World Philosophy Day took place on November 20. I didn't have as much time to celebrate as I might have preferred, but I did manage to watch a few minutes of a lecture from Michael Sugrue on Edmund Husserl.
Blue-Collar Philosophy
Saturday, November 22, 2025
World Philosophy Day
Sunday, November 2, 2025
Are Some Realities Mind-Independent?
Pardon the acerbic introduction, but what would happen if everyone in the world were to suddenly die?
There is no doubt that human consciousness would disappear, though there is some doubt that some of the things humans are conscious of would not.
Take trees, for example, which populate most of the Earth and can survive without humans caring for them. If everyone in the world disappeared, trees would still exist, even though none of us would have any thoughts about them or do anything that affected them. Trees are a mind-independent reality.
But some people perhaps think human consciousness, subjectivity, experience, etc. are more fundamental than I have wagered. They might say, for instance: "You're thinking about trees right now as you write this, so your ontological speculations about them existing without human consciousness to think about them folds upon itself."
Have I been backed into a corner? I do not believe so, and the reason is this: people die every day. Returning to the topic of trees, there were people who once knew about them who no longer exist and are no longer aware of trees (at least, not in the same fashion that a living person is). Yet I, as an existing person, am aware of trees.
The sum of human consciousness is not a static entity. It fluctuates, as some people are born, continue living, or die. We cannot afford to be Wanderers above the Sea of Fog or Ralph Waldo Emersons in all circumstances. Human individuality is not the most fundamental element of reality, as there are shared or public realities that outlast human individuals.
Tuesday, October 7, 2025
The Value of Nietzsche
Nietzsche is not a philosopher I take much interest in, but I do enjoying yelling "I am Beyond Good and Evil!" in my head whenever I approach a yellow traffic light that's about to turn red.
Saturday, June 21, 2025
Drone Music
I was listening to "Heaven" by Midwife & Amulets earlier today. It's 16 minutes of droney loop music. Not exactly my cup of tea, so I skipped ahead after ten minutes to see if any kind of variation might be on the horizon to justify the time I had spent waiting for something interesting to happen. This was to no avail, apart from some distortion to vary the texture a smidge.
As someone who makes electronic music, perhaps my complaining about repetition is ironic. I think I enjoy some music that could be classified as "drone," such as "Broken Wings" by Cowboys & Monsters. The difference between this piece and the previous one, as far as I can tell, is that this one only lasts for five minutes and has some cool beats to boot.
Anyway, my disappointment with "Heaven" got me thinking: What is it about this kind of music that certain people appreciate?
My initial thought is that this repetitive music is appealing because people want something to focus on. We live in an age of TikTok, infinite-yet-fragmentary commentary on X, DJs playing 30-second clips of music at sports events, and all the other usual things that social critics emptily moralize about.
The capacity to focus is not appreciated, even though it is essential to a rich interior life.
Aldous Huxley wrote an enduring (with some adjustments) passage in The Perennial Philosophy back in 1945:
The twentieth century is, among other things, the Age of Noise. Physical noise, mental noise and noise of desire—we hold history's record for all of them. That most popular and influential of all recent inventions, the radio, is nothing but a conduit through which pre-fabricated din can flow into our homes. . . . It penetrates the mind, filling it with a babel of distractions—news items, mutually irrelevant bits of information, blasts of corybantic or sentimental music. . . .
Sunday, June 1, 2025
Popularity
Concerning practical matters, popularity is often acceptable. That everyone in my community happens to drive on the right side of the road indicates that I ought to do the same, lest I should put myself or others in danger.
It is with artistic and intellectual matters, however, that popularity so often fails. Popularity is light and superficial; it floats about like dandelion pollen in the wind. The depths of man's creativity and interest will not be satisfied by lightness and superficiality, but by weight and quality.
