• NPR: Neo-Patriotic Rhetoric [Allegedly]

    The one word that for the past week has been most overused, overstressed, and blindly repeated: alleged. In reference this past week to the US soldier who murdered children and women. Taken down from the shelf and dusted off every… more ›

  • On Phenomenology: A Defense

    As the correlation between perceived phenomena and the universal structures of meaning, phenomenology altogether rejects scientism, the undue privilege given the natural sciences in mediating and explaining our experience of the world. However, to claim that phenomenologists (Husserl, Heidegger, Lévinas,… more ›

  • Four in the Morning

    Wisława Szymborska (July 2, 1923 – February 1, 2012). Rest in peace. more ›

  • Mindful of the Date

    Seventy years ago today a small group of people meet for ninety minutes at a lovely villa in a Berlin suburb to articulate how they would systematically murder another “group” of people. It’s difficult at best not to come across… more ›

  • On touching

    In touching others, he touches himself. In touch, he becomes the object of his own touch insofar as the surface of others touches back, insofar as he receives in return the touch he gives. He thinks he may touch solely… more ›

  • Barabbas, Son of the Father (In Our Age)

    It was unanimous: Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John have the Jews calling out the name Barabbas, calling out for Barabbas’s release, calling for the crucifixion of Jesus, the other Son of God the Father. But only the overly zealous author… more ›

  • Cursory Notes on Phenomenology

    “Intentionality” expresses the notion that all consciousness shows itself as consciousness of. Therefore, with the employment of the phenomenological method, one escapes the interiority of egoistic solipsism and instead finds that the world and the mind are correlated with one… more ›

  • Sol Invictus

    Anselm Kiefer’s Sol Invictus Kiefer is one of my favorite living artists, and I’m happy to live near Fort Worth, where many of his works are housed. I post this here not only because of my appreciation of his art but… more ›

  • Fire in My Belly

    In 1992, I bought David Wojnarowicz’s Memories That Smell Like Gasoline for $15—a hefty price at the time for someone so underemployed and lost in the world. Later, when I entered graduate school and briefly thought I would devote my… more ›

  • Day Two

    Of the days on which I may have received an email or a phone call informing me that someone somewhere (see previous map) wants to interview me based upon my stellar dossier and outstanding research program. I go into Day… more ›