Wednesday, May 31, 2017

On This Date

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Unpopular Thoughts

I keep hearing from politicians, media, pop singers, and other deep thought-leaders that we will not be divided by Islamist terrorism.

Sorry, pards, but division is the last thing that Islamists want.  Quite the opposite.  They want no division whatsoever in society.  They want everyone to be part of a universal caliph with all of us using the same words, holding the same thoughts, worshiping the same understanding of Godliness, and practicing the same regressive worldview.

If thought-leaders would simply read what the Islamists write and distribute, this would not be as misunderstood as it is.

Looks like I'm not the only one to notice: The Ruin of England

[Before anyone loses their water, an "Islamist" is one who believes in conversion through terror and force, with mortal punishment for infidels.  That word does not describe the Muslims with whom I've been honored to share classrooms as colleagues and students over the past thirty years .]

Gradually, and Then Suddenly

How the Midwest went from the idealized to the derided
Jon K. Lauck’s “From Warm Center to Ragged Edge” surveys “the erosion of Midwestern literary and historical regionalism” between 1920 and 1965. This may sound dull as ditch water to those who believe that the “flyover” states are inhabited largely by clodhoppers, fundamentalist zealots and loudmouthed Babbitts. In fact, Lauck’s aim is to examine “how the Midwest as a region faded from our collective imagination” and “became an object of derision.” In particular, the heartland’s traditional values of hard work, personal dignity and loyalty, the centrality it grants to family, community and church, and even the Jeffersonian ideal of a democracy based on farms and small land-holdings — all these came to be deemed insufferably provincial by the metropolitan sophisticates of the Eastern Seaboard and the lotus-eaters of the West Coast.

I've Been Noticing This, Myself

The Western-Centric Nature of Intersectional Feminisism:
Attempts by non-intersectional feminists and human rights activists to discuss honour based violence are frequently shut down by western intersectional feminists who will immediately change the subject to domestic violence experienced by western women. 

 Any conversation about the horror of female genital mutilation is likely to be derailed away from girls in danger right now to a lecture on the pre-Islamic origins of the practice. Any attempts to discuss gender-specific modesty veiling will almost certainly result in a claim that Muslim women are exercising their own choice and are somehow magically free of the paralysing societal pressures claimed to be experienced by western feminists. When a petition to criminalise cat-calling and other gender-based annoying behaviour gets more than 58,000 signatures but a petition to strengthen multi-agency responses to ‘honour’-based violence receives only 406 (and consequently will not be addressed by parliament), people could be excused for thinking western non-Muslim feminists only care about themselves.
Most of the feminists with whom I've worked and lived have been first and second-generation, those dedicated to ensuring that there is equity in employment and educational opportunities.  One cannot be the son of the first woman in her family to earn both under-graduate and graduate degrees, and be married to one of the generation of women first ordained as priests in the Episcopal Church, and not have an appreciation for their struggle and success.

Contemporary, third-wave feminism, or intersectional feminism, is more interested in a neo-Marxist world-view, with the politicization of, well, everything and the division of the human race into ever smaller and more detailed categories, with shifting rules of acceptance.  The only constant is that the "patriarchy", another term of nebulous definition, is the cause of any political or personal limitation.

Monday, May 29, 2017

A Divertimento For The National Holiday

From A Song For The Season, by Mark Steyn -
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored…

In 1861, the United States had nothing that was recognized as a national anthem, and, given that they were now at war, it was thought they ought to find one – a song “that would inspire Americans to patriotism and military ardor”. A 13-member committee was appointed and on May 17th they invited submissions of appropriate anthems, the eventual winner to receive $500, or medal of equal value. By the end of July, they had a thousand submissions, including some from Europe, but nothing with what they felt was real feeling. It’s hard to write a patriotic song to order.

At the time, Dr Samuel Howe was working with the Sanitary Commission of the Department of War, and one fall day he and Mrs Howe were taken to a camp a few miles from Washington for a review of General McClellan’s Army of the Potomac. That day, for the first time in her life, Julia Ward Howe heard soldiers singing:

John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave
John Brown’s body lies a-mould’ring in the grave…

Ah, yes. The famous song about the famous abolitionist hanged in 1859 in Charlestown, Virginia before a crowd including Robert E Lee, Stonewall Jackson and John Wilkes Booth.

