Ade Webb

Flying.Saucer.Dudes by Béla Fleck and the Flecktones. It’s in the middle of the Burntwood River that passes through Manitoba in Canada.

I love the production on Lewis Taylor’s tracks.

I get this when she enters a newsagents for 30 seconds

Kidmurderationary actions

Handcar

For all the GPS, AI, mapping, monitoring hype, my phone still assumes I’m driving down the railway tracks a few times a week.

The riff from Love Action is never far from my IAMs. The bike ones are somewhat like being wrenched momentarily back to that place rather than just remembering it. Often quite disconcerting

In Julian Barnes latest (and last 😢) novel he spends the opening pages considering IAMs (involuntary autobiographical memories). I get musical IAMs all the time and bizarrely ones of places where I’ve been riding a bicycle.

Brilliant! Have you looked into the potential influence of Charles Bonnet syndrome on the lore of little people?

Most from shame

Brilliant take 🙌🏻 (Also occurs to me that when I’m burning the candle at both ends and say in my defence “you’re a long time dead”, I’m only half joking. I need to know it ends … partic when forcefully squeezing the most from my short life…)

Just played a gig ‘with food’. 90% of the food was cheese. I love cheese but jeez… I’m going to dream tonight 🧀

Matter muttering also

I always return to John Scofield. A Go-Go is the panacea or with Medeski, Martin and Wood… or Uberjam for surprise and delight. My favourite ever guitarist out of a very long long list

Our family’s favourite ever film.

@petersjostedth.bsky.social

If I am ever stressed in future, I’m going to think of Chester the Shiba Inu who I met while skiing last week. The embodiment of calm chill. The face… 🥹

10.43am and I’m already cleaning Wyman’s slum of possibles

Church of Molt. Slightly upgraded Searlian Chinese rooms feeding ticker tape into each other and causing everyone to spontaneously wet their pants. #philsky

Communities goldfish bowling syntactic processing gymnastics, almost free of grounded semantics (and even less pragmatics). Searle’s Chinese room with linguistically persuasive bells and whistles.

I suspect with the ‘no-one going’ coverage, it now attracts the SBIG audience. And journos needing to write about it 😉

The term ‘Thought patterns’ sits at a tricky junction in the mind-body problem. Do particular thoughts have a ‘pattern’ that is repeatedly realised in the brain? Or is the ‘pattern’ an interpretation overlaid onto behaviour using a metaphor from material culture?

If the compound ‘Trumpisn’t’
wasn’t deliberate, I vote style it out. It’s the sort of word we need in times like these.

Heineken Zero Qualia

The picture makes it 😂

What’s the source? Would like to read all of this.

[sic] to function as a meta-linguistic marker for accurate reporting of erroneous phraseology. Unless ‘sicko fan’ is considered an eggcorn. Then we’re in uncharted territory!

Perhaps it will not be a matter of planning at all but of improvisations which the widely growing emergency will cause humanity's inventive genius to devise from occasion to occasion. l do not know-and probably no one does. Only the great imperative is overwhelmingly clear to me along with the fact that the human mind alone, the great creator of the danger, can be the potential rescuer from it. No rescuer god will relieve it of this duty, which its position in the order of things places upon it. From the abyss that is now becoming visible there arise questions we have scarcely ever asked before. Here, in conclusion, a sampling of them. Can nature continue to tolerate the human mind, which it created from its own substance? Must it eliminate the human mind because it finds that mind too destructive of the natural order? Or can the mind ultimately make itself tolerable for nature once it has become aware that it is intolerable? Is peace possible when war was the primeval law governing the relationship between the two? Or was tragedy perhaps the original purpose behind the birth of mind? Is the drama, in spite of its tragic ending, worth performing for the sake of the unfolding of the plot? And how can we make the drama worthwhile in itself, regardless of the ending? How much of its worthwhileness can we sacrifice in order to attempt to avert catastrophe? Is it permissible for us to be inhumane so that humans can continue to live on Earth? And so on. All of these are questions of the type Wittgenstein forbade us to ask, since there can be no verifiable answers to them. But they help us to recognize the existing situation, which forces these questions upon us, and to see that it is ourselves to whom these questions are addressed

I read Hans Jonas’ 1992 speech ‘Philosophy at the End of the Century’ on the recommendation of my prof. Glad I did. The final pages are prescient for the early 90s. #philsky www.jstor.org/stable/40971...

It remains progress, Tom 💪🏻

The tide [sic] in the original carries strong indicative power

A very large leaf in a leaflet rack

The quality of handouts in the philosophy department’s leaflet rack has undergone a significant improvement