Friday, February 9, 2018

Ross MacDonald


“I used to think the world was divided into good people and bad people, that you could pin responsibility for evil on certain definite people and punish the guilty. I’m still going through the motions.” 


A friend of mine is a private eye.  Well, he prefers to be described as an independent investigator.  He works in New York City, mostly on fraud investigations for the big banks and insurance companies.  He doesn't carry a gun, does not have a wise-cracking secretary, does have a bottle of John Begg whiskey in his desk drawer, and I once saw him kick a Times Square mugger right in the rear end with a practiced boot.  The dope dropped his ill-gotten gaines and ran off.  So, I suppose one could say that he's good with his dukes, if the dukes in question are wearing Nike sneakers.

He is also a talented blues guitarist, a tactile artist who has been featured in galleries, and has earned a Master's degree in theology.  I once pointed out to him that he was as cool as Peter Gunn.  He corrected me by saying, "I would prefer to be Johnny Staccato".  He has a point.

I value his insight into human nature as it is sometimes rather raw, but tempered with education and intelligence.  He doesn't deal with dramatic conspiracies or lurid murders like TV detectives, most often it's with one poor schlub who thought he had the brains and cleverness to outwit a massive, multi-national bank that enjoys near-unlimited resources.  It never turns out well.

But, often at the heart of the schlub's series of poor, and ultimately criminal, choices is a complicated web of familial obligations and personal desires.  My friend once noted to me that, when caught, criminals always refer to their circumstances in the passive voice, as if things just sort of happened to them with no notion of moral agency.  Such is their delusion.  His comment reminded me of some of the most literate detective fiction of the 20th century.

Ross MacDonald was the pen name of Kenneth Millar, who was born in California in 1915 and raised in Kitchener, Ontario.  After serving in the U.S. Navy during World War II, MacDonald [we'll use that name for this profile] enrolled in the University of Michigan, eventually earning a PhD in English.  During this time, as he was a newlywed, he supplemented his income by writing stories for the pulp magazine market, gradually refining his style and what would become his singular creation.

In 1949, MacDonald wrote his first novel, The Moving Target, featuring private detective Lew Archer, a quintessential, hard-boiled Southern Californian private eye; a direct descendant of Dashiell Hammett's "Sam Spade" and Raymond Chandler's "Philip Marlowe".   In fact, the three characters are recognized by scholars as the trinity of world-weary, but valuable, ethical voices in the midst of moral chaos.

Sam Spade presented a singular ethical sense that was contrary to the chaos of a criminalized world.  While a remarkable collection of villains is searching for an elusive object of desire, and cheating, stealing, coercing, kidnapping, and killing in order to gain it, Spade is following his own moral voice as he seeks the murderer of his business partner.  The fact that he didn't care for his partner, was having an affair with his partner's wife, and Spade's new love interest is one of the grasping villains, does not dissuade him in his pursuit of some resolute moral action.

Philip Marlowe is essentially a monk.  Well, a monk who carries a revolver and has a taste for whiskey and sadder-but-wiser women.  He enjoys chess, literature, and a sophisticated philosophical outlook on his morally cloudy world.  In fact, his name is inspired by that of Christopher Marlowe, an Elizabethan playwright and poet who was a deft hand with a sword, a secret agent for Elizabeth I, and probably assassinated by her enemies.  Or by her.  One could never tell with Liz as she could be fickle in her affections.

Lew Archer is such a continuation of the other two that he may as well have been their business partner, at least originally.  After a few novels, Archer's role in detective fiction began to evolve with the times.  As Spade was a product of the late 1920's and 1930's, and Marlowe of the 1940's, Archer's fictional tenure would range from the post-WWII period to the early 1970's.  Where the Chandler novels are often about the moral development of Marlowe, MacDonald's Archer novels become over time observations of human relations, dysfunction, unrequited devotion, and nihilistic narcissism.

In order to record such observations, rather than being about the detective's moral pilgrimage, the character of Archer becomes the synoptic through whom we view the changing moral landscape of the post-war period.  Thus, he is more empathetic than Marlowe or, certainly, Spade, and implicitly more sensitive to those with whom he interacts.  As Spade and Archer were characters from an urban landscape, one often fraught with unknown and sudden danger, Archer would find himself more and more often in the suburban valley communities outside of Los Angeles, where the danger was even less visible and more nebulous, if no less real.

MacDonald would work with devotion and seriousness at his craft, clearly with the intention of turning the detective fiction born from the pulp magazines, where the characters of Hammett and Chandler also began, into a proper literary form.  Much of this required not only traditional features of detective fiction, with well-reasoned and balanced plots, but the lyricism of the writing needed to be of a near-sublime quality, too.

Consider these selected sentences from the Archer novels:

“There was nothing wrong with Southern California that a rise in the ocean level wouldn't cure.”
The Drowning Pool

 “She was trouble looking for somebody to happen to.” ― The Wycherly Woman

“The past was filling the room like a tide of whispers.” ― The Instant Enemy

“People are trying so hard to live through their children. And the children keep trying so hard to live up to their parents, or live them down. Everybody's living through or for or against somebody else. It doesn't make too much sense, and it isn't working too well.” ― The Far Side of the Dollar

Eudora Welty, a writer whose observations of small scenes in southern life earned her a Pulitzer Prize, a National Book Award, and various other literary honors, recognized what MacDonald was doing with detective fiction and engaged in a lively correspondence with him that reveals through their exchanges a shared notion of what was possible in his genre of fiction.  Each encouraged the other, with MacDonald leading Welty to the more visceral and Welty developing in MacDonald a greater sense of nuance in his characters' actions and interactions.[1]

The letters, over 300 of them, may be found in a bound volume that's still in print.(2)

MacDonald and Welty in one of their rare, in-person visits
The Archer novels would, by the late 1960's, transcend their niche and become recognized by both the Book-of-the-Month Club and critics at The New York Times and other periodicals.  More than anyone else, he made detective fiction, in his re-working of classical themes from Greek tragedy into the daunted dreams of suburban California, something worth reading and not just as a "beach book".

MacDonald would succumb to Alzheimer's Disease in 1983 at the age of 68.  Many current mystery writers, especially the recently deceased Sue Grafton, would credit MacDonald as serving as inspiration for their own works.

As was noted by MacDonald's biographer [3],
"By any standard he was remarkable. His first books, patterned on Hammett and Chandler, were at once vivid chronicles of a postwar California and elaborate retellings [sic] of Greek and other classic myths. Gradually he swapped the hard-boiled trappings for more subjective themes: personal identity, the family secret, the family scapegoat, the childhood trauma; how men and women need and battle each other, how the buried past rises like a skeleton to confront the present. He brought the tragic drama of Freud and the psychology of Sophocles to detective stories, and his prose flashed with poetic imagery."