Well, no, not exactly. “By a strange quirk of history,” wrote Irwin Silber, the great musicologist of Civil War folk songs, “‘John Brown’s Body’ was not composed originally about the fiery Abolitionist at all. The namesake for the song, it turns out, was Sergeant John Brown, a Scotsman, a member of the Second Battalion, Boston Light Infantry Volunteer Militia.” This group enlisted with the Twelfth Massachusetts Regiment and formed a glee club at Fort Warren in Boston. Brown was second tenor, and the subject of a lot of good-natured joshing, including a song about him mould’ring in his grave, which at that time had just one verse, plus chorus:

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah…

They called it “The John Brown Song”. On July 18th 1861, at a regimental march past the Old State House in Boston, the boys sang the song and the crowd assumed, reasonably enough, that it was inspired by the life of John Brown the Kansas abolitionist, not John Brown the Scots tenor...as far as I know, this is the only song about a real person in which posterity has mistaken it for a song about a completely different person: “John Brown’s Body” is about some other fellow’s body, not John Brown the somebody but John Brown the comparative nobody. Later on, various other verses were written about the famous John Brown and the original John Brown found his comrades’ musical tribute to him gradually annexed by the other guy.

Sergeant Brown died during a Union retreat: when the enlistment of Colonel Webster’s Twelfth Massachusetts Regiment expired in July 1864, only 85 of more than a thousand men were left to return home to New England....Huge crowds in Boston greeted the survivors with cries to sing “John Brown’s Body” but, as one report commented, “the brave heroes marched silently to their barracks and the ‘Websters’ passed into history.”

When the lads from the Boston Light Infantry cooked up their John Brown song, they used an old Methodist camp-meeting tune, “Brothers, Will You Meet Us?” So where did that come from? Well, back in the 1850s, a Sunday school composer, William Steffe of Richmond, Virginia, was asked to go and lead the singing at a Georgia camp meeting. When he got there, he found there were no song books and so improvised some words to one of those tunes that – like most of the others in those pre-copyright days – was just sorta floating in the ether. Steffe’s lyric, like the original John Brown song, had one verse – “Say, brothers, will you meet us?” – and one chorus: “Glory, glory, hallelujah…”

And somehow this combination – an improvised camp-meeting chorus with an in-joke verse about a Boston Scotsman – became the most popular marching song of the Union forces, the one bellowed out as Sherman’s men marched through Georgia in 1864...But, whatever the tune’s origin, when Julia Ward Howe heard the song for the first time that fall day, “John Brown’s Body” was already famous. She loved the martial vigor of the music, but knew the words were “inadequate for a lasting hymn”. So her minister, Dr Clark, suggested she write some new ones. And early the following morning at her Washington hotel she rose before dawn and on a piece of Sanitary Commission paper wrote the words we sing today, casting the war as a conflict in which one side has the advantage of God’s “terrible swift sword”:

I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps…

She finished the words and went back to bed. It was published in The Atlantic Monthly in February 1862. They didn’t credit Mrs. Howe and they paid her only four dollars.

Julia Ward Howe came from a distinguished lineage. Her forebear Richard Ward was Royal Governor of the British colony of Rhode Island and his son Samuel Ward was Governor of the American State of Rhode Island. Her husband, like his friend, the poet Lord Byron, had played an important role in helping the Greeks win independence from the Turks. Mrs Howe herself wrote many poems, Broadway plays and newspaper columns. But “The Battle Hymn Of The Republic” is her greatest achievement. Henry Steele Commager called it “the one great song to come out of the Civil War, the one great song ever written in America”.

Whether or not that’s true, most of us understand it has a depth and a power beyond most formal national songs. When John F Kennedy was assassinated, Judy Garland insisted on singing it on her TV show – the producers weren’t happy about it, and one sneered that nobody would give a damn about Kennedy in a month’s time. But it’s an extraordinary performance. Little more than a year later, it was played at the state funeral of Winston Churchill at St Paul’s Cathedral. Among those singing it was the Queen. She sang it again in public, again at St Paul’s, for the second time in her life at the service of remembrance in London three days after September 11th 2001. That day, she also broke with precedent and for the first time sang another country’s national anthem – “The Star-Spangled Banner”. But it was Julia Ward Howe’s words that echoed most powerfully that morning as they have done since she wrote them in her bedroom in Washington 140 years earlier:

As He died to make men holy
Let us die to make men free
While God is marching on.
I would encourage those interested in music and/or history to read the whole book as it's filled with stories such as these.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Memorial Day


A day of reverence that even the nihilism of our post-religious age cannot besmirch.

Lord God Almighty, who have made all peoples of the earth for your glory, to serve you in freedom and peace: Grant to the people of our country a zeal for justice and the strength of forbearance, that we may use our liberty in accordance with your gracious will; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Below, A.E. Housman's "Here Dead We Lie":

Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.

[For Jeff and Scott, who were young; and for those of the 1/4th who fought the good fight and kept the faith.  You were the best of us.]

