This Pam-toon was inspired by two curiosities. I wondered how coherent it would be for an amnesiac to recount her “lived experience” of her forty years as a member of a marginalised group. And I wondered, given the following vignette,… Read More ›
memory
An example of beautiful prose in Thomas Hobbes’ Leviathan.
You’ve surely had that experience where you’ve set down your keys, or a phone number, or a bank card but can’t remember where. You turn your pockets inside out, rifle through the cushions on the sofa, search the crevices of… Read More ›
What’s in a name? A face, a voice, laughter, habits brought readily to mind.
The names of the people we love are like beads on a Rosary, well-worn worry stones oft-fondled for comfort and reassurance.
The day the Russians nuked my sawmill camp. A survivor’s memoir.
Prelude: After 44 years, my memory of this late cold-war-era event is not perfect. But it left an impression that planted seeds for my future interest in social epistemology, the social dimension of knowledge. Perhaps as something like Y2K will… Read More ›
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