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Endorsed

Lift Weights, Eat More Protein, Especially if You’re Over 40

Not to Contradict One of My Know-It-All Colleagues, but You Can Surf on The Great Lakes

Low pressure across the Great Lakes coincides with rare thaw-out to give five surfers one day of freshwater bliss.


Pungent Observation of the Day

When interviewed, Olympians are dull.  I suppose it's because, for all of the talking points they have been given to repeat about "representing America", their pursuit is one that requires a self-regard that borders on obsessive narcissism.  They only know their sport and their relationship to it.

While of deep interest to other speed skaters, ice dancers, and mixed doubles curlers, it really isn't to most people.  I recall that one of Joseph Heller's characters in Catch-22 noted that Olympic sports is an activity that grants awards for doing something of no consequence better than anyone else.

And yes, I'll get up early to watch curling.

The Joy That is a Small Town's Police Blotter

5:57 p.m. Someone in a Mickey Mouse jacket got into a fight.

10:21 p.m. Dispatch picked up an incoming call and heard someone yell, “Put your hands up!”

"There aren't two Americas. There are hundreds. Can they get along?"

This wasn't a problem until we embraced the neo-Marxist* ideology of post-Christian [heck, post-religious] culture.
We are parochial by birth; we love our neighborhoods and towns, our sports teams and our schools, as well as churches, county fairs, local music, and parish festivals.
No matter what the subject is, we brag ours is better than yours, maybe put on our team jersey’s and crow about it, but for the most part it is all done in good nature. We find a way to come together on some cultural touchstone and we continue on with our lives.
 “It is a shame that politics cannot adopt that same robust competitive nature, that doesn’t end with a conniption,” said one building manager, after watching the State of the Union address last week.
“You know, disagree on some things, but show a little respect when it comes to other things,” he said.
He was adamant in not wanting to give his real name. "Just use 'Derek,'" he says shaking his head, "because I see what happens on social media if you express a thought.
*For those curious about this reference, neo-Marxism isn't specifically about Communism or Socialism as much as it's an ideology dedicated to dividing society into Balkanized groups based on the perceived status of victims or victimizers.  Adding to the chaos is that victim groups compete for the status of "top victim".  The "neo" aspect is that everything, including sports, superhero movies, innocuous conversations at work, etc., becomes politicized.

Exactly when did American culture devolve to the point where the highest human achievement is being a victim?

Why is this encouraged by our political class?  Because power is more easily seized and exercised when the public is divided.  If I were a cynic I would say it also facilitates the acquisition of shady money.  This is familiar to any student of history; it's nothing new.

Christianity, and most other existent religions, recognize this as a harmful tendency in human nature and seek to reconcile it so that peace might be known.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Oh, Yale. You So Crazy.

The best part?  This was at a "Future Leaders Workshop".

A Group of Dental Students Are Under Fire for Taking a 'Disturbing' Selfie

A Samurai Martyr to Be Canonized in the Church of Rome

Samurai, Martyr, Soon a Saint

It Often Seems That Revolutions Sooner or Later Begin to Devour Themselves

Thus it is for Feminism, apparently.

It’s all common sense. And yet Katie Roiphe must be counted as courageous for saying such things in her thoughtful Harper’s essay “The Other Whisper Network: How Twitter Feminism Is Bad for Women.” On social media, Roiphe finds herself being scored all over again, having been vitriolically denounced last month when rumors about the contents of the essay hit the Internet while it was still being written. 

The "offending" essay may be found here.  It seems rather innocuous, actually.  There is a remarkable ideological totalitarianism taking place right now, isn't there?  Perhaps this is another sign of cultural decline, along with the self-indulgence and narcissism of finding a great many common things to be "problematic".

To paraphrase Andrew Cummins' observation about the term "Islamaphobia", the word "problematic" seems "a word created by fascists, and used by cowards, to manipulate morons."

Just Because We Can Automate Something Doesn't Mean We Should

Will self-driving trucks increase the demand for truck drivers?
One of the big failings of high-level analyses of future trends is that in general they either ignore or seriously underestimate the complexity of the job at a detailed level. Lots of jobs look simple or rote from a think tank or government office, but turn out to be quite complex when you dive into the details.
For example, truck drivers don’t just drive trucks. They also secure loads, including determining what to load first and last and how to tie it all down securely. They act as agents for the trunking company. They verify that what they are picking up is what is on the manifest. They are the early warning system for vehicle maintenance. They deal with the government and others at weighing stations. When sleeping in the cab, they act as security for the load. If the vehicle breaks down, they set up road flares and contact authorities. If the vehicle doesn’t handle correctly, the driver has to stop and analyze what’s wrong – blown tire, shifting load, whatever.
In addition, many truckers are sole proprietors who own their own trucks. This means they also do all the bookwork, preventative maintenance, taxes, etc. These people have local knowledge that is not easily transferable. They know the quirks of the routes, they have relationships with customers, they learn how best to navigate through certain areas, they understand how to optimize by splitting loads or arranging for return loads at their destination, etc. They also learn which customers pay promptly, which ones provide their loads in a way that’s easy to get on the truck, which ones generally have their paperwork in order, etc. Loading docks are not all equal. Some are very ad-hoc and require serious judgement to be able to manoever large trucks around them. Never underestimate the importance of local knowledge.
Tech-analysts know as much about truckers and trucking as Protestant clergy know about football and deer hunting.

Monday, February 5, 2018

Because Look What Happens When People Become Ignorant of Them

Why Are the Classics Necessary?

By Limiting Participation in Our Culture. That's Its Actual Intention, Isn't It?

How Will #MeToo Affect the Average Guy?
So what will policies or laws or the societal judgement that all men are predators affect the average man? It will mean fewer male teachers, for who wants to teach when any kid can come forward and may even be encouraged to interpret any movement or word from a man as abuse? I watch men already afraid to interact with women or children, even if their work calls for it. How many will just stop working with women or kids altogether? This includes doctors, teachers, professors, judges, and other men in professions such as personal training, massage therapy or any self-employment where one works with the public...
There must be a better method that results in more true predators being brought to justice than a movement like #MeToo that results in so many false positives, but then, that may be their underlying goal. Because sadly, #Me Too thinks all men are guilty.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

A Super Bowl Ad for an American Beer Stole the Idea from an Aussie Beer



Carlton is also a better beer.

Super Bowl I vs. Super Bowl LII



The Protests in Iran Continue

This isn't currently being covered by much of the large-market U.S. media, but revolution is slowly building, with the key symbol being the surrender of the hijab by young women, many of whom have been arrested for doing so.


