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The Philosophy Smoker: In Which I Despair for the Underemployed Philosophers
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In which issues concerning the profession of philosophy are. Thursday, February 12, 2015. In Which I Despair for the Underemployed Philosophers. Like many of you, I received the PFO from the Georgia Tech School of Public Policy. Like many of you, I was shocked to read that the Georgia Tech School of Public Policy received over six hundred applications. 600. Six-zero-zero. I sent out just over 40 applications this year. How is a person supposed to find a job in this environment? Anonymous, with respect, I...
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nathanielcoliver | Nathaniel C. Oliver
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Nathaniel C. Oliver. Freelance academic/poet-for-hire/verbal hustler/classless teacher. July 2, 2015. He had a beard, and the authority that comes from being a Guest Speaker. He told us, at our little school that had the Rebel as our mascot, a gray-clad god who towered over us in a thirty-story painting on one gym wall, flanked by the two flags we had always witlessly venerated, as children trustingly do. What did he tell us? What did he tell us? And he played his banjo, and he played “Dixie.&#...There w...
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doubt | Nathaniel C. Oliver
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Nathaniel C. Oliver. Freelance academic/poet-for-hire/verbal hustler/classless teacher. March 20, 2015. Not what is said, but what is redacted,. What is lost, what is left to remain. Rotting unused, the surplus of being,. The bare inch scribbled in ordered margins,. The cast-offs, the dog-ends, the what-have-yous,. Repurposed, made new, orphans adopted. And put to work at once, small hands hefting. The litter of some dark pop svengali,. But the lulling refrain. Of so many shekels, falling like rain.
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poetry | Nathaniel C. Oliver
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Nathaniel C. Oliver. Freelance academic/poet-for-hire/verbal hustler/classless teacher. March 20, 2015. Not what is said, but what is redacted,. What is lost, what is left to remain. Rotting unused, the surplus of being,. The bare inch scribbled in ordered margins,. The cast-offs, the dog-ends, the what-have-yous,. Repurposed, made new, orphans adopted. And put to work at once, small hands hefting. The litter of some dark pop svengali,. But the lulling refrain. Of so many shekels, falling like rain.
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#nawd | Nathaniel C. Oliver
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Nathaniel C. Oliver. Freelance academic/poet-for-hire/verbal hustler/classless teacher. February 25, 2015. The Ones Who Walk Away: #NAWD. I read a story, when I was an undergraduate taking a course on the American short story, called “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas,”. Written by fantasy/science fiction author Ursula K. Le Guin. A Brave New World. 8221; etc. We have all had these thoughts, I am sure. But then, there is the title of the story, “The Ones Who Walk Away.” What of them? Some of Omelas̵...
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Uncategorized | Nathaniel C. Oliver
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Nathaniel C. Oliver. Freelance academic/poet-for-hire/verbal hustler/classless teacher. July 2, 2015. He had a beard, and the authority that comes from being a Guest Speaker. He told us, at our little school that had the Rebel as our mascot, a gray-clad god who towered over us in a thirty-story painting on one gym wall, flanked by the two flags we had always witlessly venerated, as children trustingly do. What did he tell us? What did he tell us? And he played his banjo, and he played “Dixie.&#...There w...
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influence | Nathaniel C. Oliver
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Nathaniel C. Oliver. Freelance academic/poet-for-hire/verbal hustler/classless teacher. March 20, 2015. Not what is said, but what is redacted,. What is lost, what is left to remain. Rotting unused, the surplus of being,. The bare inch scribbled in ordered margins,. The cast-offs, the dog-ends, the what-have-yous,. Repurposed, made new, orphans adopted. And put to work at once, small hands hefting. The litter of some dark pop svengali,. But the lulling refrain. Of so many shekels, falling like rain.