Oddly enough, this article in the NYT hits on two of my happiest moments of reverie - by a river in France, and by the sea.

What is happiness? How does one get a grip on this most elusive, intractable and perhaps unanswerable of questions?

I teach philosophy for a living, so let me begin with a philosophical answer. For the philosophers of Antiquity, notably Aristotle, it was assumed that the goal of the philosophical life — the good life, moreover — was happiness and that the latter could be defined as the bios theoretikos, the solitary life of contemplation. Today, few people would seem to subscribe to this view. Our lives are filled with the endless distractions of cell phones, car alarms, commuter woes and the traffic in Bangalore. The rhythm of modern life is punctuated by beeps, bleeps and a generalized attention deficit disorder.

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Marcos and Peter have been busy since it was started in 2006, but they've amassed raftloads more of soreal stories, theories and exhibits, which they will begin to post up in this blog.

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