Nah, We're Still Here

Surviving the death of the blogosphere

The Coracle is currently enjoying its fourth incarnation.  I've been doing this since 2002 when I started with what was a light-hearted satirical site that lampooned the excesses of The Episcopal Church.  The bishop of the diocese in which I lived and worked [although he was not my canonical bishop] took umbrage at my humor and called me into a weird one-on-one with him, explaining that it would be best if I surrendered it.  What was odd is that he kept referring to the weblog as "e-mail".  Huh?

This meant, of course, that he had never read it and had no clue what it was.  One of my colleagues, not one of my fans, had obviously complained in that passive manner of clergy and I was to be indirectly corrected.  I agreed, of course, and "deleted" the weblog as soon as I got home.  Well, I took it offline.  There was too much gold in those postings to erase the whole shebang.

Then I started the first version of The Coracle.  Yeah, that same evening.  I've improved portions of it, refined it through two more editions, became far less satirical and more esoteric, don't care what any bishop thinks of it, and have indulged my eclectic interests through 8224 postings and 412K viewings.  It has been and continues to be fun.

My point is that it's become a part of what I do and is far superior to any other form of public media.  As a colleague noted:
I think that the old blogosphere was superior to “social media” like Twitter and Facebook for a number of reasons. First, as a loosely-coupled system, instead of the tightly-coupled systems built by retweets and shares, it was less prone to cascading failure in the form of waves of hysteria. Second, because there was no central point of control, there was no way to ban people. And you didn’t need one, since bloggers had only the audience that deliberately chose to visit their blogs.
I also have a feeling that, as people drift away from Facebook and can't deal with the toxic narcissism of Twitter, that the "blogosphere" will be born anew.

Once Upon a Time, Kids, Scholars Were Taught How to Write Complicated Ideas in a Clear and Illuminating Manner

Not any more.


The Recording Engineer is Always One of the Band

Tube Pre-Amp Captures Key Component of the Beatles’ Sound

For Long Readers

JAMES AND MELVILLE, TWO AMERICAN MINDS

Saturday, February 3, 2018

Today's Gratuitous "Jack Kerouac" References


Surprise: Your favorite pop-culture fads were probably inspired by books

Why is this a surprise?  I'm guessing that since the article is from The Daily Collegian, contemporary uni students, who seem only to read Harry Potter, don't realize that ideas come from books.  Good Lord.

and


A reference so gratuitous that I don't know what it means.

Friday, February 2, 2018

Dawn Fraser

We only have two things that we share in this life; we are born and we die. And what we do in between those times, we've got to be happy. I don't let the outside world deter me.

To understand Dawn Fraser, one must first understand, at some implicit level, what it is to be a larrikin.  In fact, to understand a larrikin is to understand much about Australia.

When I became a student in Scotland I was matched with two of my classmates to share a room and certain campus responsibilities.  It became apparent that there was a dark purpose behind our match, as we were at the time the only three students at the school who were neither Scots, nor English, nor Welsh.  My roommate Ian was from Ireland; my roommate Bob was from Australia.  I was the Yank.  In the words of our prefect, we were the "colonials".

Now, the Irish personality and sense of humor is well-known in the United States, mainly due to the large number of our population that's of Irish descent and through the trans-cultural conviviality of St. Patrick's Day.  The Australians have a distinct character and humor, too, but it is less well-known in the USA.  That's a pity, because it is often similar to our own, based as it is on an egalitarian sensibility and appreciation of good-humor and absurdity.  It is generally known as "larrikin nature".  [Suffice it to say, the Mick, the Digger, and the Yank often found themselves in trouble with authority due to the effervescence of our natures.]

While the definition is historically protean, a larrikin is, according to the Oxford Modern Australian Dictionary, "a mischievous young person, an uncultivated, rowdy but good hearted person", or "a person who acts with apparent disregard for social or political conventions".  I would, for the sake of understanding, emphasize the "good-hearted" aspect of larrikin nature.  Australian humor is often clever, but rarely cruel.

In many of the articles about Dawn Fraser, member of the Order of Australia and recognized by Queen Elizabeth II as a Member of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire, even before one gets to a list of her sports records and honors, it is mentioned that she is the living embodiment of the larrikin nature so prized by true Aussies.  For one so little known outside of Australia, she is also an athlete of considerable achievement.

Fraser was born in Balmain, a working-class suburb of Sydney, in 1937.  As Sydney has a considerable collection of beaches and swimming pools, it is common for most of its children to be comfortable in the water.  As such, Fraser enjoyed the local public swimming pool where she would escape from the concerns of adolescence, so much so that she became a powerful swimmer and was brought to the notice of a prominent Sydney swimming coach who guided her into a full realization of her athletic ability.

 

At the age of 19, Fraser competed in her first Olympics in 1956.  She would win a silver medal in 400 meter freestyle, a gold in the freestyle relay, and set a record winning gold in her main event, the 100 meter freestyle.  While her time in the latter event, that of 1 minute and 2 seconds, was unprecedented, she beat that record by winning a gold medal in the 100 meter freestyle in the Rome Olympics of 1960.   She would win silver in the 400 meter relay and the 400 meter medley competition, too.  Her freestyle record was 1 minute and 1.2 seconds.


The next four years were not easy for Fraser.  Her father, a redoubtable Scotsman who strongly supported his daughter's swimming, would die of cancer and her mother, just weeks before the 1964 Toyko Olympics, would be killed in a car accident.  Fraser, who was a passenger, was injured.  It was thought that the combination of personal tragedy and injury would limit or obviate Fraser's participation in Tokyo, but that would not be the case.

It's here that we should mention that which is not often realized about a larrikin.  Sometimes good-heartedness and joie de vivre can mask a bloody-minded determination.  Fraser would compete in Tokyo and not only win a silver medal in the freestyle relay, but a gold in the 100 meter freestyle, once again breaking her own record with a remarkable time of 59.5 seconds.  It would be a record that would stand for the next decade.  Up to that time, no one had ever won a gold medal in the same competition through three consecutive Olympics.

Fraser had created controversy, however.  A new sponsor for the swimming team had supplied the competitors with state-of-the-art swim gear that she found cumbersome and uncomfortable, so she refused to wear it.  She was later told by the Australian Swimming Union not to march in the closing parade because of this refusal and the incident described below, but she marched anyway.  "The incident" became the most larrikin of moments, and the one that gave Fraser a perpetual spot in the hearts of all true Australians.

During a well-lubricated closing night party attended by athletes and officials on the final day of competition, someone thought it would be witty to steal the Olympic flag from a government building as a trophy.  Naturally, Fraser volunteered to be the one to do so.  As the building in question was not some anonymous hall of tedious bureaucracy, but the palace of Emperor Hirohito, both the local authorities and the Australian government took a dim view of Fraser's adventure, even if many Aussies appreciated that she had to swim a tatty moat and perch on a teammate's shoulders in order to seize the flag.  It also helped the tale in that it took a number of Tokyo's finest to subdue her.

