend to be unfettered idiots
  • I recently acquired an iPad Air.  Mr Obama, you did not build that, and no government either!
  • My man Hanson's latest
  • Will ObamaCare lead to Single Payer?
  • Rachel Maddow is crazy, too
  • Glenn Reynolds on alternative schooling
  • If 'ObamaCare' is a racial slur, then 'Romney Care' is an insult to Mormons.  Or something.
  • 'ObamaYomamaCare' is not a racial slur: it conveys that Obama wants to be the main mama of the nanny state
  • The willfully stupid deserve contempt: call him BOZO de Blasio.  Remember Bozo the Clown?
  • The Diplomad's personal encounter with ObamaCare
  • Thomas Sowell on 'Trickle Down'
  • The Agony of Frank Luntz

Quick Eggplant Parmigiana

To make it right is a royal PITA. First I make a killer sauce from scratch, a Bolognese or something pork-based.  That's plenty of work right there.  Then I cut an eggplant lengthwise, run the slices through egg wash, bread 'em and fry 'em in olive oil.  Extra virgin, of course.  Why monkey with anything else?  Then I make a  casserole with the cooked eggplant slices, intercalating  plenty of sauce and mozarella and other cheeses between the slices.  Then into the oven, covered,  at 350 for 35-40 minutes until bubbly hot. 

To make the one-pan quick version, crosscut the eggplant (so that it fits better in a large skillet) and fry with olive oil at moderate-high to high heat.  Eggplant sucks up oil something fierce, so keep adding the stuff. Don't worry, it's a good fat.  After all the pieces are cooked to the point of tenderness, set them aside to 'rest.'  Now, in the same pan, add more oil and saute  a blend of chopped onion, garlic, green peppers, and sliced mushrooms.  When that mixture is tender, layer on the eggplant slices with mozarella and a store-bought sauce.  There is no need to grate the mozarella, just slice it with a sharp knife.  It melts readily.  Dump in the usual spices: fresh-ground pepper, oregano, basil.  Cover, and let simmer at low heat until you have a nice molten mess of vegetarian chow:

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Serve with pasta, but you must absolutely avoid the Seven Deadly Sins of Pasta. Otherwise, I kill you. I prefer capellini, but it's all good.  The true aficionado avoids oversaucing his pasta, and he doesn't mix pasta and sauce together a priori as it were.  Do that, and I kick you, a posteriori.  A trencherman true  throws some sauce on top of the pasta and adds a little more or a lot more extra virgin olive oil.  Freshly grate some Romano or Parmesan cheese on top of that.  No crap out of a cardboard cylinder.   Then add a green garnish to set it off  such as Italian or American parsley, or, as I did last night, cilantro for a Southwestern accent.  Fresh from the garden.  Yes, you can actually grow stuff in Arizona in late December, which is another reason why Arizona is a terminus ad quem of Continental migration as oppose to a terminus a quo such as Minnesota.  Some places are for leavin' as some are for arrivin.' You should get something that looks like this. Serve on a big white plate.  Enjoy with a glass of Dago red.  Not as good as the real thing, but good enough, especially on the second day, reheated.

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New Year’s Eve Varia

‘Merry Xmas’

When I was eight years old or so and first took note of the phrase 'Merry Xmas,' my piety was offended by what I took to be the removal of 'Christ' from 'Christmas' only to be replaced by the universally recognized symbol for an unknown quantity, 'X.' But it wasn't long before I realized that the 'X' was merely a font-challenged typesetter's attempt at rendering the Greek Chi, an ancient abbreviation for 'Christ.' There is therefore nothing at all offensive in the expression 'Xmas.' Year after year, however, certain ignorant Christians who are old enough to know better make the mistake that I made when I was eight and corrected when I was ten.

And there are some dumb atheists who think 'Merry Xmas' is an insult.  These punks need to wise up on this point as on many others.

It just now occurs to me that 'Xmas' may be susceptible of a quasi-Tillichian reading. Paul Tillich is famous for his benighted definition of 'God' as 'whatever is one's ultimate concern.' Well, take the 'X' in 'Xmas' as a variable the values of which are whatever one wants to celebrate at this time of year. So for some, 'Xmas' will amount to Solsticemas, for burglars Swagmas, for materialists Lootmas, for gluttons Foodmas, for inebriates Hoochmas, and for ACLU extremists Antichristianitymas.

A reader suggests some further constructions:

For those who love the capitol of the Czech Republic: Pragmas. For Dutch Reformed theologians of Frisian extraction who think Christmas is silly: Hoekemas. For Dutch Reformed philosophy professors of Frisian extraction who like preserves on their toast: Jellemas. For fans of older British sci-fi flicks: Quatermas. For those who buy every special seasonal periodical they can get their hands on: Magmas. One could probably multiply such examples ad nauseum, so I won't.

How could an ACLU bonehead object to 'Xmas' so construed? No doubt he would find a way.

A while back I quipped that "Aporeticians qua aporeticians do not celebrate Christmas. They celebrate Enigmas."  My man Hodges shot back:  "But they do celebrate 'X-mas'! (Or maybe they 'cerebrate' it?)"

Merry Chimas to all, and to all a good night.