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It’s Towel Day today, because “A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.”

Secure your own oxygen mask before assisting others.
Most airlines and all good gurus.
Eating with the fullest pleasure — pleasure, that is, that does not depend on ignorance — is perhaps the profoundest enactment of our connection with the world. In this pleasure we experience and celebrate our dependence and our gratitude, for we are living from mystery, from creatures we did not make and powers we cannot comprehend.
Attributed to Wendell Berry, by Michael Pollan, In Defense of Food An Eater’s Manifesto, pp. 196-197.

Tapwater Jackson Bio Request

A short Tapwater Jackson bio, for inclusion in a distant site:

Baritone ukulele and tenor guitar consultant and ego kabuki critic, Tapwater Jackson has performed as a sideman on various instruments, and in multiple genres, for more than 40 years — usually underpaid and frequently without credit. He has also sold visual artwork, but cannot understand why. Although trained in classical music and jazz, Jackson has also composed, performed, and recorded microtonal nonsense, having tuned salad bowls to C very very flat, and perfected the art of playing a Chinese gong with a violin bow. Finding music composition too difficult as a major, he settled for a degree in philosophy, which was far easier. It was also the road to living small.

His current set lists seem to land in the American Songbook from 1910 to yesterday, with some straight-faced irony and shameless back beats. He is fortunate to have an unrelated trade, requiring a terminal degree, with which he can make a living without the need for food stamps.

Tapwater Jackson was a writer and Contributing Editor for River Explorer magazine, until its implosion and inevitable lawsuit. He was not a named defendant, which makes a compelling argument for not participating in ego theater, and for moving beyond the need for recognition.

Although Tapwater Jackson has lived his entire life as though it were a sand painting, he sometimes wishes that he had not.

Currently, Tapwater is without cat, dog, wife, girlfriend, or tobacco addiction. He misses several of those.

Tapwater Jackson wears comfortable shoes.

Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, and life to everything.
Attributed to Plato
The nonobservant atheist has neither formed a belief in God nor allowed that lack of belief to rise to the level of faith in no God.
Tapwater Jackson
“[I]t is as though, on the winding ill-lit stairway of our life, we suddenly come across a window, through which we catch sight of another and brighter world — a world to which we belong but which we cannot enter.”

Effing the Ineffible, Big Questions Online — Image Richard Legner/Getty

All that I know of morality I learnt from football.
Albert Camus
In a football match, everything is complicated by the presence of the other team.
Jean-Paul Sartre
Via Letters of Note

Still the epitome of modern philosophical inquiry and line quality.

See Dick run!  Run, Dick, run!  
Via TYWKIWDBI

Normative Dick and Janism here.  

See also, “The Dynamics of Interbeing and Monological Imperatives in Dick and Jane: A Study in Psychic Transrelational Gender Modes.”

See Dick run! Run, Dick, run!

Via TYWKIWDBI

Normative Dick and Janism here.

See also, “The Dynamics of Interbeing and Monological Imperatives in Dick and Jane: A Study in Psychic Transrelational Gender Modes.”

I now perceive one immense omission in my psychology — the deepest principle of Human Nature is the craving to be appreciated.
William James, in The Letters of William James, Vol. 2 (1920). Letter to his class at Radcliffe College (6 April 1896).

To put this in perspective, the class gave him an azalea plant.

Tapwater Jackson’s Tomorrow

Tomorrow I will not be quite so full of myself, and I will not act as though I am central to existence. I will make a dog, a cat, and a child feel loved, and I will smile at strangers and open doors for them. I will sincerely compliment my wife on her many great qualities and shine a pair of her shoes when she is not looking. Tomorrow I will be a little better than the best I was today — and unavoidably a little worse, too, but I will pay attention to that tendency.