In response, Dawn Fraser, Australia's greatest international athlete, nowadays recognized as one of the seven best athletes ever to compete in the Olympics, was banned from competition for ten years, thus ending her competitive career.

In her subsequent years, Fraser coached swimming at the local and national level, wrote two autobiographies [Below the Surface and Dawn: One Hell of a Life], and owned and operated a pub and restaurant, The Riverview Hotel, in her home neighborhood of Balmain.  She was also elected to public office as a representative of her district.


[An aside: There is considerable competition in that neighborhood, as I think Balmain has more bars per capita than any other portion of New South Wales.  In fact, I spent a night and fair part of a morning in the Riverview Hotel where I had an excellent kangaroo-topped pizza.  This was aided by a considerable amount of Carlton Draught, as Aussies treat beer like oxygen.  Many times we hoisted a glass to "Dame Dawn".  I also recall at about 4am we started searching for a flag to steal, but the details are a little fuzzy.  That can be another story.]


When Sydney hosted the Olympics in 2000, Fraser was the unanimous choice to carry the torch into the stadium.

Having recently celebrated her 80th birthday, Fraser is still a paid commentator for the Australian Broadcasting Corporation.  While they probably hired her solely for their sports department, she is also known to be free-spoken, a quality that can occasionally be criticized in our increasingly narrow-minded times.  On more than one occasion the ABC has asked her to apologize for something she has said.  Larrikins are never "correct", according to our political scolds.

Despite the draconian reaction of the Australian Swimming Union, the Tokyo police captain who had detained Fraser after the incident at the Emperor's palace sent her a wrapped box shortly before her return to Sydney.  In it, she discovered the gift of the stolen Olympic flag.

It appears the Japanese can appreciate the larrikin nature, too.


Fraser, who always looks like she's enjoying the most recent in a series of last laughs.

Thursday, February 1, 2018

I Still Miss Australia

Shocked man finds massive tiger snake coiled around printer in his home office - just metres from where his daughter was playing

I'm Sorry to Hear That, as It's About the Only Entertaining Thing During a Hurricane

We Really Won't, But The Media Repeat This Stat Every Year Without Challenge So It's Become Hallowed Through Usage

AMERICANS WILL EAT ENOUGH SUPER BOWL WINGS TO CIRCLE EARTH 3X

Still, as media-enabled lies go, it's preferable to the one that stated that incidents of domestic abuse occurred at a greater rate on Super Bowl Sunday.  That absolute lie was created by sports-phobic feminists and repeated without question by a gullible and incurious media for years, prompting scolding sermons from Episcopal clergy on the Sundays in question.

It Was for Holy Week Baptisms. What's the Mystery?

Mysterious pool found near ancient Jerusalem church

An Obituary of Note

Ex-Indians hitter Oscar Gamble, a 1970s baseball icon for his unique batting stance and hairdo, dead at 68

In those days I would sit in the 25 cent bleachers, almost as far away from the action as the parking lot, but I could always tell when Gamble was on the field, even without binoculars.

Gratuitous "Jack Kerouac" Reference of the Day


Bernstein’s “Candide” in L.A.: The best of all philosophical operettas

The Feast of Brigid




Bridget (aka Brigid, Bride, or Bridey) of Kildare was born around 450 into a Druid family, and was the daughter of Dubhthach, the official poet to the king, a position of considerable social importance and political influence.

At an early age, inspired by the sermons of St. Padraic [or Patrick], she decided to become a Christian and eventually took vows as a nun. With a group of like-minded women, she established a convent at Kildare. Bridget was later joined by a community of monks, as pre-Roman Celtic Christian evangelism [there's that word, again] was based on coeducational monastic houses.

[Celtic monks and nuns did not include chastity as one of their holy vows and, as such, were permitted to live together in community, marry, and procreate. Roman Christianity, which would become the standard in the British Isles a century of so after the death of Bridget, would forbid such normal and sacramental relations between ascetic men and women.]

Kildare was a pagan shrine where a sacred fire was perpetually burning, and Bridget and her nuns, instead of extinguishing the fire, maintained it with a Christian interpretation. This was the evangelical practice of the era as Druidism gave way to Christianity with rare opposition, as the Druids understood their religion was of a transient nature, recognizing Christianity to be its natural replacement and the completion of their beliefs.

As an abbess, Bridget participated in several Irish councils, and her influence on the policies of the Church in Ireland was immeasurable. She is thought to have died in the year 525. On the Irish calendar, this is the first day of spring, thus this date was assigned as her feast since her name, in both the druidic and Christian traditions, represents new beginnings.

Above is a cross made of rushes, called a "Bridget's cross", as she once wove such a devotional for a dying man.

I find her official Episcopal Church collect to be prosaic, but here it is:

Everliving God, we rejoice today in the fellowship of your blessed servant Brigid, and give you thanks for her life of devoted service. Inspire us with life and light, and give us perseverance to serve you all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

The Only Change Will Be That I, and My Secular Compatriots, Will Have to Attend More "Workshops" on Misconduct

You know, those of us who are not mashers, molesters, and rapists.  For the Hollywood/Washington/Wall Street men who behave in this abysmal manner, and the women who enable them, nothing will change.  It will simply become less visible.

From The Guardian:
When the Harvey Weinstein story broke last October, the reaction among the movie industry was wide-eyed shock that someone so many of them knew and worked with could be a rapist. “I didn’t know. I don’t tacitly approve of rape,” said Meryl Streep. And yet only a decade and a half earlier, Streep had stood and applauded when Polanski won best director at the 2003 Oscars, not so much tacitly approving rape as explicitly celebrating a convicted child rapist. If only anyone had known about Weinstein they would never – never! – have worked with him, movie insiders say. And yet, for the past 40 years, many of them have been falling over themselves to work with a self-confessed child rapist, even defending him by pointing to his artistic credentials. Debra Winger described Polanski’s arrest in Switzerland in 2009 as a “philistine collusion”. Reactions to Weinstein come soundtracked with the distinct sound of bandwagon-jumping; thanks to the #MeToo campaign, the public mood is firmly on the side of listening to victims, and Hollywood has keenly followed suit. On Sunday night, at the London Critics Circle awards, only months after defending Polanski and Allen, Winslet spoke tearfully about “bitter regrets I have at poor decisions to work with individuals with whom I wish I had not. Sexual abuse is a crime, it lies with all of us to listen to the smallest of voices.” Yes, if only there had been some way Winslet could have known about these decades-old cases before signing on to work with two directors accused of sex crimes! This kind of hypocrisy about Polanski makes you wonder how serious the industry really is about dealing with this problem, as it claims to be.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

The Need for Burning Anarchy Isn't Just in Music

 Since punk began as a rebellion against boredom, the dead space of commercial music production and the empty hedonism born of the hippie era’s “great sexual revolution”, it was only a matter of time until it, too, would become corrupted. A yearning for its own prelapsarian state was built into punk’s ethos. As the punk musician-turned-philosopher Simon Critchley tells Gallix, “Because of the acute awareness of the fact that punk . . . would become a creature of the very music industry whose codes it subverted, we knew that it was going to be shortlived. And that was fine”.

