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  • Sense & Sensibility

    By Oronte January 2, 2008 1:38 pm

    Recently I had lunch with a materials science professor, and my family spent New Year’s with an engineer and his family. I’ve also been readying to guest-post with the science set over at The World’s Fair and stumbled on a list of dozens of distinguished scientists in artificial intelligence, signal processing, zoology, and other fields, whom the U.S. Navy funds to help protect us from enemy submarines and frogmen.

    Being reminded of how many work in practicality is enough to make a liberal arts person despair. Luckily I didn’t attend the big humanities convention over the holiday, or I might have determined to go back to school for accountancy.

    Call it humanist’s New Year’s dis-ease: The feeling that one has not chosen one’s life’s work wisely, because one is, let’s say, an adjunct lecturer in English at a big state university instead of a member of the Fermilab steering group.

    On a long drive down a barren Midwest highway, this can lead to greater, more generalized, doubt. Sure, one thinks: I have known art, the best that humankind has thought and felt, our tie to the universal and eternal, and that which defies The Void. Why then do I still worry for my children? Why fear loss, strangeness, pain, decrepitude, the conscious hours of dying? Wait, one thinks: I’m not even a humanities scholar proper. I’ve become…I’m…a blogger. O God!

    One might think one’s understanding of the human condition could be used to elevate mood, but it often lifts for unconscious reasons instead—maybe a view of a hut sheltered from the wind by a low hill, or trees against the sky on a friendly ridgeline.

    That evening, still confused, one opens W.H. Auden’s commonplace book and finds this filed under “Solitude and Loneliness”:

    Letting rip a fart—
    It doesn’t make you laugh
    When you live alone.
    (Anon. Japanese [trans. Geoffrey Bownas])

    And one feels that this observation, caught in a flash by some fine sensibility, is worth any number of decades-long projects fashioning littoral seabed neural networks with autonomously deploying explosive devices.

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Comments on Sense & Sensibility

  • Posted by Christine on January 2, 2008 at 3:00pm EST
  • Don't despair, O. Churm -- the world needs humanities lecturers just as much as it needs mechanical engineers, zoologists, and garbage collectors.

    We need those who work in "practical" fields to discover and change the way the world works. We need the writers, artists, and other "non-practical" sorts to tell us what, and how, those changes mean.

  • Posted by dallas on January 4, 2008 at 4:30pm EST
  • A great observation about gaseous emanations.
    From what I've gleaned from Neil Postman, I agree that language and rhetoric go to the heart of how we think, and that the current state of media is intimately related to the current state of the world.
    But remember--those oceanic artificial neural networks aren't going to build themselves!

  • Posted by LovesPancakes on January 4, 2008 at 4:30pm EST
  • That's two posts in a row about farting. Something going on over there at Churm house we should know about Mr O?

  • Posted by Libbey on January 9, 2008 at 12:35pm EST
  • This post absolutely made my day, and I suspect that it will come back to me when my spirits flag. In my job I straddle the sciences and humanities, and I often feel like I've made a mistake by not committing completely to one or the other... but that's neither here nor there. Neither is the fact that I was just, over Christmas, remarking to my sister and bro-in-law that I miss having someone around to laugh at my farts. But it sure is nice to have someone so venerated say the same thing so eloquently. Somehow makes me feel like I do belong in the world.

  • Posted by Libbey on January 9, 2008 at 1:40pm EST
  • Whoops, at first I thought W.H. Auden wrote that little beauty, but at second glance I see that's not the case. But I still appreciate the heck out of it.

  • Posted by Oronte on January 10, 2008 at 11:05pm EST
  • Libbey, I'll laugh with you any time you feel the urge. I'm laughin' now, just thinkin' about it.