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When you think of Penn’s ideological father, Benjamin Franklin, what comes to mind? He was a polymath in the truest sense of the word — a writer, philosopher, inventor and scientist who somehow found time to be one of the Founding Fathers.
Shawn Kelley is a LPS sophomore. His email is skelley@sas.upenn.edu. Jonathan Iwry is a 2014 College graduate. His email is jon.iwry@gmail.com
T rig ger warning: personal opinion, nuance, sarcasm.
I t’s not uncommon for people to ask what I plan to do with myself now that I’ve wasted my undergraduate years studying philosophy. I like to fire back that I also majored in history “just to be practical.”
Jonathan Iwry is a 2014 College graduate from Potomac, Md. His email address is jon.iwry@gmail.com.
I t w as due to a strange series of events that I found myself, about two years ago, dressed up at an American Israel Political Action Committee policy conference. There, conservative pundit Frank Luntz suggested that advocates of Israel cease to defend “Zionism” in political arguments. He claimed that it is too late for us to defend the word; rather than trying to bring it back, we should just give it up.
W e ll, t his is it. The Republicans have officially taken the Senate. Who knows what happens next? Best case scenario: a great deal of nothing.
T he c ollection of moments and experiences that was my great uncle came to an end this week.
A ma n stuck in a flo od is tossed a ladder. He refuses the aid, choosing instead to stand in place and pray. He’s later offered a lifeboat and, eventually, a helicopter. He refuses both, praying all the while and insisting that God will save him.
Jonathan Iwry is a 2014 College graduate from Potomac, Md. His email address is jon.iwry@gmail.com.
I was on my morning comm ute to work two summers ago when my Metro car experienced technical difficulties. We were temporarily stuck underground.
M y previ ous column was on the importance of saying what we mean. It’s time to tackle meaning what we say.
Jonathan Iwry is a 2014 College graduate from Potomac, Md. His email address is jon.iwry@gmail.com.
O ne of the first things they teach you in “Intro to Philosophy” is the sixteenth-century phrase “beg the question.” According to the teaching assistants, to beg the question means to offer a premise in place of a conclusion, also known as circular reasoning. When someone argues that God exists because the divinely ordained Bible says so, they are “begging the question.”
Last week, a well-known clothing manufacturer sold a sweatshirt reading “Kent State University,” covered in what look like bloodstains. In an apparent attempt to be edgy, they conjured up memories of the 1970 Kent State massacre, when student protesters were shot and killed by the Ohio National Guard during an anti-Vietnam war demonstration.
M y generation ca me into a world obsessed with security. The millennium that ushered us in was inaugurated with smoke and burning metal, and the image of two crumbling towers seared itself into our minds forever.
P u ck Frinceton! Hail Gutmann! You thought you’d seen the last of me, didn’t you? I was worried I couldn’t handle the real world, but thankfully, the real world couldn’t handle me, either. So it looks like I’m stuffed back inside the collegiate womb for just a little longer. Let’s get back to work.
The myth of the despondent intellectual requires no introduction.
When I was young, I would listen with awe as my family described the historical landmarks of their younger days. My dad would reminisce about how '60s activist group SDS stormed University Hall and how his prom date had to wake her father up late at night to inform him that his boss, Robert Kennedy, had just been shot. My mom would joke about getting lost in the Eastern Bloc as an American during the Cold War. My aunt still never misses a chance to kvell about Woodstock.
Happy Independence Day. Apparently, we’re all coming together to celebrate our ’Mericanism over Keith Urban and explosives like one big happy democracy.