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Mother’s Day; mowing day; conspiracy theories

I wish a happy Mother’s Day to my own mother – and, for the first time, to Karin. I’m not sure what gifts they’d like. For my mother-in-law, I’m ordering a couple of novels by Wilkie Collins (I persuaded her to read The Woman in White for her birthday, and she enjoyed it). She needs more books because she Marie Kondo’d her house not long ago.

Honorable mentions for Mother’s Day: my grandmothers; my aunts; my cousins; and Ana, my sister-in-law.

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This evening, I mowed the back yard again. The grass was much shorter this week, and so it took about half as long to cut. The air was cooler, too. I didn’t get as tired.

It’s been three hours since I last arose from my chair.

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The friend I blogged about last time has posted the notorious “Plandemic” video to his Facebook feed. Actually, he posted it twice: once with YouTube, and once with Vimeo. YouTube removed the first upload. Facebook tagged the second upload with a “false information” warning and linked it to this useful debunking. (The original video is here.)

My friend had written of the video:

26 minutes. You decide.
Lots of info packed into a short video.
If you’ve watched it, feel free to comment.


I watched it but didn’t comment. It’s very gratifying, now, to read the debunking, which does contain some useful information.

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But this will do little to keep conspiracy theories from proliferating like Hydra’s heads. What’s needed is education about what conspiracy theories are and why they’re bad.

Some friends have shared this essay addressed to Christians, which makes some good points and includes useful links to sources that deal with conspiracy theories about the pandemic.

For a more systematic treatment, I recommend this book by the philosopher Quassim Cassam. It’s brief and clear; I was able to read it quickly. It distinguishes between theories about conspiracies and what Cassam calls Conspiracy Theories with capital initials (I’d prefer the label “conspiracy theories in the pejorative sense,” since, on Cassam’s view, all such theories are likely to be false). I found the book to be intuitively correct and very helpful for starting to think carefully about conspiracy theories. It also attends to psychological and sociological findings.

Unfortunately, not all reviewers have received the book approvingly or even charitably. It turns out that most philosophers who write about conspiracy theories are themselves conspiracy theorists (or are sympathetic to conspiracy theories). Which often happens in philosophy: those who write about a topic are likelier than others to take an unpopular view about it.

A new bedroom

Perhaps our greatest gain from Saturday’s shower, apart from the gift-haul for our son, was the huge plate of cheese that the guests hardly even nibbled at.

Since then, I’ve been snacking on delicious little leftover squares of cheese.

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Mary came over tonight to help rearrange our apartment for the baby. I don’t wish to brag, but, during our entire tenure at this property, one of our bedrooms has gone unused – except as a receptacle for cat toilets, books, and various exotic items.

Well, Karin & I can no longer afford such extravagance. Every inch must be drafted into service or stripped of clutter.

(There is a Shinto teacher, I’ve heard, who tells us how to do this with joy.)

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One thing I learned tonight: I need a bigger, better clothes dresser. The bottoms have fallen out of several of my drawers. The remaining drawers are bursting with clothes that survived this evening’s culling.

(NOTE: Some clothes were transported from another dresser that we emptied out to fill with the baby’s clothes.)

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Notoriously, many bloggers and social media users, upon achieving parenthood, become very tedious, unable to look up from the minutiae of daily living. I shall strive to avoid this fault.

Rest assured that I’ll continue to discuss the great subjects, such as morality and metaphysics.

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My favorite sentence in this entry:

“The bottoms have fallen out of several of my drawers.”

It can be interpreted in more than one way.