Philosopher King's of Yardley

our summer intern, dubbed ‘WinkleHawk ( the winkle is short for periwinkle, the color of the car he borrowed from his parents to drive to work this summer, and hawk because of the mohawk he acquired due to an unfortunate bet that he lost to a rival philadelphia area band) is not only a graphic design major, but also a philosophy minor. a man of my own heart and mind.his disposition and recent educational encounters led to a few lunch discussion about silopsism, intrinsic assignment of virtue and beauty, and the appeal and disappointment of Marxism. this discourse has reawakened some slumbering beasts that I thought had long been turned to compost in my churning mind. it didn’t take long for them to take breath again and stalk me in my waking hours and always in my nightmares.

it should always shock us what low esteem philosophy has earned in our popular culture. but it doesn’t. shock us, that is. this kind of inquiry is dismissed. useless and inapplicable. pointless. i can’t help but feel the opposite is true. our everyday lives can only be enriched by engaging the world around us on a deeper level. interrogate the assumptions we make and investigate why those assumptions exist. everyday. it is the country populated by those guilty of intellectual laziness, and oversimplified ideas which ceases to care or engage, or arguably exist. social, political, global, interpersonal, economic, religious. how we construct knowledge defines us as individuals and as a culture. let us be filled with critique and carry high minds.