Saturday, May 27, 2017

I'm Going to Have to Learn This Language

I mentioned to some folks last weekend that, when contemporary dissertation abstracts come across my virtual desk, I'm often baffled by their intention.  This is because they are now written in Gibberish, which is the language of 21st century academics.  While I can sometimes catch their meaning, since all of them basically say that every aspect of our world is racist, sexist, etc., I found this abstract to have a certain splendor to it:
This essay explores how, for many minoritized peoples, cyborg ontology is experienced as dehumanizing rather than posthumanizing. Rereading Haraway’s Cyborg Manifesto through a decolonial, transfeminist lens, it explores the implications of Haraway’s assertion that cyborg subjectivity is the “illegitimate offspring of militarism and patriarchal capitalism” by examining the modern/colonial development and deployment of microprosthetic hormonal technologies – so often heralded as one of the technologies ushering in a queer, posthuman, post-gender future – as mechanisms of gendered and racialized subjective control operative at the level of the biomolecular.
Heck, my computer tells me that eight of these words don't exist.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Just Another Day for Christians in the Middle East

Egypt: 26 dead as gunmen fire on bus carrying Coptic Christians

I'll preempt the Western media and state, "We may never know the reason for this attack."  Phooey.

Farm Team


With the advent of summer, and my increasing interest in doing things outside and away from computers and the Internet, I'm commissioning a "farm team" of sub-bloggers to supplement our content and make our perspective on the world a little less parochial.  We'll have more details shortly, but I expect to start featuring things around the first of next month.

Posting will be light this weekend, as I am already overbooked with parish and other work.  It means those who read us regularly will be getting less free ice cream for awhile, but it's still free ice cream.

More Accurate and Broader Than the NYT Bestseller List

Amazon Charts: The Top 20 Most Sold & Most Read Books of the Week

America's taste in books is largely prosaic, of course, but it's nice to see independent presses so well-represented.  It was time for the New York Times' wall to receive a crack or two and let in other voices.

A Survey of College Summer Reading

Two changes from my days of teaching: 1.) The works are predominantly contemporary and 2.) They are mostly from a narrow ideological band of non-fiction.

Books Younger than the Students 
Common reading committees continue to select almost nothing but books written in the lifetimes of incoming students—and very largely books written since 2010. Out of 349 texts selected for 2016- 217 common readings, 271 (75%) were published between 2010 and 2016, and 327 (94%) have been published between 2000 and the present. Sixteen selections were published in 2016, the very year they were assigned—more than the 13 (3.7%) that were published before 1990.

Most Popular Subjects and Themes 
In 2016-17, we gave the common readings 576 subject labels, divided into 30 subject categories. The most popular subject categories were Civil Rights/Racism/Slavery (74 readings), Crime and Punishment (67 readings), Media/Science/ Technology (34 readings), Immigration (32 readings), and Family Dysfunction/Separation (31 readings).

Oh, Look. The Eiffel Tower is Dark. Again.

This guy is a gentle, old rocker; if he's had it, then maybe the hashtag-posting, "Imagine"-singing, sentimental flummory about mass-murder is reaching its end.


Needlehooks

Our declared enemies are perfectly straightforward in their stated goals, and their actions are consistent with their words. They select their targets with some care. For a while, it was Europe's Jews, at a Brussels museum and a Toulouse school and a Copenhagen synagogue and a Paris kosher supermarket. But Continentals are, except for political photo-ops on Holocaust Memorial Day, relatively heartless about dead Jews, and wrote off such incidents as something to do with "Israeli settlements" and "occupation" and of no broader significance.

So they moved on to slaughter 49 gays in a nightclub in Orlando - the biggest mound of gay corpses ever piled up in American history and the worst terror attack on American soil since 9/11. But all the usual noisy LGBTQWERTY activists fell suddenly silent, as if they'd all gone back in the closet and curled up in the fetal position. And those Democrats who felt obliged to weigh in thought it was something to do with the need for gun control...

So they targeted provocative expressions of the infidel's abominable false religion, decapitating a French priest at Mass and mowing down pedestrians at a Berlin Christmas market. But post-Christian Europe takes Christianity less seriously than its enemies do, and so that too merited little more than a shrug and a pledge to carry on.

So they selected symbols of nationhood, like France's Bastille Day, Canada's Cenotaph, and the Mother of Parliaments in London. But taking seriously assaults on your own nation's symbols would require you to take your nation seriously, and most western citizens are disinclined to do so. As the great universal talismanic anthem of the age has it, "Imagine there's no countries/It's easy if you try..."

So the new Caliphate's believers figured out that what their enemy really likes is consumerism and pop music. Hence the attacks on the Champs-Élysées and the flagship Åhléns department store in Stockholm, and the bloodbath at the Eagles of Death Metal concert in Paris and now at Ariana Grande's "Dangerous Woman" tour.

Monday, May 22, 2017

The Inevitable Reaction Cycle has Become Meaningless

My Days With the Elephants

I was wistful while watching of the end of the Ringling Brothers/Barnum and Bailey Circus on tonight's news. My very first job was working with the elephants of the Clyde Beatty/Cole Bros Circus. Well, by "working with", I mean I walked behind them with a snow shovel.

