It’s Xmas eve, and so far I am finding the holidays agreeable. H and I have returned to the Memphis area for a spell, and it has been enjoyable to sit around and do nothing more important than play through 20 years or so of Europa Universalis 3 in a sitting, eat too much, and take long naps. Kara, our 9-month old boykin spaniel, has no less than 5 dogs and 6 cats to play with here, so I perceive her mostly as a red-shifted blur, now that she is approaching the speed of light.
I have even gotten some reading done. I’m almost finished with Kaufmann’s Critique of Religion and Philosophy, and I’ve reread Hume’s Inquiry yet again. Hume always resets my keel; I feel far more balanced and reasonable in my core assumptions after reading Hume than any other philosopher or associated work. Come to think of it, back in undergrad when I failed Philosophy 101 twice due to falling asleep in the morning after working the late shift at Target and not getting home until after midnight, I never missed the lectures on Hume – I definitely listened to them three times. I finally got a B.