I’m making less progress getting my lecture notes in order – even though, with two exceptions (excerpts from Aristotle’s Categories; Descartes’s third meditation) I did the same readings last fall. I just need to get Powerpoint slides boiled down into actual notes, since that didn’t really work that well last semester (too much written material means too easy for the students to just repeat what I said verbatim.)
I do feel bad that I haven’t read LJ in ages. I feel like I’m neglecting friends and taking without giving much to you guys. Not intentional, I promise, for whatever that’s worth. Part of it is I’ve been feeling thoroughly wonky. July 16 is a sad anniversary for me, but I’m not as upset as I usually am. I’m actually feeling less depressed than I have in a long time, I think because some metabolic things are more under control so depression is just depression, you know? But whatever the reason I’ve been feeling guilty that I’m not as sad. Actually, I’m really looking forward to the new HP movie, which is released the day before. And that feels like a betrayal of a sort, even though I know it’s not.
What else? I am mainly working on research. I’m looking at different medieval theories of language for my dissertation-prep reading list. Basically I want to look at whether we can name God or describe Him given most religious people don’t think we can get a full comprehension of Him. Which fits in nicely with my previous (and hardly dormant) obsession with the ontological argument – the first half of that assumes we have a definite idea of God in our understanding, or seems to. Anyway, it’s all fascinating if technical, and it’s a very necessary antidote to all the bone-headed things people are saying in the name of religion. It helps remind me of just what I find so appealing about the religious, and in particular the Jesuit Catholic philosophical, tradition.
It’s blazing hot here and I haven’t been able to do much more than pay homage to the air conditioner. There’s a sort of glee whenever I go into some place with central air on, like the supermarket. That feeling is actually quite nice – it’s what I think a foodie friend means when she talks about the frisson she gets heading into a restaurant.
One thing that has been on my mind lately is the question, how much room do we make for religious people to discriminate where we think that’s proper? It’s coming up in the DADT negotiations (conservative clergy want a guarantee they won’t have to marry gay soldiers), and in Illinois as well because Catholic charities want to not have to place foster kids with married gay couples. I actually find myself sympathetic to the Catholic charities, as much as I hate to admit it. I mean, obviously they’re wrong but I find myself thinking we should make room for them through accommodations so far as we’re able, for reasons that are too complicated to go into at the moment. (I will, though. Now that I’ve survived the busy part of the week I think I will find the time soon.)
I have been fighting with the insurance companies over prescription drug coverage. They say I have hit my yearly limit, which I have, but that limit is too low if it can’t cover even basic maintenance medications. But they are helping me work some things out like arranging samples for one of my medications and getting me added to a prescription savings plan that I’m not usually eligible for. Still, it’s beyond frustrating because I have no choice here. You can’t leave your health insurance plan and get your own (it’s prohibitively expensive), so I have no bargaining power with the insurance company. Even if I wanted more robust coverage it’s not an option. This is the great free market economy at work? :-S
Enough of that for now, though. I want to run and catch X-Men. Ciao for now,