"May Be"? Please, the State's Been Coming After the Middle Class for Some Time Now

Connecticut, the wealthiest U.S. state, may be tapped out on taxing the rich 

The fungibility of wealth is something the state's leadership never took seriously until the wealthy and high-income businesses began to move out.  When General Electric moved from Connecticut to Massachusetts [!] to save on taxes [!!!], that should have caused our elected brain trust to contemplate a change in revenue generation.  Nah.

Now, it's the middle class who are looking elsewhere.  Not only is the state a prohibitively expensive one in which to start and operate a small business or purchase a home, thus limiting the participation of younger people in the state's economy, retirees aren't hanging around, either.  When a move to another state would, between lower taxes and cost of living, earn for me in retirement the equivalent of a month's gross income, I started looking for greener pastures.

The current governor owes his election to the public sector unions, who brought out the vote.  However, it also meant that their overgenerous and underfunded pensions were left untouched.  Wind, meet whirlwind.

Oh, look:  We're now the object lesson in how not to run a state.

Connecticut Fiscal Woes Highlight Blue Model Decay

Saturday, May 20, 2017

So Long, Old Friend


I was never a cat person.  When I was growing up, we had dogs.  When I married, my wife brought a cat, Tigger, to our shared home.  He had been with her for almost a decade and it took him awhile to get used to me being around but, after five or so years, he gradually accepted my presence.  When he died, I surprised myself by wondering if we couldn't find a new cat for the house.

Epic poetry could be written about Tigger's successor, Chester.  I didn't name him, the young women at the rescue center did as he resembled the Chester that adorns the Cheetos packages.  I would have named him "Killer" or "Danger" or "Mike Hammer".  He had been living in a cave he made of garbage in the town dump.  He was very large, had a habit of demanding that, if we walked anywhere, he would be in front, and would loudly hiss if anyone thought otherwise.  He would wander about at night and steal food from neighboring dogs and cats.  When we were living next door to a museum, he once put on a demonstration in that institution's front yard as to how to stalk, charge, and kill an annoying squirrel.  Children nowadays witnessing such a thing would have to be rendered to a safe space and given a personal therapist; back in the 1990's they simply cheered.

When Chet, which is what I came to call him, died, it was a year before we even thought about another cat.

There had been an old barn in town, of nebulous ownership, that had been the source of some controversy as it was decrepit and an eyesore.  When it was finally torn down, polydactyl cats began to show up in the neighborhood.  One of them would adopt us.  He came to be known as Jacob Racket, or Jake, for short.  The exact circumstances of his forename are obtuse; the reason for his surname was, well, if you had ever heard his loud, abrasive, and constant "meowing", it would be obvious.  He never had a pleasant voice.  He loved, more than anything else, to climb trees and would do so when following the dog and I on our daily walks, running up and down each successive tree along the way.  What else do you do when blessed with twenty-four toes?  When he became bored with that, he would wait for our return and then leap, with great drama, through the neighbor's hedgerow in ambush.  Even the dog would be amused by that.  When the dog died, Jake mourned for him, too.

For seventeen years, I rose every morning to feed him and let him loose on the world.  He would never deign to be picked up nor ever sit on a lap, but he kept my wife and I good and gracious company.  He was in good health until the end, for which I'm grateful.

I accept death's inevitability, of course, especially as the bulk of my professional work these days is sitting with the mortal and planning and officiating at their funerals.  I accepted the loss of Jake yesterday afternoon, but felt it acutely this morning when, with automatic gestures, I went to open a can of cat food and place it in his bowl.  That's when the house seemed unusually quiet.  No more Racket.  Ave atqua vale, Jake.

Friday, May 19, 2017

THAT'S NOT THE KREMLIN!


All day I've heard people saying that it's the Kremlin consuming the White House, including on cable news.  Folks, it's St. Basil's Cathedral.

By the way, that makes this cover's statement rather odd.  Is it now the Russian Orthodox Church that's being blamed for the Democratic Party's poor election performance, rather than Putin and company?

Thursday, May 18, 2017

That's Some Harsh Notification

3 People Run Over By County Worker At Crandon Park
“It’s standard operating procedure for a county security guard to let folks who are using the parks know that it is closing and it’s unfortunate what took place, obviously...."
In Ocean City, New Jersey, while I've never been run over, I've twice had unfortunate interaction with local beach authority.  There, when we're surfing the morning glass as part of the "Dawn Patrol", I've had to keep an eye on my towel and kit bag as the beach crew will "mistake" these items as trash.  Well, as trash that they put in their vehicles to take home later.  I have yet to be run over, but it's only a matter of time.

Some Concurrence, Some Disagreement

25 things longtime Clevelanders know about the city that newbies don't get

I've lived many places, but I still think of it as home.

