AND SPEAKING OF NOT RESTING…: Here’s what I learned in New Haven:

–I can still do three hours of sleep a night for three nights! Yay, coffee!

–Some Indian food really is too spicy.

–Oh, but it’s still so good…just one more bite…owww…

–If you’re going to drink Dubra vodka, you might as well just drink antifreeze. Although I bet Dubra is cheaper.

–Not all students are Organization Kids. At least twenty of them are willing to stay up ’til dawn in intense debate because they’re addicted to the search for truth and beauty.

–Yale still won’t tenure philosophy professors. I’m not sure why–presumably there’s still fallout from the intradepartmental war of past decades–but if Yale’s administrators understood the purpose of a university they’d recognize the flourescent, honking lousiness of this situation. I remember one class on Plato’s metaphysics in which the professor used Yale’s idea of education as an example of the appetitive mentality undisciplined by reason: The college is directed toward its own and its students’ desires for money, influence, and prestige, not toward the good of their souls. In Yale’s defense, almost all the philosophy profs who taught me were terrific and inspiring; two of them are even still at Yale…. I’ll post a couple apposite quotes from The Souls of Black Folk in a bit.

–New Haven is never warm. (No wait, sometimes it’s stifling.)


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