About

Sitting in a bar in the mountains of upstate New York circa 1978, a friend said “I didn’t know you majored in philosophy in college.  Who is your favorite philosopher?”  I replied “I am.”  This was largely because I don’t keep detailed knowledge in my brain like a walking encyclopedia.  I couldn’t tell you Kant from Kierkegaard in terms of what they espoused.  I just listen a lot.  I figure it all gets put into this big soup pot that is my self and then I use it as I go along in life.  It helps shape me.  I used to think this inability to remember important things so I could sound smart in a bar or a boardroom was an intellectual flaw, but I don’t think so anymore.  I flippantly answered that I was my favorite philosopher, but now I just see it as the truth.  Here I am, on this earth, doing my own thing the best I can.    In the end the way I have lived my life is my unique philosophy.  In the end it only makes sense that I should be my favorite philosopher.