However:

1.  Yes, we were something, once.  As I remember from my childhood and teenage years, anyone who wanted to work could find a job, and a good one.
2.  That's just because of the unions, which are fading.  In the last election, the red party was favored.
3.  Honestly, I found Manhattan friendlier when I moved there from Cleveland.
4.  True, and I even had to hear about the "burning river" when I was living in Scotland.
5.  Yes, it is.  23 minutes in Hell is not a lot different from 35 minutes in Hell.  Also, Cleveland's public transportation isn't as good as New York's.
6.  Absolutely true.  I was an East Sider, except for a two year period, and still could not find my way around the West Side.
7.  Actually, it was meant to be watched on television while it's snowing outside.
8.  That's for sure.  In fact, I've never been past the lobby and gift shop as I find admission too expensive.
9.  Yes, without question.
10.  It does in Connecticut, too, so big deal.
11.  I've seen shorts worn in January...at a funeral.
12.  If by food you mean potato-based carbs, yes.
13.  No, it's not.
14.  The best mustard in the world.  I currently have two bottles of it in my pantry.
15.  No.  By that I mean, no.
16.  Big deal.  That was when I was in elementary school.
17.  Unfortunately true, and a challenge to one's practice of Christianity.
18.  Very true.
19.  Ditto.  It's the Jake, man.
20.  Yes.  [Shore Junior High Admirals; Euclid High Panthers]
21.  That's past my time, but I've had some.  It's horrible.  Bring back Stroh's.
22.  If you squint, you can find me in the wedding scene in The Deer Hunter.
23.  Also very true.  Technically, I'm from Euclid.  That means I'm a Clevelander, not a Euclidian.
24.  Whatevs.  Advertising slogans from The Cleve have always been a little obtuse.
25.  Even 35 years after moving away, yes.

An Evergreen Headline

Aristotle got it wrong: We have a lot more than five senses
Philosophers need to grapple with the ‘symphony of senses’ being discovered by science

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Now Could I Drink Hot Blood

That's from Act III, Scene 2 of Hamlet, and about sums up my feelings about the article below.

Armenian Witness to Bloody Protest: ErdoÄŸan Regime Violence 'Has Now Been Exported Here'

It's one thing for some tin-pot Lilliputian to brutalize his people under the umbrella of his country's unequal laws, but it's a whole 'nother thing to bring that cave-dwelling barbarism to the land of freedom of speech and assembly.  I hope that someone in that salad spinner that we call a government will make the Turkish Embassy's life uncomfortable for awhile.

Not a News Flash: Yale Person Doesn't Like New Haven

Screenshots surface of insensitive Yelp reviews by Pierson College dean

You know, June, in certain circles, given that I was born in a speck of a town in southern Ohio and, when I'm not careful, speak with a hillbilly accent, I would qualify as what you describe as "white trash".  I also live just up the road from you and, if I were a different sort of person from a different generation, your insensitive words would require me to find a safe space to recover from your gross microaggression.

Endorsed

More from the Post-Christian Age

Everything old is new again:
Just this week, People magazine informed readers that the popular bridal show, Say Yes to the Dress, would be featuring its first-ever polyamorous fitting. “Say Yes to the Dress Sneak Peek: Inside Kleinfeld’s First Polygamous Bridal Fitting,” read the headline. The article casually discusses the first “throuple” to be featured on the show and what it means to dress two women for a “polygamous wedding.”
The whole thing is framed as edgy and fresh, but in fact it’s just the latest bit of pop culture news I’ve read treating polyamory like it isn’t something backwards, straight out of the eighteenth century. We should have seen this all coming with the smash-hit “Big Love,” but at least that show tried to show the moral complexities of the issue. Today we have cultural polyamory in abundance. Showtime has a series called Polyamory, a show called You Me Her is billed as the first-ever “polyromantic comedy,” and TLC is still running episodes of Sister Wives.
Apart from television, I read almost weekly some sort of article about the rise of polyamory in the modern era. The Atlantic informs me that dating website “OkCupid Adds a Feature for the Polyamrous.” Refinery29.com nonchalantly runs a story entitled, “My Boyfriend & I Got a Girlfriend – & This is What Happened.” The opening paragraph says, “In the polyamorous world, there is a special term for the third person in a relationship. She (and it is usually a she) is called a ‘unicorn.’ She is rare, beautiful, and hard to track down. And if you can catch her, she will bring magic into your relationship.” The BBC tells me, “Polyamorous relationships may be the future of love.” “Love doesn’t just come in pairs. Is it time that marriage laws come to recognise the fact?” the article asks.
You might be reading this and asking yourself, “What the what?”
In the not-too-distant future, pockets of Protestantism will embrace polygamy, write tortuous liturgies for it, vainly expect its acceptance to fill their pews, and characterize those who pause for a moment to ask if it's consistent with scripture as bigots.

A Class Guy with Excellent Taste in Sports Teams

Matthew McConaughey, sons catch a Cleveland Indians game at Progressive Field 

I'm grateful to him as watching the entire run of True Detective while on a flight from Sydney to Dallas was about the only thing that kept me sane.  Given the series' theme, I suppose that's a bit ironic.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Suddenly, I Have More Free Time

I've stopped reading news stories that contain the words "as learned from unnamed sources" in the opening paragraph.