The Most Mysterious of the Lost Languages

Of all the literatures in the world, the smallest and most enigmatic belongs without question to the people of Easter Island. It is written in a script—rongorongo—that no one can decipher. Experts cannot even agree whether it is an alphabet, a syllabary, a mnemonic, or a rebus. Its entire corpus consists of two dozen texts. The longest, consisting of a few thousand signs, winds its way around a magnificent ceremonial staff. The shortest texts—if they can even be called that—consist of barely more than a single sign. One took the form of a tattoo on a man’s back. Another was carved onto a human skull.

I Bet You Can't Say "Super Blue Blood Moon" Three Times Real Fast

THIS IS TONIGHT!

Eclipse 2018: When is the Super Blue Blood Moon in YOUR area?  UK, USA and Canada locations

I Expected Flying Cars by the Year 2018, Not This Nonsense

Berserk leprosy bacteria are wildly mutating to become extremely drug resistant

Coincidentally, I used to play bass for Berzerk Leprosy.

Anyone Sentient Knows That Electric Cars are Dirty

Mazda Says Its Next-Generation Gasoline Engine Will Run Cleaner Than an Electric Car 

Sorry, owners of vehicles such as the Toyota Smug Prius, but that lithium is poisonous, filthy, and requires slave labor to mine it.  I'll just fill up with regular, thank you.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Working-Class Men, Too; But That's Not Really New

Feminists have a new target: working-class women

Many of the clergy whom I have known, most of whom would self-identify as feminist, who are educated and mostly white, have had difficulty with working class men and women.  In fact, they tend to mock them behind their backs; Their lack of an Episcopal Church-approved education, their cars [well, and pick-up trucks], their clothing, their jobs, etc.  Episcopal clergy can be afraid of the people who repair things in their churches and related buildings.

One of my fondest moments was when I was moving into a new office.  I had not yet met any member of the parish besides the vestry, including the office staff.  I was dressed in moving clothes, jeans and a flannel work shirt, and powering a hand truck [aka a dolly] topped off with too many boxes of books that I was off-loading from my pick-up truck.  I looked like a mover.  A common, plodding, un-educated member of the working class who probably voted for Trump.

A fellow clergy-person was on the walkway in front of me.  I nodded a greeting and she stared at me for a moment and then rushed to get in front of me.  I thought at first that she intended to hold open the doors for me.  No, that wasn't it.  She was rushing to get into the building ahead of the scary working class man and left me to manage the 200 pounds of books, precariously balanced on the hand truck, along with the two sets of doors.

I've long suspected that the verse from our Baptismal Covenant where we promise to "respect the dignity of every human being" has meant for too many "as long as we perceive them to be members of our social class."

I've Surfed All Over the World; The Only Place I Have Ever Caught Something Potentially Deadly was on the Southern Californian Coast

By which I mean they may have more pressing health issues if the water at their beaches is more toxic than that of Haiti, Vanuatu, or New Jersey.

California may label coffee a cancer risk

Yes, I See This Happening to Gay Witness in the Church

 Please read this entire article:
For a couple of decades, many non-leftists, in the wake of the plague, took more control of the messaging of gay rights. We emphasized those things that united gays and straights, and we celebrated institutions of integration — such as marriage rights and open military service. We portrayed ourselves as average citizens seeking merely the same rights and responsibilities as everyone else — Republicans and Democrats, conservatives and liberals. We were largely gender-conforming, which is not in any way better than non-gender-conforming, but this helped get the conversation started and sustained. We adopted a much less leftist stance — and few can really dispute that it was one of the most swiftly successful civil-rights movements in history.

But since Obergefell? As many of us saw our goals largely completed and moved on, the far left filled the void. The movement is now rhetorically as much about race and gender as it is about sexual orientation (“intersectionality”), prefers alternatives to marriage to marriage equality, sees white men as “problematic,” masculinity as toxic, gender as fluid, and race as fundamental. They have no desire to seem “virtually normal”; they are contemptuous of “respectability politics” — which means most politics outside the left. Above all, they have advocated transgenderism, an ideology that goes far beyond recognizing the dignity and humanity and civil equality of trans people into a critique of gender, masculinity, femininity, and heterosexuality. “Live and let live” became: “If you don’t believe gender is nonbinary, you’re a bigot.” I would be shocked if this sudden lurch in the message didn’t in some way negatively affect some straight people’s views of gays.

The left’s indifference to religious freedom — see the question of Masterpiece Cakeshop — has also taken a toll.
The moral preening from some members of The Episcopal Church's leadership began this process as well, roiling the institution that I have served since my days as a lowly monk not with unifying change, but with narcissistic self-promotion.  Many of those who take to the microphones at diocesan conventions and who direct the well-funded institutes of the church simply repeat the slogans and ideology of "Problematicism", the endless and eternal search to find someone to blame and punish for a world that isn't perfect.

So much for The Good News.

Monday, January 29, 2018

Tonight's Irrelevant "Jack Kerouac" Reference Trifecta

The Muse, engaging in his favorite hobby

 Marijuana Scientists Are Getting High Wages

and

Interview: Shane Joyce – The Sadness of King Joyce

and

The common thread that binds Leonardo, Franklin, Einstein and Jobs

When you've either nothing to say or are simply crafting a prosaic article, always make a Kerouac reference.  It lends panache to your tedium. 

Agricultural Archaeology

Over 2,000 years ago in North America, indigenous people domesticated plants that are now part of our everyday diets, such as squashes and sunflowers. But they also bred crops that have since returned to the wild. These include erect knotweed (not to be confused with its invasive cousin, Asian knotweed), goosefoot, little barley, marsh elder, and maygrass. We haven’t simply lost a few plant strains: an entire cuisine with its own kinds of flavors and baked goods has simply disappeared.

Another Irrelevant "Jack Kerouac" Reference

In Detroit, Motown nights are reborn

And another, this time from Harness Racing Update [yes, that's right]:

Breaking Stride: Parting Words

I Confess That I Missed It Myself

Pity poor John Milton. Last year also marked the 350th anniversary of the publication of Paradise Lost, the greatest epic poem in English and one of the greatest works of Western literature, and hardly a word was said about either the man or the work....

