The phrase “my lived experience” must be reported to the Department of Idiotic Redundancies. What other kind of experience could you have?
sociology
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 ›