Are Editors Still Around?

I appreciate that I don't have much room to talk, as I serve as my own editor, proof-reader, and fact-checker.  Honestly, if it weren't me, I'd fire me.  But, this is from a book published by a university press [granted, it's Melbourne and not Sydney] that would have been favored by the attention of at least one executive editor, one plain old editor, and a variety of unpaid dogsbodies who are known as editorial assistants.  Clearly, the author is a bit challenged by the English language, too.

But Scott need not concern us today. For the moment, click on the picture below, which will make it large enough for even those with the poorest eyes to read with ease. The passage appears on page 32 of The Cardinal (ebook edition) and testifies to both Ms Milligan’s tin ear when transcribing quotes and MUP’s sad decline as a reputable publishing house.

carrion thrust
The “carrion thrust” of debate indeed! While one can only guess she means “parry and thrust”,  there can be no doubt whatsoever that MUP  employs editors who don’t actually edit.

I'm going to try to introduce "carrion thrust" into my usage today, at least in conversation with some ecclesial and/or academic colleague, and see if I can make it a "thing".

Fun Fact

Monday, May 15, 2017

Overheard Earlier Today

"If you eliminate the category of ‘rich white woman gazes at navel,’ how much of contemporary media remains?"

Without being curmudgeonly, I think the answer would be about 10-20%.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Thanks, Mom

She came to this country from Scotland to join with her already-arrived parents during Germany's torpedo war against merchant shipping, traveling alone on a passenger ship in the North Atlantic.  She was 14. She became the first woman in her family to graduate from college; then from graduate school.

As a teacher, she taught mainstream students and then, up until her 85th year, those judged "at risk" who would come to her classroom wearing court-mandated electronic ankle bracelets.

She made me go to church every Sunday, even after I was confirmed, and saw to it I became an acolyte who knew what he was doing.  When I was five, she made sure I learned how to swim at the local Y; then made sure, summer after summer, that we went down to the sea.  Jesus and Surf have been the twin themes of my life because of her.

She taught me how to fight for one's students and against impassive bureaucracies, as I watched her do when she was involved in local politics.  She was 4 feet, 11 inches of Celtic iron. To this day, whenever I find myself encountering some diocesan or academic martinet I think, "Do you really want to mess with me? I'm Mary Clements' son."

Modern Times

Grooms are nowadays so unimportant that their names are omitted. Either that, or Anita just married Podium Level.


This is What Happens When You Don't Hunt Them

Deer caught eating human remains for first time, say scientists

Less deer hunting means more deer, which means more coyotes eating your house pets, more ticks to pull off of your grandchildren, more Lyme Disease and, apparently, the rise of carnivorous deer with a taste for human flesh.

Deer are delicious and nutritious and, let's face it, cleaner than pig meat.  We should be eating them, not the other way around.

More Unpopular Thoughts

I confess that I don't read past the 100th word in an e-mail.  If someone wants to speak with me, they can feel free to speak with me.
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Do all of the late night comedians have the exact same writers?  If so, there may be only six or seven of them, given that the jokes have a remarkable similarity in theme and subject.  That, and they've become predictable and, hence, dull.
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Lately, I've come to find Alex Trebek insufferable.  I can't explain why, other than to suggest that he is just simply insufferable.  Then again, maybe it's me.  I, too, can be insufferable.  Like now.  Anyway, when he starts speaking I mute the sound and say rude things.


Trendiness Will Bring Them In

20,000-YEAR-OLD ARTIFACTS, 21ST CENTURY TECHNOLOGY: Museums are turning to virtual reality, apps, and interactive experiences to keep tech-savvy visitors engaged

It's great to keep museums current with technology and educational trends.  However, as we learned in the Episcopal Church when we bagged a noble liturgical and musical tradition to become more relevant, it doesn't translate into new members and new donations.  In fact, we lost 2/3 of our denominational membership.

I think it may take more than tech to overturn the fatuous attitudes of someone like this mullet:
I’m standing in the admissions line at a museum in New York when I overhear a surprising claim: “It’s like going to the dentist,” a man declares. “I’d rather go the dentist than go to a museum.”

“We can go somewhere else if you want,” his partner offers.

“No, it’s fine.” He pauses. “I strongly believe that people aren’t interested in museums. They just go because it’s a ‘must.’”
No, guppy, it's not a "must".  It's the call of an active mind.  Personally, I'd rather you go to the dentist, too.

The Academic World Has Become Vicious and Ugly

Maybe I should say, speaking as a refugee from that world, more vicious and more ugly.  It has been moving in that direction for some time and I can't help but feel that these people are getting what they wanted.

