No doubt, such an inclination can lead to a certain anti-intellectualism. Which, I have to say, is not necessarily a bad thing per se.
Nietzsche tells us that the greatest question of philosophy is nutrition: What do you eat? What makes you the healthiest, feeling the best? What do you most desire in your mouth, in your belly?
I took a modern art history class in college in which I learned the least about images, even if I did learn some good things.
As Derrida would say: there is no raw food, no culture without writing, no pure humanity.
Habit has a way of breaking down, especially as you age.
There’s a swift rise in online universities.
After all, when you’re on your deathbed and look back on your life, you don’t want to have regrets, right?
Cool is restrained, but not repressed, passion.
I am rarely calm as I drive through San Francisco.
Death is not nothing.