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January 08, 2007

Fischer on van Inwagen on why your arguments don't work

Just a reminder of the impending Return of the Invincible GFP Reading Group.

Sometime around Jan 15th, John Martin Fischer will drop some deep thoughts into GFP-space on the topic of Peter van Inwagen's remarks about philosophical failures, taken from the latter's recent book The Problem of Evil. Get ready to ghostride the dialectical whip.

Many thanks to OUP and PVI for making this chapter available to the blog. You can get your copy of it here. Once you read that chapter, go buy the book.

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Ok, everyone, did Manuel say he is going to ghost-write the contribution on Peter van Inwagen for me?

:-) Ryle and Dennett seem to say we'll all be ghostwriting the hyphy train of this upcoming thread. Looking forward to it!

Well, actually I am working on a paper on it for Dan's upcoming sideshow, I mean Pacific SCP conference, so maybe there will be a hyphy train on this reading after all. I can just see John shaking his dreads and and Kevin sporting some stunnas. Okay, I'll stop with my treal, superhyphy Yay Area slang. Actually, Alan I think you are due for a hyphy-style philosophy song. And John, somehow I think we'd all be worse off if I was your ghostwriter.

Yah the Yay Area! I was born in the South, Manuel, but grew up in Vallejo. Back in my religious days, I preached in a rescue mission in the combat zone of Oakland--once stood on the pitching mound where Vida Blue threw some real sweetness. I may be a cheesehead now--but my heart will always be in the Bay Area!

If I knew what 'stannas' were, I'm sure I'd be pleased to be sportin' them.

And last I saw, John wasn't the Gardner with dreads.

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