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Epistemological Quandry
How can I tell whether you are talking to me, somebody else, or yourself? I'm happy to be your addressee, just as I'm happy to have you be mine. But I'm tired of feeling hailed by words that trace a boomerang's course.

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_luaineach From: _luaineach Date: May 7th, 2006 09:20 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
How can I tell whether you are talking to me, somebody else, or yourself?

Just ask?
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: May 7th, 2006 09:29 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
That might work with you, but I'm less confident that it would work with others. Because often the deliverer of a soliloquy wants to be overheard, whether that wish is a secret to her or himself or not.
From: (Anonymous) Date: May 7th, 2006 11:48 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Well, of course, one wonders, who are you talking to? --Laura
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: May 8th, 2006 12:17 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
There's the rub: "Emile Benveniste, get out your WD-40!"
From: ex_benlinus Date: May 8th, 2006 01:15 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I've had a few of these experiences - I know exactly what you're talking about. I say, when in doubt, don't bother to care. Easier said than done, maybe, but at least it's a goal. I'm usually tempted to get into a battle to see who can be more of a passive-aggressive motherfucker in such circumstances, but Arizona and years have mellowed me out a bit.
If you're not too swamped with finals week, Wednesday night, Suns game starts at 7.30. Fox and Hound. I have a coupon. It will save us $5 each. I am thrifty.
I've got an accounting final the next day, but I'm not all that worried about it. I'll study in the morning.
From: ex_benlinus Date: May 8th, 2006 01:25 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: May 8th, 2006 01:31 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I'll have to buy you one for yours that I missed, then! Oh, and I'm glad you know what I'm talking about. Very glad.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: May 8th, 2006 01:29 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Ooh, that's tempting. I could stand to get out. I just asked the partner chick and she said, "Ok." They have free wi-fi there too, believe it or not.
From: ex_benlinus Date: May 8th, 2006 01:40 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Yeah, Lisa told me that and I always figured I'd take advantage of it between classes at some point but I never did.
Ok then, barring any catastrophes, it's Fox and Hound Wednesday night. I gotta work, so I'm thinkin' I can get there around 8.30. Hah, Lisa just told me I should bring along a cereal box prize, and that Kim'll know what I'm talking about.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: May 8th, 2006 01:58 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Yes! We want that blue car.
From: bobo_amargo Date: May 8th, 2006 09:08 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Mend Your Speech a Little

Cavell would have you question your assuredness about being happy to be hailed, happy to hail. The analogy would be to the scene of abdication in _Lear_. Lear decides to ritualize the address of love to himself by his daughters because he purports to feel boomeranged. But we ritualize only that which we're already in a position to acknowledge, making an intellectual problem out of an ethical capacity. In any case, no words are perfectly addressed to me: only a god could speak so, and the words so spoken could not, by definition, be words of love (or, for that matter, of hatred).

Happy birthday!
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: May 9th, 2006 02:39 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: Mend Your Speech a Little

Thanks. I really liked reading this, even though it made me feel sheepish. To wash away some of my guilt, I started reading Cavell, specifically the book with the section on opera. I'd read essays by him, but this is the first time I embarked on a more serious engagement. And that's odd, because I usually sought out what you recommended to me. Maybe I was overcome by the anxiety of influence. . . :-)
From: bobo_amargo Date: May 9th, 2006 02:02 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

No Pitch Is (Quite) Perfect

Glad it seemed helpful. For me, it's a line of thought, obviously Freud-inspired, that once upon a time knocked me off my horse -- and as you well know, the horse I rode (in on) was a high one.

After I sent it, I felt sheepish because I know from experience that to forward Cavell's interpretation of what he calls the temptation to skepticism is at one and the same time to forward what can often feel like a tone of preachiness or presumption. But it's also a relief to learn that Lear's failure in ackowledgment is not so much an epistemic limitation as a moral shortcoming since those things for which our selves -- come before the bar of tragic encounter -- are responsible are also those things for which we can ask (or hope) to be excused. The limitation is not metaphysical; it's, to coin a phrase, human. Of course, the same burden and relief accrue to our interlocutors, who, like us, sometimes do wield boomerangs.

In any case, the book on opera happily also extends Austin's elaboration of the ills that actions are heir to, hence the provence of excuses.
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