Philosophy/television/tuna
Right now the most entertaining thing in my life is my philosophy class. I don’t expect Bethel to hire me again, so I teach however I want to. I’m always going on about which arguer bears the burden of proof. Not very riveting. … Well, too bad. I want my students to learn conscientiousness. I mean, I want them to acquire the habit of obsessing over who has the burden of proof.
(If they end up thinking in this way, I’ll have taught them something valuable: something which should serve them well during their marriages.)
(If they end up thinking in this way, I’ll have taught them something valuable: something which should serve them well during their marriages.)
(Dunno if I’ll ever write about my teaching at IUSB.)
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After a long day of teaching, I walk over to Mary’s & Martin’s house and we all lie on couches in the living room. (M&M are high school teachers: always tired.) Eventually we all try to grade papers. Martin goes away to the dining room. Mary and I remain in the living room and try to grade while watching Blue Planet (David Attenborough’s TV show about predation in the seas). Orcas hunt down a gray whale calf. They separate it from its mother and then push it under water to drown it. Mary is horrified. It seems to me, though, that the plankton get the rawest deal.
Later, Mary complains that the dolphins are skanky with one another. This is how I can tell that Blue Planet is her kind of show.
The episode causes Mary to desire tuna. She gets off the couch and puts some into a bowl. Bianca, the cat, wakes up, sniffs the air, and walks over to Mary (oh yeah, I forgot to mention that M&M have a cat). Soon I also am craving tuna. I warm up some leftover tuna casserole. Bianca walks over to me, doe-eyed (but in the manner of a cat). No dice, babe.