It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged in this series. We closed on our house on May 3 and moved in Memorial Day weekend 2016, so this is the first spring in the house. I am on sabbatical, so this spring, I’ve been getting up every morning, making coffee, and sitting in the dining room, gazing out the front window. In the transition from winter to spring, the front room has become the bright, green space that sold us on the house.
I’ve never been a “lives of things” kind of philosopher. I mean, I work on concepts of nature and I think about the ways that concepts like nature can be border markers for who or what is relevant to political and ethical questions. But the idea that things could have lives, that they could reveal themselves, that they could have ways of resisting and conceding is not a view to which I really give my credence. And yet, the newness of the house in springtime is making me think about the lives of things. It’s not a different house in the springtime–I mean, it’s the same materials–and yet, it really really is a different house. Read more