Friday, January 26, 2018

Heinrich Harrer


Wherever I live, I shall feel homesick for Tibet. I often think I can still hear the cries of wild geese and cranes and the beating of their wings as they fly over Lhasa in the clear, cold moonlight. My heartfelt wish is that my story may create some understanding for a people whose will to live in peace and freedom has won so little sympathy from an indifferent world.
One of the members of my first parish was a respected teacher of autistic children.  She was patient, kind, and extremely helpful to those in her charge.  I once watched her handle a child who was emotionally compromised and disruptive in a local fast food restaurant.  She simultaneously pacified the child, assured the patrons, and convinced the mildly idiotic restaurant manager not to call the cops, all with a preternatural calm.  It really was her calling.

At some point, when attending some civic ceremony honoring local educators, I asked if my parishioner had ever been so honored.  The chairwoman of the organization was horrified at my question.  "Don't you know she used to be a Nazi?  We won't be honoring that."  The chairwoman was a member of the church across the town square from my own, but I don't think her denomination messed with that "reconciliation" stuff.

I was, as they say, non-plussed.  Later, I would hear my parishioner's story.

She was born in Germany in the 1920's to a middle-class family in Leipzig.  When she was placed by Germany's new government in a state organization for young people, one that promoted health and athleticism, the virtues of vegetarianism, and community service, she and every child in her school belonged.  She also noted that it was where one met all of the "cute boys".

It was, as historically sensitive readers will have already surmised, the Hitler Youth.  For this, she was branded a Nazi in perpetuity, even in the United States, traditionally the land of second chances and redemption.  All she ever did in her teenage years was attend camping weekends and help clean roadways of debris and trash.  Despite the great and valuable work she did for the remainder of her days, a choice made for her at fourteen would determine how some would regard her for the rest of her life.  In our small town she was sometimes even shunned, except by the desperate parents of autistic children for whom no one else would serve their needs as well or as lovingly.

I thought of her upon the death of Heinrich Harrer, whose obituaries gave some glancing notice of his fascinating life and highly individual service to the global realities of the 20th century, but preferred to mention that, when he was in his twenties, in order to become a ski instructor to mountaineers, it was necessary for him to join the Schutzstaffel, the quasi-military organization of the Nazi Party.  For this choice, made by an ambitious young man, he was deposited into the bin of history, shunned by historians and not to be mentioned by our moral superiors who make up the fourth estate.  It's a pity, really, as his role is one that deserves some proper notice.

So, we'll begin in 1938, when Harrer, a 26-year-old Austrian, physical and vigorous, was determined to be the first to climb the North Face of the Eiger Mountain with a group of mountaineers.  It was a daunting and ambitious goal, not to mention a tad suicidal, as the Eiger is a legendarily dangerous summit.  However, owing to their training and natural robustness, they succeeded and became, for a few years, the toast of the close-knit world of mountain-climbers.  World War II would intrude on such pursuits, however, as surely as the war would intrude on the lives of Harrer and his contemporaries on all sides of the conflict.

Upon returning from the Eiger, with Harrer on the left

Harrer and a group of other Austro-German climbers had gathered in India to attempt a summit of Nanga Parbat, a 26,000 peak in the Himalayas, when war was declared in 1939.  As India was still a British colony, and as the climbers were all healthy young men of military age, and hence mandated members of the German military, they were captured and placed in a prisoner-of-war camp in Bombay.  While this was not a dire experience for non-combatant military such as Harrer, they were required by German military law to attempt to escape.  [This is common, by the way.  American military can face court-martial for not attempting to escape imprisonment.]  This they did, time and again, only to be returned to the camp.  In punishment for these repeated attempts, the prisoners were relocated to a less temperate environment in Dehradun, about 100 miles from India's border with Tibet.  When Harrer and the others learned that one of their company could speak the Tibetan language, they formulated a more agreeable plan.

Since all of their attempts to exit captivity in India had been in a predictable direction, Harrer and Peter Aufschnaiter, a rare climber in that he was so self-effacing that his name is rarely mentioned in stories of Harrer, intended to make their way through Tibet to Burma, the latter then under the control of the Japanese, Germany's ostensible ally.  In 1944, disguised as Indian laborers, the prisoners simply walked out of the gates of their camp and into the mountains. This would begin an adventure that, over the next seven years, would bring a previously mysterious and obtuse kingdom, and its enigmatic leader, into the forefront of post-war diplomacy and global politics.

Over a year-and-a-half after their successful escape, living by their wits and abilities, Harrer and Aufschnaiter arrived in Tibet's capital of Lhasa in 1946, unaware that the war had concluded some five months earlier.  Since Lhasa was still so exotic it was only known as the inspiration for the fictional kingdom of Shangri-La in James Hilton's 1933 novel Lost Horizon, and since Western travelers were so rare as to be a curiosity observed by the locals from behind a yak, Harrer and Aufschnaiter's arrival was certainly noticed.  While initially stand-offish, the very young leader of Tibet [and the branch of Buddhism known as Vajrayana] recognized that, with Tibet's newly Communist neighbor, China, ascendant and expressing an interest in annexing his country, it would be important to know something of the western world outside of the formidable walls of the Himalayas.

Thus, Heinrich Harrer was summoned to an audience with the 14th Dalai Lama, the thirteen-year-old god-king of Tibet.  Being of an open mind and balanced spirituality, and a seemingly insatiable curiosity about...well, just about everything, the Dalai Lama found Harrer and his exploits fascinating.  So much so that by 1948 Heinrich Harrer had become an official agent of the Tibetan government, responsible for tutoring the Lama in math, science, world history, and English.  Harrer would even go so far as to build a simple movie theater for the Lama so that he might show him of life in the outside world.  The two would share a mutual respect and friendship that would last for decades.

The Special Counsel to His Holiness, the 14th Dalai Lama
By 1952, the Chinese had invaded Tibet and begun a gradual take-over the country.  Realizing that a Westerner would not be treated well by their new overlords, the Lama released Harrer from his obligation and saw to it that he was escorted back to the Indian border.  Harrer would then return to Austria and a very different world from the one he had last seen in 1939.  Things would deteriorate in Tibet to the point that the CIA eventually evacuated the Dalai Lama from Tibet and helped him set up a provisional government in neighboring Nepal, a place that serves as his "temporary" capital to this day.

