Episteme

I'm a journalist by profession and study. Now the study bit, well, I learned the most about journalism by being outside of class, but in all honesty, I consider myself a bedroom philosopher. I did my studies at San Francisco State University, perhaps the most wonderful city in the world, where I started to learn my life’s lessons. Lectures. Art. Bars. The best classrooms. And I had some amazing professors who indulged my whims.

I also credit my penchant for bedroom philosophizing from my year in Europe. There everyone likes to start dinner by asking, How do we reconcile our basic animal nature with our limitless intellectual capacity? Needless to say, I would sit there with my mouth agape and go home and lay in bed and wonder, How do we?

I often complain that I have too many problems because I read too much (I complain often, too). Reading too much means I ask too many questions and I’m slowly coming to the realizing that none will be answered in a way I find satisfying. But maybe some will be. But, reader, you know what? Just asking the questions I will be asking here is a relief in some way. It’s a relief because other people ask them too and in places other than the bedroom.