How do we know what we know? Do we gain memory directly through experience or through the experience of others? Is remembering something enough ownership of an idea to give it resonance beyond our own mind? How do we know what to search for when we don’t yet know what we don’t know?
Continue reading → Knowing What to Look for and Where to Look for It
If we were to have a mascot for this Scientific Aesthetic blog where the Arts and Science converge, it would undoubtedly be the visage of the medically trained essayist, poet philosopher and Harvard professor — and brother of Henry and Alice and son of Henry, Sr. — William James.
I read an insult online the other day. Someone called another person “overeducated” — and the angry howling in agreement from the malingering crowd that followed that contextual rasping — make me realize there is a concentrated, and vocal, segment of this country that loathes learning and defiles any sense of being “book smart” or thoughtfully, formally, trained.
In our article — Men of Summer, Women of Winter — we investigated the differences in sport presentation on television based on the male and female form. Today, we take that analysis a step further with the mysterious and dangerous notion of — When Did You Know? — and its deadly role in the workplace.
Continue reading → Men Worry About Knowing, Women Worry About Welfare
There is no greater moment of trepidation for a Playwright — or any author, really — when you’re dealing with a Director or an editor who replies — “I’ll know it when I see it” — in response to your asking for clarification on a change they want made.
Are we forever at the end of the Know-It-All? You know the sort of person I’m describing, right? The kind who always know the right answer to everything when asked and, if not asked, will offer up blind bits of trivia on their own accord from the dark recesses of history while simultaneously adding living citations and quotes from books, politicians and serving up sharp shards of microinformation that only encyclopedia writers need to know.
Miep Gies died Monday night. She was 100-years-old, and while we will miss her spirit, we must not weep for her. Miep’s life life was filled with good deeds and her legacy in the arc of human suffering is evergreen and must never be forgotten; she was one of those rare, grand, people, who live a proper and righteous life. Without Miep Gies, we would not have Anne Frank.
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