Harrer, now forty, did what he had done before, with one notable addition.  As the post-war world was being reminded of what peace could be like, and as Harrer, still celebrated within his tight mountaineering community, had now returned from obscurity, he was in demand to climb and explore in a number of places from Alaska to the Amazon to the Mountains of the Moon.  There was also now a deep interest in the more remote parts of the world and he became a celebrated public speaker, detailing his adventures as the special adviser to the Dalai Lama, making the god-king known and accessible to the Western audiences.

[If you're wondering whatever happened to Peter Aufschnaiter, while Harrer and the god-king were watching movies, Aufschnaiter was designing Lhasa's first sewage system and hydro-electric plant, plus contributing to the field of archaeology by cataloging the finds uncovered by the digging necessary for the construction of his Tibetan innovations.  While Harrer would return to Europe, Aufschnaiter would remain in Nepal, eventually becoming a Nepalese citizen, and continue his work for the benefit of the Tibetan/Nepalese people.  The difference between the two men is that, acting upon what we now call "branding", Harrer created a role for himself on the lecture circuit, Aufschnaiter didn't.]

In addition to his continued exploration and lecturing, Harrer wrote 20 books about his experiences, with the best among them being Seven Years in Tibet.  [In testimony to its popularity, it would be made into a movie with Brad Pitt playing the role of Harrer.]  It is still in print along with his journal of the ascent of the Eiger's North Face and his experiences upon returning to Tibet many years after the Chinese occupation.  Additionally, he made several documentaries for German television that informed a new generation about Tibet and its travails, eventually creating the Heinrich Harrer Museum in Austria.


Upon his death in 2006 at the age of 93, Harrer's old student and friend, who had risen in recognition and popularity throughout the world during the remainder of the 20th century, would write the following:
'When I first met him in 1949, he was from a world I was not familiar with. I learned many things, particularly about Europe, from him.'I want to take this opportunity to express my immense gratitude and appreciation for his creating so much awareness about Tibet and the Tibetan people through his well-known book Seven Years in Tibet and the many lectures he gave throughout his life. His love and respect for the Tibetan people are clearly evident in his writings and his talks'.'We feel we have lost a loyal friend from the West, who had the unique opportunity to experience life in Tibet for seven long years before Tibet lost its freedom. We Tibetans will always remember Heinrich Harrer and will miss him greatly.

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Today's Irrelevant "Jack Kerouac" Reference

Washington’s current and future poets laureate visit YVC for a ‘passing of the guard’ ceremony

I'm Trying to Compose the Theological Version of This

N = R x fp x ne x fl x fi x fc x L

You'll have to Google this.  Despite Dad being a mathematician/physicist, who trained me well in equations and "ciphering", I don't think I can explain it very well.

This is Getting Real Interesting for Those of Us Who Respect Free Thinking and Verbal Precision

Attacking ramparts in war of words

It's About Time

Puerto Rico to privatize its power system

Having just returned from there, I found it disheartening to see that, at night, lights were on only in Old San Juan and around the casino.  The lights from houses and streetlights that used to illuminate the surrounding hills were dark.  In fact, I was sad to see one of my favorite places suffering from a general societal disintegration.

I Appreciate a Good Protest as Much as the Next American, but at Least Clean Up after Yourselves


I always enjoy it when Communist-affiliated organizations protest on behalf of "the people", but also expect "the people" to clean up after them.  It shows what's behind the red mask, doesn't it?

Male/Female Relations are a System; It Will Require the Work of Both Genders to Restore Dignity to It

The point is not that British prudery represents an antidote to gender inequities. Modesty and propriety are not enough to make a magnanimous society, as contemporary Islamic republics demonstrate. But the relationship between a grounded, transcendentally moral sexual ethic and the protection of women from exploitation and abuse may not be the inverse relationship our twentieth-century sages believed it to be.

Just a year ago, protesting simulated sexuality in films and television was thought to be nothing more than anti-female fundamentalism. In the past year, however, Hollywood has yielded some of its non-secrets, and we know that the entertainment industry is littered with voyeuristic men in charge of screenplays and production companies. All that skin and coarse talk that befuddled audiences with its excessiveness now becomes explicable, and the explanation does not flatter those who cheered the naked bodies as victories over repression.

Monday, January 22, 2018

Everything You Know is Wrong

Worst climate warnings ‘will not come true’

Today's Irrelevant Jack Kerouac Reference

Trust me, there will be a lot of these.

Slam poet of the San Juans

Twitter, According to St. Augustine of Hippo

"They speak as they do, not because they are men of God, or because they have seen in the heart of Moses, your servant, that their explanation is the right one, but simply because they are proud. They have no knowledge of the thoughts in his mind, but they are in love with their own opinions, not because they are true, but because they are their own."

Friday, January 19, 2018

Back from the Hurricane Zone; Postings Will Resume Shortly

My spiritual home while away: St. Mark's Anglican Church in Bridgetown, Barbados.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

An Obituary of Note

Lawrence Stager, the Dorot Professor of the Archaeology of Israel, emeritus, at Harvard University, died on December 29, 2017, at the age of 74.  

Unsung outside of archaeology, he studied, in particular, the ancient city of Ashkelon.  His excavation revealed much of what we now know of the Old Testament world.

Monday, January 8, 2018

Hiatus

Currently on a mission trip in a part of the world where the Internet is still a fond memory, rather than a casual reality.  So, intermittent postings will be the standard for the next fortnight.

However, there is a biography this week that will be posted on Friday.

Sunday, January 7, 2018

Dear Media

"Alot" is not a word that exists in the English language.  I believe you mean "a lot".

It's not a "new record", it's simply a "record".  As in "We have record temperatures today".

One cannot "center around" something.  That doesn't make sense.  It's "center on".

Friday, January 5, 2018

John Wilson Murray

“I will follow criminals to any place and run them down.”

My uncle was a trooper for the Ohio State Highway Patrol.  He covered, with only two or three others, the 700+ square miles of Ohio's largest county, seemingly always on duty and always driving that beast of a Ford Fairlane or Chevy Impala.  In the trunk was the standard array of safety equipment, from highway flares to a first aid kit to a three day food and water pack in case he was lodged in a snow drift [that would happen enough that, when I first received my driver's license, we were required by law to have emergency food and water in our cars in the winter].  There was also a Remington pump-action shotgun and a Thompson Sub-Machine Gun in there.  My cousins and I liked to look in that massive trunk and imagine Uncle Roger's adventures.

Unk's ride.
When I was older and driving to visit my parents back in Ohio, I would spend the better part of the journey covering that big county that was my now-retired uncle's former beat.  The idea that a few troopers kept law and order in those small towns sprinkled throughout the snow, most of which had no police department or even a town sheriff with a nervous, incompetent deputy, amazed me even more than it did in childhood.  What a remarkable charge that was, and what remarkable men they were who kept some semblance of peace among the boondockers, hillbillies, moonshiners, common and career criminals, and inebriates who could make life unpredictable in the towns surrounding the "big city" of Ashtabula.  [Before any scolding social justice warriors lose their water, my uncle and I are hillbillies, too, thus we can use the "H-Word".]