A philosopher writes a well-reasoned argument and is publicly attacked by colleagues who admit privately that she's right.

and

Divinity schools aren’t void of infighting, but controversies from these centers of academic and spiritual contemplation rarely spill into the public domain. Unsurprisingly, then, recently released documents about an ongoing dispute over the role of diversity training within Duke University’s Divinity School have grabbed religious scholars’ attentions.

If you didn't realize that university life is a Utopia of neo-Marxism, I would observe that in both instances there is a call for the re-education of the offender.

Ah, thank you, satire.  This is satire, isn't it?
MUNCIE, IN—In a mathematics lesson delivered to her kindergarten class Tuesday, local teacher and closed-minded bigot Becky Delatorre reportedly insisted that two plus two equals four, all the time, to the exclusion of all other numbers, no matter how anyone feels about it...
After horrified students reported the incident to their parents, the school district had no choice but to take action, and has suspended the teacher without pay until the incident has been investigated more thoroughly.
“We are a place that values all opinions, feelings, and expressions,” the superintendent said in a statement Tuesday. “There is no room for intolerance of any kind in our schools.”

Yes. Next Question.

WE COULD HAVE BEEN CANADA: Was the American Revolution such a good idea?

Why?  Because of nonsense like this:

Ontario man given three tickets by ‘the smoke police’ for having a cigarette alone in his SUV

The author of the article that poses the question lives on Manhattan's upper east side, not anywhere in Canada, so I think we know how he feels, too.

Unpopular Thoughts

As said recently by some ex-president: 'It takes great courage to champion the vulnerable and the sick and the infirm.'

No, it doesn't.  Not at all.  In fact, it generally invites praise, usually immediate praise, for the speaker and signals a superior, if facile, moral position on behalf of those who cheer those words.  That's a rather easy thing to do.

Actually doing something about the vulnerable and the sick and the infirm, bending one's life around addressing such needs, requires great personal industry and a portion of courage, especially as it will never be lucrative nor glamorous.  It's much easier just to talk about it, while wearing your dinner jacket, and receive lazy applause.

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I noted how odd it was lately that politicians have started to curse so frequently in public.  Being a vulgarian is part of the current president's "brand", of course, but I'm more surprised that senior Democratic politicians are doing the same, even more so.  I wondered if it was yet another cynical attempt to engage the lost working class, whom I assume politicians view as a demographic that communicates chiefly through obscenities, as do movie and TV actors when portraying the working class on screen.

Turns out, I was not wrong: Can Democrats cuss their way back to the White House?

Speaking as one who grew up in the working class Midwest, public swearing is viewed as distasteful. There are places where it's expected and tolerated, but not while in the midst of service to the greater community.  The practice is made absurd when it's a privileged, white millionaire wearing an Italian scarf worth roughly what I make in a month deciding to be a public potty mouth.  Yes, I feel real connected to you now, senator.

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I miss tough professional athletes, the ones who used to smoke cigarettes at half-time and come to the playing field with bloodshot eyes.  I find their contemporary incarnations a bit on the whiny side: Raptors would have won series if they had LeBron James

Thing is, Toronto, you don't have him.  Cleveland does.  You have to figure out how to beat him, not lament his existence.

Guess the State, or Are Schools Now Child Abuse Factories?

Middle schooler suspended after liking gun photo on Instagram

This surprises me for a few reasons.

1.) Trenton, Ohio is hardly the place where one would expect people to overreact about a toy gun.  I wouldn't think they'd overreact to a real one, either.

2.) He "liked" a photo of a toy gun.  To quote the school-abused kid's father, “He never shared, he never commented, never made a threatening post … [he] just liked it.”

3.) I would think Trenton would have more pressing things to worry about than the photo of a toy gun.

Trenton man shoots, kills dogs before taking own life

Trenton man arrested for sex crimes against several minors


I mean, this is a small city.  Given their crime statistics, it seems they have a problem with real violence.

Oh, look.  The administrator who is so concerned about a kid "liking" an electronic image of a toy gun boasts of bringing his own, real gun to school.

The Best Film Ever Made

Young Einstein

"Barbarian?  I'm a Tasmanian!"

You Should Listen to Their Religio-Spiritual Views

The Atlantic: Millennials' Political Views Don't Make Any Sense

On a related note, and at the risk of getting hammered by colleagues, it is not very original for me to note that when Confirmation was a rite of passage at the opening of one's teenage years, it enabled a greater foundation for the spirituality of burgeoning adults.  When it was no longer emphasized for thirteen-year-olds it lost its reason for being and became a sacrament in search of a theology,

I know there are some hard-wrought theological reasons for this change; theology is a convenient tool for rationalization.  The main reason, though, is because too many clergy found that age group unruly and difficult to reach.  At least, that's what was said behind closed doors.  It's much easier to sit in an office and pretend one is an academic/therapist/social justice warrior than do the unforgiving bits of our professional work, but it would have saved us from now trying to come to grips with a "lost generation" of believers.

