#32 费城

The Fulbright is over. My expectation of being in China until July 2020 is over. I have nothing to do, as far as I know, until August, when The University of Dayton (Go Flyers!) Fall courses begin. If you have nothing else to do in the Fall, pop by for a little symbolic logic or the seminar on Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason. Par-tay!

Until then, I fight being depressed about having to leave China, supported by some friends here (Hi, Nick), some other Fulbrighters (Hi Jerry; Hi Steve), and some friends in China (Hi Zoe; Hi Emily; Hi Kong Nai; Hi Taozhen). I’m now in Dayton, having survived the City of Brotherly Love (yes, I’m aware of the irony). I read, I write, I go to the gym, I play guitar and mandolin, I still practice Chinese. I look for jobs in China. The Chinese universities are, it is fair to say, distracted right now; hiring me is not (nor should it be) a priority.

It was nice seeing the family in Philadelphia; it made my least favorite American city (Lubbock is a close second) quite pleasant. So this blog entry is, for the most part, just pictures of things in Philly. Easy to digest, just as was most of the food in the pictures below. So scroll through for pictures and some captions.

I don’t know how many more of these blog entries I will write. If you want to stay up-to-date, just do whatever it is one does to follow this thing; it then gets sent to your e-mail. I will warn you, dear reader: in a couple of weeks my entry will be in Chinese. That will probably be the 绝唱 [juechang/swansong] of Kurt’s Fulbright.

I assume this juxtaposition, and its irony, were intentional.
Christ Church Burial Ground. Established 1719, final resting place of Benjamin Franklin. The daughter insists it is haunted.
It was fate I ended up here, I suppose, although it was quite accidental.
Jet lag allowed me to beat the crowds. 8 am at Reading Terminal Market.
Tremendous bookstore with many hard-to-find texts. (See if you can find Victor Serge’s Memoirs of a Revolutionary, or Marilyn French’s four volume A History of Women in the World, in your local Barnes & Noble.) An excellent find courtesy of Robyn.
Not sure how many of my students know about the Philadelphia police bombing its own citizens. Not much to see except the housing that replaced what was bombed, and this sign. MOVE
Ask yourself: Is this a big ass slice of pizza?
Peculiar bar-food where my daughter forced me to drink beer after beer. The menu claimed a connection with 四川. I didn’t see it.
饺子 for separation anxiety
Blood-orange sorbetto. Because of course.
啤酒 for separation anxiety.
Some things are hard to find in China. One of these things would be lox and bagels.

. . . and he persisted.

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B.A (English, History, Philosophy), SMU (Dallas TX); MA, PhD (Philosophy), The University of Chicago. Author of "Necessity and Possibility: The Logical Strategy of Kant's Critique of Pure Reason."

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  1. We managed to have Emma’s birthday dinner last year at City Tavern. We were in the same neighborhood, for sure.

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  2. Okay you sad thing – there is a place for you to hang in Dallas if you like. You can lick your wounds and have Mexican food and beer!

    -JR in Dallas

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  3. Gonna be in Austin and Salado in May, but probably not making it that far north. Gli insetti sono nel piatto.

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