One man's struggle against impermanence
John Wilkins is an aged, eternal student, who thinks philosophy of biology is at least as interesting as politics or sport and twice as important. He has a PhD from the University of Melbourne and a position as a Postdoctoral Fellow Sessional Lecturer at the University of Queensland, in Australia. After a varied career, involving factories, gardening, civil service, publishing, graphics, public relations but not, unfortunately for the CV, driving a truck, John finally completed his thesis on species concepts in 2004, which he has worked into two books. Species Definitions: A Sourcebook (Peter Lang) will come out in 2008; Species: A History of an Idea (University of California Press) will appear, it is hoped, in early 2009. He is also interested in cultural evolution, philosophy of religion, Macintosh computers and his kids.
If anyone knows of a tenurable, or even medium term, job in philosophy of biology, let me know. Have library, will travel. The contract ran out ...
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Foundations of Systematics and Biogeography
Re-Engineering Philosophy for Limited Beings: Piecewise Approximations to Reality
Adaptive Thinking: Rationality in the Real World (Evolution and Cognition Series)
Conceptual Issues in Evolutionary Biology, 3rd Edition (Bradford Books)
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Category: Politics
Posted on: October 1, 2006 5:36 PM, by John S. Wilkins
I can't think of anything right now, but these lyrics by the prophetic Roger Waters:
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
There is no dark side of the moon, really. Matter of fact, it's all dark.
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Maybe the "paper" they were singing about was this kind of paper...
"Money, its a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think Ill buy me a football team.
Money, get back.
Im all right jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, its a hit.
Dont give me that do goody good bullshit.
Im in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a lear jet."
Posted by: beepbeepitsme | October 1, 2006 8:56 PM
Gee, remember the good ol' days when all we had to worry about was..
"Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb."
Posted by: ericnh | October 2, 2006 7:12 AM
...and durinmg Clinton's reign, it was "Come in here dear boy, have a cigar" (OK, boys probably weren't involved. And please don't mention any soon-to-be-former congressmen).
Bob
Posted by: Bob O'H | October 2, 2006 12:42 PM