Now imagine what it was like to serve as the sole agent of the law in a 400,000+ square mile Canadian province with no car, machine gun, radio, or even highway flares.  That was the charge of John Wilson Murray, who became a remarkable and celebrated detective at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries.

It should come as no surprise that Murray was a Scotsman, not just because of his surname, but because of the rather offhand manner in which he approached a daunting responsibility.  Born in Edinburgh in 1840, Murray came to the United States with his family while still a child and, when of age, joined the U.S. Navy as a common sailor.  As most of his experience was realized during the Civil War, he performed his duty in the Great Lakes as part of the flotilla guarding a prisoner-of-war cantonment on an island in Lake Erie.  After the war's end, he joined the Erie, Pennsylvania police department, eventually serving as a detective.

With the planned completion of the Canadian intra-continental railroad, there was a general call for all sorts of workers, not just engineers, conductors, and boiler-men, but also personnel for the railway's own security force.  As it was backed by an eager government's budget, the salary was higher than that of a small city's police force [$1500 a year], so Murray became a railroad detective.  His service was so exemplary that he was hired to a rather particular job created in 1875, that of Detective for the Government of Ontario.  He was the only detective from Toronto to Pickle Lake, from Wood Creek to the border of Manitoba, responsible for investigating crimes committed among the 2,000,000 residents, from the cosmopolitan to the tribal.

From the official Ontario government history, we learn the reasons for the creation of this position:
Murray’s appointment was a response to weaknesses in the existing system of policing and prosecution. The major urban centres had introduced police forces from the 1830s, and the 1858 amendments to the Municipal Corporations Act had required towns of more than 15,000 people to establish their own constabularies. In rural areas law enforcement was the responsibility of local justices of the peace and county constables, who were remunerated by a system of fees. In all areas prosecution was the responsibility of county crown attorneys, who did no investigative work but prosecuted on the basis of whatever information the police could provide. Detectives were not a major feature of the system. Prior to Murray’s appointment the provincial government had employed private detectives on an ad hoc basis, and specialized “detectives” had been used for political purposes, for example in the observation and suppression of Fenian activity. They were also used by the new dominion government for the guarding of public buildings and the investigation of counterfeiting operations. Some municipal forces and county constabularies employed them from the 1860s, but they were not systematically used.
By the 1870s three principal weaknesses had been perceived in this system, especially in rural areas. First, in the words of Hugh McKinnon, chief of the Belleville police, the constable, who was “usually a poor man,” could afford only to “take a look about the immediate neighbourhood”; he went no further because the fees were “totally inadequate to reimburse him for either his time or necessary expenses.” Secondly, localism resulted in patronage, corruption, and jurisdictional disputes, which hampered the investigation of crimes involving prominent figures and of many major crimes. Thirdly, there was an increasing perception that rural constables were simply not capable of investigating anything but minor offences. [1]
Murray proved peripatetic in the pursuit of justice, well-known not only on the streets of Toronto but in many of the remote outposts in the province.  A stern and abiding presence, he also showed an aptitude for self-promotion that ensured that his story and photo were often in the newspaper.  I'm sure that was necessary for the job, too, as it was as much political as investigatory.

Canada's largest city, circa 1890
In 1890, Murray was involved in solving the most notorious murder in the province, the infamous Birchall Case [2], made more prominent due to the advent of Ontario's nascent tabloid newspaper industry.  As all reporting needs a hook to draw in readers [and advertisers], and the best hook is an inspiring hero, Murray's fame was solidified throughout all of Canada.  So much so that, from that time forward, he was often referred to in the press as "The Great Detective".

Murray would, with the aid of some journalist ghost writers, author an autobiography entitled [what else?] The Memoirs of the Great Detective.  Since it was meant to be a general part of tabloid ballyhoo, it cannot be trusted as an accurate source, but it sold papers and enabled Murray to enjoy job security.  Upon his death at the age of 66 in 1906, he was still serving as Ontario's detective, albeit sharing the responsibility with a few others as the provincial population had increased.

The Canadian Broadcasting Company produced a successful TV show in the early 1980's, "The Great Detective", about Murray's exploits, most of them based on factual cases.  The even more popular CBC show, "Murdoch Mysteries" [also available on streaming services and syndicated on U.S. television] is an extrapolation of Murray's work.  As designed for modern tastes, Detective Murdoch uses science and psychology to solve his turn-of-the-century crimes; it should be noted that Murray more often used the more physical and coercive tools of his era to earn confessions.

Nowadays, detection is the responsibility of the Ontario Provincial Police, or OPP, who can boast of over 6200 officers addressing issues of crime and disorderliness.  In their museum, one may read of the prominence of John Wilson Murray's contribution not just to the development of Canadian policing, but in maintaining a sense of lawfulness for which Canadians are still well-known.

So much so that each year an honor guard of the OPP meet at Murray's grave to throw him a salute, replace the OPP, traditional and contemporary Canadian flags that adorn it, and honor his memory in a manner appropriate to such a pre-eminent lawman.


Monday, January 1, 2018

Archaeological News

Israeli archaeologists find 2,700-year-old 'governor of Jerusalem' seal impression

But, But, But...Christians Don't Believe in Science or Something

The Big Bang theory of the universe was developed by a Catholic priest–and the Pope approved

There are too many people who think that Christians exclude the realities of science from their appreciation of the world.  There are too many people who are, essentially, dumb as livestock.

Of the Increasing Emptiness of Episcopal Pronouncements

By "episcopal", we mean in its actual definition, which is "that having to do with bishops".

Behold, Esau my brother is a hairy man, and I am a smooth man*
It is entirely right that the Archbishop should express his thanks to the emergency services for their courageous presence during terrorist attacks and at terrible public disasters such as Grenfell. Likewise, his concern for the poor and the sick is something required of him by the faith which he professes. I just wish he would profess the Christian faith rather more than he does. Christian morality is derived from Christian doctrine. And the most fundamental Christian doctrine is that we have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, but we can take comfort and hope from the fact that Jesus Christ died to save us from our sins. So, if we repent and turn to Christ, we shall be saved,
Not a word about this from Welby. As if a chemist were to talk about chemistry while avoiding all reference to chemicals, or England’s opening batsman should walk out to bat – only without his bat.
* The article's title is from a skit by the now-ancient "Beyond the Fringe" comedy troupe, who specialized in playing dotty vicars, that is familiar to English audiences.

People Who Reject Religion Will Always Find Something to Replace It