This has been my lecture theme for at least the past sixteen years, and wildly ignored by the American Episcopal Church, as the preferred narrative feeds mightily into the contemporary Protestant delusion.  However, I'm pleased to note that the Presbyterian Church in the US and Scotland [!] and the Anglican Church in Australia are beginning to make changes in this regard.

I Still Miss Australia

Fisherman's foolhardy attempt to LASSO a shark like a cowboy ends with the beast taking a bite out of his leg after he jumps into the sea
'It was a quick and regrettable decision that I realise was a stupid move'
Well, it does make for a good story to tell at the boozer.

And:  Crack that! Video shows the moment a clever crab opens a bottle of VB with its claws

FYI, VB stands for Victoria Bitter, the Budweiser of Australia

Journalism 2017

That story about the GOP celebrating their healthcare bill with cases of beer is baloney

and

No, the AHCA doesn't make rape a pre-existing condition

There's enough that's wrong with politicians and their ham-handed attempts to engineer our world without having to make things up.  The current thought leaders of media not only practice self-conscious vulgarity, but they're thicker than whale omelets when it comes to actual reporting.

Maintain Your Composure

Today is Kierkegaard's birthday.

It's a good article, and a rather good introduction to Christian Existentialism.

Needlehooks

I occasionally come across quotations that snag my attention like a needle-hook to yarn.  I may or may not agree with the writer's perspective, but they represent something that stirs my thinking and, sometimes, imagination.  (Actually, this time I do agree, completely.)

                                             - from Jordan Peterson of the University of Toronto.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

This is Why "Religious Leaders" Need to Practice Circumspection

In November, shortly after election day, an Episcopal parish was vandalized and common postures of outrage were adopted:

Religious Leaders Condemn Hateful, Trump-Inspired Vandalism

Things are not always as they appear:

Police: Brown County church organist admitted to November vandalism
Investigators say Stang admitted to painting the "Heil Trump" and "Fag Church" graffiti himself because he wanted to "mobilize a movement after being disappointed in and fearful of the outcome of the national election." He insisted his actions were not motivated by anti-Christian or anti-gay sentiments.
That's not how it's done, Stang.

The Pride of Cleveland

Now, just beat Detroit today, will you?

Satire is Funny Because It Comes Within the Razor's Edge of Reality

Like this:

Jesus Was A Socialist Deconstructionist Feminist, Claims Socialist Deconstructionist Feminist Scholar
Schraph, age 47, was amazed to find in his textual examinations that the Jesus he found virtually mirrored the things he himself believes about society. “When I strip away the things that obviously could not have been said by the Jesus of history, the Christ figure is practically an avatar of my own mind.”

Seriously, Our Country Has the Strangest Anarchists


No true anarchist has ever taken umbrage at a free newspaper liberally distributed to the public. Historically, this has been how anarchists made known their ideology.  As usual, it's merely indolent youth seeking to salve, through property damage and acting out, the growing awareness of their social inconsequence.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Cue My Rueful Laughter

Income tax revenue collapses; Malloy says taxing the rich doesn’t work

This was pointed out to Dann-el in the first year of his first term, I was there when it happened, and his response was dismissive, condescending, and hostile.  Considering he was meeting with a bunch of clergy, that seemed curious.  If anyone knows that money is fungible, its clergy.

Reality is a harsh teacher, isn't it?  I'm glad I kept all those boxes from the last move, because it may be time to head back to Ohio.  If Dann-el can't tax the rich, he's going to be coming for the middle class.

Needlehooks

I occasionally come across quotations that snag my attention like a needle-hook to yarn.  I may or may not agree with the writer's perspective, I may find them derivative or vulgar [as a person, I'm much closer to an Edwardian ne'er-do-well than I am to a 21st century tech-infused social microbe], but they represent something that stirs my thinking and, sometimes, imagination.

From time to time, I'll share them and their source, but caveat emptor.
Of all the cultural myths, the farm boy who became something greater may have been the most powerful. Ye gods, we once practically worshiped this idea. It was one of the enduring features of American culture, as distinct from the various European cultures that spawned it. You see, if our farmers and fishermen could throw out the British, of all people, was there anything truly beyond us? We didn’t need noblemen, you see. We had farmers. We didn’t need warriors, we had soldiers. There was no need for great nobles, or learned men of haute culture. We could bootstrap it all ourselves.
The farm boy might become a great philosopher, or an astronaut, or a general. He might become a President or a Congressman. Perhaps he would be the next great scientist or engineer. He didn’t need the pedigree of an aristocrat, or the brand name of some noble house. He didn’t need to go to the grandest of colleges, or know all the right people. He didn’t need to have the correct political opinions if, indeed, he even bothered much with politics at all. If you could do the job, you could do anything, and it didn’t much matter what dusty mid-western farm you crawled out of.