I'm sitting in on a Senior Philosophy Seminar at my alma mater on Wittgenstein. Last night was my first class in almost three years... and you know what? I adore Philosophy and I really miss school. Or maybe I just need to join a Philosophical Book Club-- though it occurs to me that it just wouldn't be the same. My brain hurt in the most delightful way as I bid adeiu to my prof (one of my faves--holla!)
You see, I am a big word-nerd, language whore, I like to play semantic games and, actually, recently have begun to refer to my degree in Philosophy as being a degree in "Words" because, essentially, that's what it seems like when all is said and done.
That's why Wittgenstein is a perfect study for me. I took this seminar as an undergrad with a different professor (also pretty amazing in his own right) and am elated to dive back into his investigations.
Language, meaning, utterances, formulation of thought... and this guy:
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