Occasion: honoring philosopher / historian / Grass-Valley-native-turned-Harvard-Man Josiah Royce at his place of birth, now the Grass Valley (Royce) Library; four interlopers from the halls of academe descended upon Grass Valley to speak on various aspects of and relations to Royce's thoughts and writings.
Audience:
- To my left: Bruce Conklin, riffing off Royce's mother Sarah with Mary Hallock Foote and Julia Morgan.
- To my right: George Rebane, aiming to clarify the Absolute.
- In between: self, wondering (incoherently) where to get the most interesting information the easiest way.
- Before self: strawberries, which nobody passed around.
- Recording for posterity: NCTV
- Unnatural constraint on communication: a microphone which needed to be brought to each would-be questioner in turn. (the utterances were not pre-moderated however)
Speakers' themes: recursion / metonymy / synecdoche / epitome
Gist: there are no unrelated topics
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For context: past NCFocus posts on North Star House controversy (full Oct 2004 archive), another Julia Morgan house
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Appendix:
If you're curious about the nature of Saturday's discourse, here's a sample* from one of the speakers:
...a moment ago I realized that, if I had understood precisely what [Josef] was trying to get at when he pointed out that for Hegel the Absolute is "social," I could have improvised a contribution that might have been truly helpful in articulating the stakes of theorizing California as a polity through the lens of German Idealism.
Got it?
It never hurts to know what the individual words mean, so I looked up polity.
It doesn't always help to know what the individual words mean.
4 comments:
"There are no unrelated topics." Hmmm... seems like I've heard that somewhere before...
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Indeed. :-)
Daniel, I wish you could have been there, it was transcendant - the relativity was so thick you could've cut it with a knife.
and not just any knife; it was a veritable Gordian knot of relativity.
memo to self: the lameness of lexical leaps that appeared amusing in the dead of night becomes all too clear in the light of the following day.
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