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High today, here: 16. Dewpoint then: 4. High dewpoint: 4.
High today in TO: 16. Dewpoint then: 3. High dewpoint: 3.
Low today on the balcony: 8.4. High: 16.2. Currently: 10.1.
It's kind of cold.
Today's random reading material while eating my lunch in the UW library cafe was the end of Nicholas Rescher's "Moral Luck", in the collection Moral Luck edited by Daniel Statman, which I started reading during L.'s defense. This was an APA presidential address, so it's pretty broad and breezy, but there are a couple of interesting things about it: first, though this is basically hand-waving, it goes hard after Rawls (who is named in the text only as "a prominent ethicist" or somesuch) by dismissing the idea of constitutive moral luck; second, it replaces Kantian intentions with what you ordinarily would expect outcomes to be given the ordinary run of things (which is kind of a rule-consequentialism, I guess). Actually, now that I think about it again, it's not clear how you'd deal with drunk drivers if that's what you're concerned with, since, in the ordinary run of things, drunk drivers make it home safely.
Poked through some Apology commentaries (particularly R.E. Allen, Socrates and the Law, which points out that Socrates's speech, despite his opening declaration that he'll speak in his usual way and not in the rhetorical manner customary in court, conforms to all the classical conventions of Greek rhetoric), distracted by two girls talking behind me. They started out talking about sigma bonds and pi bonds. Then one asked the other how many metres are in an inch. (The other one started, "2.54 ... " and then said, "what?", and eventually said "0.000something.") Then they talked about the immature people in their tutorials who never stop talking. Then one of them talked on the phone ("I'm in the library") about going to the movies and why the person on the other end was feeling sad. Then one of them said that this was a very easy exam, and they agreed they must be geniuses. Then I went up a floor, and two guys sat down behind me and started talking, but further away, so I couldn't hear what they were saying, and I read the Crito again, and became very uncertain about the reading I want to give of it. Then I walked home, and on the way, I saw a heron land in a tree. Tomorrow, Phaedo.
High today in TO: 16. Dewpoint then: 3. High dewpoint: 3.
Low today on the balcony: 8.4. High: 16.2. Currently: 10.1.
It's kind of cold.
Today's random reading material while eating my lunch in the UW library cafe was the end of Nicholas Rescher's "Moral Luck", in the collection Moral Luck edited by Daniel Statman, which I started reading during L.'s defense. This was an APA presidential address, so it's pretty broad and breezy, but there are a couple of interesting things about it: first, though this is basically hand-waving, it goes hard after Rawls (who is named in the text only as "a prominent ethicist" or somesuch) by dismissing the idea of constitutive moral luck; second, it replaces Kantian intentions with what you ordinarily would expect outcomes to be given the ordinary run of things (which is kind of a rule-consequentialism, I guess). Actually, now that I think about it again, it's not clear how you'd deal with drunk drivers if that's what you're concerned with, since, in the ordinary run of things, drunk drivers make it home safely.
Poked through some Apology commentaries (particularly R.E. Allen, Socrates and the Law, which points out that Socrates's speech, despite his opening declaration that he'll speak in his usual way and not in the rhetorical manner customary in court, conforms to all the classical conventions of Greek rhetoric), distracted by two girls talking behind me. They started out talking about sigma bonds and pi bonds. Then one asked the other how many metres are in an inch. (The other one started, "2.54 ... " and then said, "what?", and eventually said "0.000something.") Then they talked about the immature people in their tutorials who never stop talking. Then one of them talked on the phone ("I'm in the library") about going to the movies and why the person on the other end was feeling sad. Then one of them said that this was a very easy exam, and they agreed they must be geniuses. Then I went up a floor, and two guys sat down behind me and started talking, but further away, so I couldn't hear what they were saying, and I read the Crito again, and became very uncertain about the reading I want to give of it. Then I walked home, and on the way, I saw a heron land in a tree. Tomorrow, Phaedo.
