We're actually going to start a new blogsite this semester, at https://philoshap2.blogspot.com/ -- see you there!
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What is it, how can we best pursue it, why should we? Supporting the study of these and related questions at Middle Tennessee State University and beyond. PHIL 3160 – Philosophy of Happiness - "Examining the concept of human happiness and its application in everyday living as discussed since antiquity by philosophers, psychologists, writers, spiritual leaders, and contributors to pop culture."
We're actually going to start a new blogsite this semester, at https://philoshap2.blogspot.com/ -- see you there!
jpo
"All habits need to be re-examined from time to time."
This @GreaterGoodSC podcast examines the practice of temporarily abstaining from something you find enjoyable. Featuring @michaelpollan & Dr. @DunnHappyLab. https://t.co/bH0Remkn1e https://t.co/LNmO6oJ7DQ
(https://twitter.com/HarvardCenterHH/status/1418658460753858560?s=02)
Those who reject false dichotomies are best. https://t.co/mmEb4cIOKR
— Phil Oliver (@OSOPHER) July 27, 2021
A ball game, a book, and a brat: happiness
Posted on July 9, 2021 - ColumnsAt 17, Dara McAnulty is becoming one of Britain’s most acclaimed nature writers, with work that touches on his autism as much as the world around his home.
MONEYDARRAGH, Northern Ireland — While he carefully stepped from one moss-carpeted rock to another, Dara McAnulty outlined his rules for nature watching.
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“You’ll never see something if you bring a camera,” he said on this coastal stretch of Northern Ireland, “and you’ll definitely never see what you’re intending to find.”
His rules quickly proved true. McAnulty had wanted to use the ramble near his home to show off the local curlew population, but it was high tide — with waves sending salt spray spurting over the rocks — and there were no birds to be seen.
Instead, he squatted down to stare into a rock pool in search of his latest obsession: shrimp. Seaweed swayed in the water, but there were no signs of marine life. Then, suddenly, he noticed the smallest movement. “Oh, there’s a shrimpy boy!” he shouted. “Oh my God, it’s amazing. Can you see it? Can you see it?”
(continues) https://www.nytimes.com/2021/07/07/books/dara-mcanulty-diary-of-a-young-naturalist.html?smid=em-share
There’s a Specific Kind of Joy We’ve Been Missing
We find our greatest bliss in moments of collective effervescence. It’s a concept coined in the early 20th century by the pioneering sociologist Émile Durkheim to describe the sense of energy and harmony people feel when they come together in a group around a shared purpose. Collective effervescence is the synchrony you feel when you slide into rhythm with strangers on a dance floor, colleagues in a brainstorming session, cousins at a religious service or teammates on a soccer field. And during this pandemic, it’s been largely absent from our lives.
Collective effervescence happens when joie de vivre spreads through a group...
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/07/10/opinion/sunday/covid-group-emotions-happiness.html?smid=em-share
From The New York Times: We Want to Travel and Party. Hold That Thought. How to grieve 16 months of sickness, death and isolation.
...Facing suffering head-on is not an easy task or one that’s encouraged in our culture, which values happiness inordinately. Telling or changing our story takes time, and it can be a painful process. But it’s a necessary one if we want to move past the brokenness of this difficult year toward a newfound sense of wholeness.
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/06/24/opinion/covid-pandemic-grief.html?smid=em-share
Shelby Foote was right about “true happiness in this world“: it’s all about finishing each day’s work and already looking forward in eager anticipation to the next. I’d rather not be anchored to a single desk, myself. I have several, at home and at school; and I try to think of every walkable spot of ground as part of a big rolling unbounded work station. I even regard my hammocks (which are also mobile) that way, when I want to. But then I’ve not published 3 million words between covers yet, so maybe I’m not quite the authority on this topic that he is.
In any case, I really love the way Shelby perked up near the end of that 3-hour C-SPAN session with the stony-faced and humorless Mr. Lamb to offer his vibrant observation about the connection between happiness and meaningful work. He’d clearly given the matter some thought, it’s exactly what he told the Paris Review in 1999:
“People say, My God, I can’t believe that you really worked that hard for twenty years. How in God’s name did you do it? Well, obviously I did it because I enjoyed it. I don’t deserve any credit for working hard. I was doing what I wanted to do. Shakespeare said it best: “The labor we delight in physics pain.” There’s no better feeling in the world than to lay your head on the pillow at night looking forward to getting up in the morning and returning to that desk. That’s real happiness.”
Just put figurative wheels on that desk and I’ll be right there with him.
"The problem isn’t buying shit, at least not exactly. It’s misidentifying, again and again, the source and character of our sadness."
— Anand Giridharadas (@AnandWrites) May 12, 2021
I love @annehelen's writing so much.
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It’s Hume’s birthday (May 7) and look what arrived just in time. pic.twitter.com/Z1H4tox3Eq
— Julian Baggini (@JulianBaggini) May 7, 2021
For Hume's Birthday: A very short film on The Imperfection of (his) Genius, ahead of my soon to be published by @PrincetonUPress book pic.twitter.com/nij6jJtoqR
— Julian Baggini (@JulianBaggini) May 7, 2021
“But he was racist,” students now insist. I agree with your response that his own work implicitly condemns racism, and would love to use your book in my courses on Enlightenment & Happiness. But does merely-implicit condemnation rise to meet the moment?
The ranking has led some Finns to ask: Really?
Here's a look at how the report is put together and why Finland keeps coming out on top.
https://t.co/woPexvugG6
(https://twitter.com/nytimes/status/1384449270053543936?s=02)
This year isn't living up to my hopes, so I am learning to hope in a new way.
I don't laugh much anymore. I am grieving a mismanaged pandemic that has taken too many of us and driven too many others to despair. I am grieving the assaults on American democracy by my fellow Americans. I am grieving the brutal news of the environment, which worsens with every new study. When a suicide bomber blew up a historic section of this town on Christmas morning, it felt entirely of a piece with a terrible, endless year. Surely, I thought, 2021 would be better.
But 2021 has not been better. The U.S. Capitol was invaded by U.S. citizens provoked by a U.S. president. Pandemic deaths are approaching half a million. The Doomsday Clock remains set at 100 seconds from disaster. My dog died. It all adds up to a sorrow that is both unimaginably vast and far too close to home.
I have faith in the promise of spring, but right now spring feels like just another cold concept, like the concept of herd immunity and the concept of reasonable Republicans. I know such things exist, but these days that knowledge feels more like a theory than a conviction...
And maybe it's enough in February, in these days that are so close to turning warm and bright and green again, when we are so close to being released from the prison of our homes, to think of happiness as neither distant nor grand. Perhaps it would help to remember that even now happiness is only what it has ever been: something that lights before us, immediate and insistent and always fleeting. Not a promise at all but a temporary gift. It lands, and lifts away, and returns again, ever flashing its wings.