When I was an infantry soldier, I carried Michael Morgan’s Classics of Moral and Political Theory in my hump-sack. The book was added weight to my pack but it was worth it. In this book I found a cure for frustration, boredom, fear, and fatigue. It was in my military service that I first fell in love with philosophy, and I have remained in love with it ever since.
After my service, I completed a BA in philosophy at the University of Nebraska–Lincoln, a MA in philosophy at Tulane University, and then a PhD in philosophy at the University of Wisconsin–Madison under the supervision of Steven Nadler. In the fall of 2014, I moved to Belgium to work at the University of Gent as a post-doc researcher on “The Metaphysics and Mathematics of Collision” project. In the fall of 2015, I began a temporary lectureship position at the University of Cambridge. Finally, in the fall of 2016 I joined the faculty at the University of Haifa in a tenure track position where I remain happily employed.
My research is oriented in the history of philosophy, but I consider myself a philosopher first and second. I do work on the great philosophers of the past for roughly the same reasons I listen to the great musical works of the past: The work is excellent, and it speaks to me.
I specialize in the metaphysics and epistemology of the Early-Modern period. I am particularly drawn to the philosophy of Spinoza. I am a sympathetic reader of his thought, and I am fascinated by his life.
The philosophical systems that I focus on are ambitious and complex. My hobbies are much less so. I like to cook stews featuring large yet affordable cuts of locally-sourced lamb. I like to exaggerate to my wife how far I just ran and how many push ups I just completed. And I like to be outside. Whether it is hiking, camping, or just working in our garden, I am at my happiest when surrounded by sky, plants and dirt. Right now, however, almost all of my free time is spent taking care of my two sons. I read Epictetus to the little guys (the eldest is four, the youngest, a year and a half) and practice my stoic restraint in the face of their tears, meltdowns, and ridiculous cuteness.