A nice lunch with a sound Claret
Went into town today to lunch with my former boss at his club, the Athenaeum (pictured). We dined well on pheasant, washed down with a bottle of the house Bordeaux, Château d’Arche 2002. The wine committee there have chosen well: this is a really delicious Claret that's beautifully balanced with some Cabernet richness and a delicious earthy grip. [D'Arche is managed by the negociant house Mahler-Besse, who own Palmer, but I can't locate any UK stockists.]It was nice to catch up. My ex-boss is a fan of Wittgenstein, and he gave me a quick tutorial on the mind/body problem. I think he must be appalled by my attempts to grapple with the nature of perception, and the way I fall for the Mereological fallacy (i.e. mistakenly stating that it is the brain that perceives, rather than the person).
After lunch I went shopping. We may be in the midst of a recession/depression but Oxford Street was heaving. I love shopping for some things (e.g. wine, technology bits, sports gear), but otherwise I really don't enjoy the shopping experience at all.
Labels: Bordeaux, Philosophy of wine
posted by Jamie @ 7:04 PM
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My ex-boss is a fan of Wittgenstein, and he gave me a quick tutorial on the mind/body problem. I think he must be appalled by my attempts to grapple with the nature of perception, and the way I fall for the Mereological fallacy (i.e. mistakenly stating that it is the brain that perceives, rather than the person).
That's Private Eye's next Pseuds Corner taken care of...
Hey Anonymous
Just because you do not understand the issues facing an expansive mind, don't critisize those that do.
It's the smug tone of it that grates, throwing this sort of thing onto a blog as if it's commonplace.
It is totally at odds with everything else on the blog, so it must have been done for a reason.
You obviously never read Pseuds Corner...
Surely, Monty Python's song tells us everything we need to know fundamentally about the deepest thought processes of the major philosophers... I'm sure they sing this at philosophy "symposiums".
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table
David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel
There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill
Plato, they say, could stick it away
Half a crate of whiskey every day
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle
Hobbes was fond of his dram
And René Descartes was a drunken fart
I drink, therefore I am
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed
A lovely little thinker
But a bugger when he's pissed
Great post, very English (which I appreciate being in exhile in Napa). Americans always ask me about 'claret', although they mispronounce it...my answer, "because we can"...it's our language, we had a huge influence in Bordeaux...Napans forget themselves sometimes!
Your ex-boss is a show-off twat. The mereological fallacy is a fallacy. If I have my legs cut off do I think differently? Possibly about running but not about wine. As Joad used to say 'It depends what you mean...'
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