Undoubtedly, you’ve heard by now of the imminent publication of Carl Jung’s Red Book. The Jungian world is agog. Me too, and for a very personal reason.
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An amazing image
A friend sent me this beautiful image, which appeared in the Netherlands, and is said to be the largest crop circle to date.
So maybe evolution is more conscious than science has been ready to concede
The whole evolution debate that deforms our politics and social life is itself deformed by the assumption that the only “scientific” defense of evolution assumes that mutations that give the affected species a competitive advantage occur spontaneously, “by accident,” never by the intent of the organism or the species of (perish the thought!) of any agency beyond the organism or species other than sheer chance.
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… with a little help from my friends
If you’ve been to the blog in the past few days, you will have noticed that it has changed. A lot more changes coming. For the third time in a row, another friend to the rescue.
Forty-three and counting
How do you try to estimate the effect on your life of a habit that continues 43 years?
It was September 6, 1966. I was 20 years old, at the end of a summer of working in a glass factory, a few days away from heading out for my sophomore year in college. For a long time I had wanted to keep a journal – a diary, may be what I called it then – and finally I bought one.
Hemingway’s Service
I mentioned yesterday that I had discovered a book called The Hemingway Patrols: Ernest Hemingway And His Hunt For U-Boats, by Terry Mort. I highly recommend it. The author respects Hemingway without being blind to his failings. Indeed, he seems troubled by them, in the same way I am. That’s a long way from condemnation, and it’s an attitude we don’t see enough of. The book is copyrighted 2009, published by Scribner, of course, Hemingway’s long-time publisher.
This is from the epilogue, “The Meaning Of Nothing”:
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Hemingway’s not-so-unfinished Business
My column for the July, 2009, edition of the on-line magazine The Meta Arts was titled Hemingway’s Unfinished Business. It read as follows:
Who would have thought that the dead have unfinished business? But, if the model of our lives on the other side that the guys upstairs have provided is anything like correct, it would make sense. A chat I had with Hemingway a few months ago sheds light on the subject. Perhaps putting it on the record here will serve as the finger pointing to the moon.