In a bit of a break from my usual theory, policy, and geekery, I wanted to share two moments of silliness. My parents have a new dog, who has a firm attachement to a orange rubber ball with legs. We call it his squeaker. Here he is:
Owning dogs gives me a constant reminder that there is objective good. In philosophy class, and in politics, subjectiveness comes standard. But patting a dog, or even harassing them into doing tricks, feels like as pure good as I can imagine.
“I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.”–George Robert Gissing