This is what I think of when I think of participatory democracy. Heaving mounds of participatory democracy...
In other news, the major is going well - we had a very productive meeting with the Dean on Friday and made major headway. I've been immersed in political philosophy in preparation for this Dune and Philosophy article, and I have discovered entirely new veins of procrastination at my intellectual dig site. I brought three books on Hobbes home with me over the weekend, put them on my table outside with the idea of reading in the warmth (mid-70's all weekend), and proceeded to ignore them until Monday morning.
Another book arrived today (Essential Histories: The English Civil Wars 1642-1651), but it promises to be a faster read. Hobbes wrote the Leviathan within the context of the English civil war, a bloody nine-year affair (which extends further back before Charles I, which I learned in conversation with Hanno on the way to Mexican Mondays (lunch, not a cultural diversity thing)). Suffice it to say that England was sufficient nasty and violent to inspire Hobbes to write about the most base parts of the human psyche, in which our natural reason tells us that the most reasonable conduct involves killing others before they kill you. Or, to paraphrase Teddy Roosevelt, beat them with a crowbar before you speak softly. Or something.
Anyway, I'm off to the gym before dinner and more reading. The joys of modern academia.
Alles Gute.
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