I’ve discovered in the last month that taking a philosophy class is not really conducive to humor blogging. I write what I experience, and it’s hard to find hilarity in the problem of evil. Wrestling with Theasymachus’ challenge doesn’t easily transition into comic dissections of Johnny Weir’s sequined outfits at the Olympics.
Forget John Locke’s classic “the Prince and the Cobbler” example. For the 21st century, let’s recast it. What if a woodland nymph woke up in the body of an Olympic figure skater. Which would he REALLY be? Athlete or sprite?
That’s funny if you’re a philosophy major. Trust me.
I tweeted to a fellow blogger the other day that I hadn’t posted in almost 2 weeks and got this response.
“Why haven’t you?”
And I replied: “Taking philosophy class. Issues my mind wrestling with not typical blog material.”
And whether accidental double-tweeting, or being deep and reflective, the answer came back again.
“Why haven’t you?”
I don’t really have an answer for that. Funny is safe, the triple axel I know I can land to polite applause. Serious is the quad that might be awesome, or might send me sprawling. Yes, we’re back to the figure skaters. That’s what’s inside my brain right now.
Philosophy and the Olympics. Socrates and Sequins. Aristotle and big air.
Sometimes, there are also LOLCats.
My point? (And yes, I have one). I don’t know why you read this blog. I’m always amazed you do, honestly. All of you: the real-life friends and the people I’ve never met. The commenters and the lurkers. The one-time visitors and those of you that click every single day.
But, after a career of answering the “Who, What, When, Where?” questions, I am finding myself these days more often wrestling with the “Why?” It’s not a comfortable process. Still, I think I have to write about it. So the blog? Maybe not bringing the funny as often, but I am going to be bringing the posting.
If that’s not your thing, I totally get it. If it is? Thanks for listening.