She sleeps.
***
Uncharacteristically personal of you, Jordan. Going soft on us? And where's my copy of The Hat?
***
Meanwhile this is all about me, the classroom junkie, who after everything missed the darkroom appointment and lecture yesterday for a faculty meeting, so pressed on towards the seminar on dialogue and Buber last night though by that time felt nothing more than just plain mean. And incoherent. Having slept, now I am looking at this schedule:
Tues. 8:00 am First Philosophy
10:15 am Natural Theology
Thur. 8:00 am Introduction to Philosophy
10:15 am Taped Conference
Fri. 10:15 am Ethics
7:45 pm Spiritual Conference
Sat. 8:00 am Greek Philosophy (Seminar)
10:15 am Divine Liturgy
and thinking, really? Anyone can go? For free? "Philosophy of Artistic Activity": I teach Wednesday mornings don't you know.
***
Blustery cold day, the house is cold. Somebody's got stuff in the washer and I've got more stuff to hang and fold I'm avoiding. If we presume a semiotic no encounter is unmediated, someone said last night while we dug around for an example of I-Thou, which makes the I-Thou impossible. Anyway Buber's example is a tree. And sometimes art. Such as poetry, which is all about mediation. I sipped a diet coke and my hands shook with tiredness and I tried to dump the Corinthians from my head because it was no use. The embarrassment in the text is God of course from which we would attempt to salvage Buber to make it more philosophically intact, less sloppy, less mystic. And Zali kept saying what is most interesting once we see that it fails is Buber's You. I is implied. So what about You? When God went walking in the garden in the cool of the day, he asked the first question to appear in the Bible. The unanswerable question. He said: where are You?
***
"even as also I am known"--that's the part, isn't it? That forges You?
***
