Saturday, August 23, 2003
I find blogging unseemly - probably because I fear mediocrity, and blogging allows us all greater access to mediocrity. Nevertheless, I've begun my own blog! Why? Because the Whale of Ignorance needs to be let out of his pool. And my friend just started a blog.
The Whale of Ignorance, like Rawls' veil of ignorance, is the product of a philosopher (of sorts). But it is not a fancy-schmancy scheme for determining the principles of justice, rather, it's what "veil of ignorance" sounds like when spoken by a man with a heavy Danish accent.
But the Whale of Ignorance also stands for so much less, viz what it feels like to be a philosophy graduate student. A ponderous mammal awash in the dark sea, waiting to be harpooned by contradiction and entangled in the strangling tuna nets of paradox. I will try not to bore you with the details of academe. Instead, I will bore you with accounts of my surfacings, wherein I breathe the increasingly alien odor of the world above water. ¶ 7:13 PM
The Whale of Ignorance, like Rawls' veil of ignorance, is the product of a philosopher (of sorts). But it is not a fancy-schmancy scheme for determining the principles of justice, rather, it's what "veil of ignorance" sounds like when spoken by a man with a heavy Danish accent.
But the Whale of Ignorance also stands for so much less, viz what it feels like to be a philosophy graduate student. A ponderous mammal awash in the dark sea, waiting to be harpooned by contradiction and entangled in the strangling tuna nets of paradox. I will try not to bore you with the details of academe. Instead, I will bore you with accounts of my surfacings, wherein I breathe the increasingly alien odor of the world above water. ¶ 7:13 PM
