Saturday, April 11, 2009

On The One Hand, On The Other Hand (VERY Strong Language Alert)

On the one hand, we have George Carlin . . .

On the other hand we have Courtney at Feministing:
But Mr. Broman Comedy Dude of the moment, Seth Rogen, is seriously misguided if he thinks women are going to sit happily and giggle at the date rape scene in his new movie. Essentially Anna Faris' character gets horrifically drunk, throws up, and passes out in a bed. As Seth Rogen's character is basically grinding away, he suddenly pauses and appears to have a crisis of conscious, soothed immediately by Anna Faris' character coming to and grumbling, "Why'd you stop motherfucker?"

It's not funny Seth. First of all, one out of six women in this country is sexually assaulted in her lifetime. Which means a whole lot of your bromen are confused about what consensual sex is. Is the laugh you get worth making them even more confused? Basically giving them permission from one of the most adored dudes of the moment to not take rape seriously? Yeah, we didn't think so.

Come correct Seth. Put out a statement apologizing for your stupid humor and start working to prevent sexual assault instead of making light of it. Otherwise 52% of the movie-watching population just might stay at home when your movies hit the theaters. (italics added)

Majikthise has a bit more, including this from Time magazine's review:
Now that's character comedy, I mean tragedy, I mean tromedy, of the highest, I mean lowest, I mean high-lowest order. Beyond the weirdness, if you can get there, is a quick portrait of trailer-park America pursuing its urges by any means necessary. It's clear that Ronnie, no babe magnet, will take what he can get on this night of nights, even if it's not quite the exalted ecstasy he had hoped for; and that Brandi, who's been in this position once or twice before, wants the sexual exercise, even if she's not awake to take an active role in it — somewhere in her stupor, she's feeling a rote rumble of pleasure. The scene achieves what few American movies even attempt: to pinpoint the grim compromise, the desperation, that can attend the sex act. Don't call it love; don't call it grand; but whatever it is, don't stop.(emphasis added)

Beyerstein writes, in part:
Rogen is saying that the scene is a bait and switch: We're led to think Ronnie's a date rapist, but at the last possible minute we realize that Brandi consented after all. Psych!

That she's drunk, drugged out, covered with her own vomit, and unconscious is never in doubt.

Rogen excels at a brand of awkwardness-based humor where much of the laughter is tension release. Which means that the scene fails on its own terms, unless you believe that an unconscious person can consent. Without the unexpected "evidence" of consent, it's just a rape scene. If you see the encounter as rape, Brandi's slurred semi-conscious interjection just seems piteous. It doesn't make anything "okay."

Corliss apparently relishes the sexual violence in the spirit Rogen intended.

Corliss also reaffirms the patriarchal nostrum that slutty women consent to sex by default. He writes: "Brandi, who's been in this position once or twice before, wants the sexual exercise, even if she's not awake to take an active role in it — somewhere in her stupor, she's feeling a rote rumble of pleasure." So, even when she's unconscious, she's asking for it.

Don't even get me started on the "trailer park America" line--as if substance abuse and sexual assault are just for working class people. Tell that to the frat boys.

The scene as portrayed in the trailer on Feministing shows it in the context of the film - and Rogen's character is funny in the way that disturbing people can be funny. I honestly don't know if the scene was intended to be "funny"; both Faris' and Rogen's characters are portrayed as deeply flawed individuals, and I believe - having just watched a little snippet from the trailer, that we are supposed to laugh not so much at "date rape" as we are to cringe and laugh at ourselves because a line has been crossed.

Unlike Richard Corliss' review, however, I don't believe that this scene is some archetype of working class ("trailer park") sexual mores. I actually think his review is far more revealing of elite opinion regarding the working class than anything else. In fact, I find his review to be as disturbing as the scene in question.

My original thought in approaching this subject was to raise the issue of "liberal humorlessness" - the thought that there are lines which, a priori, should not be crossed when presenting words and images because they are offensive in some way or another. Is the racism in Blazing Saddles no longer appropriate, even though it is a presentation of racism done in such a way as to make us laugh at ourselves, yet also cringe with embarrassment at our own complicity in it (if such a thought can be attributed to Mel Brooks' smackdown of westerns)?

The film in question is described as a "dark comedy". These films always skirt lines of appropriateness precisely because they are offering us a glimpse of our baser natures. We may laugh and cringe simultaneously, but the person who is the object of these reactions should be - when it is done right - the audience more than the characters in question.

So, we have two separate issues here. On the one hand, we have the scene, and the movie of which it is a part. On the other we have, in particular, Richard Corliss' review in Time, a review that disturbs me far more than any film ever could.

Thoughts, anyone?

Saturday Rock Show

According to Grateful Dead biographer Dennis McNally, the song "Blow Away" came about in part because lyricist John Barlow was furious with Bob Weir for writing the song "Victim Or The Crime" with another lyricist (scorned lovers . . .). McNally calls the song fairly conventional in its approach to the theme of lost love. Perhaps, although the thought that if we "give it just a minute, it'll blow away" is an interesting, if frightening thought. Brent Mydland's approach to this song, reflecting his own inner turmoil, makes more of this song than McNally's somewhat dismissive tone would seem to indicate.

What's interesting is to wonder what might have happened had the band's label, Arista, been able to arouse enough enthusiasm to put this song out as a single and promote it the way they had "Touch of Gray" a couple years before. It is a very pop-oriented song, built around a very simple riff and just a couple chords. Who knows? It might have been another Top Ten single for the Dead. It might also have given Mydland more confidence, a sense of no longer being "the new guy" after ten years with the band.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Now Krauthammer Is Pissing Me Off

Sometimes I should trust my instincts and not click the little tab to some columns. Yet, I feel moved to read a syndicated column for no other reason than the fact that such a column has a long reach, if nothing else.

I get home from work, spend a little time with my family, play with my dog, have my cat yell at me, and while I sit and enjoy a hot cup of coffee, this is my reward:
"Rules must be binding. Violations must be punished. Words must mean something. The world must stand together to prevent the spread of these weapons. Now is the time for a strong international response."

A more fatuous presidential call to arms is hard to conceive. What "strong international response" did Obama muster to North Korea's brazen defiance of a Chapter 7 -- "binding," as it were -- U.N. resolution prohibiting such a launch?

The obligatory emergency Security Council session produced nothing. No sanctions. No resolution. Not even a statement. China and Russia professed to find no violation whatsoever. They would not even permit a U.N. statement that dared express "concern," let alone condemnation.

Having thus bravely rallied the international community and summoned the United Nations -- a fiction and a farce, respectively -- what was Obama's further response? The very next day, his defense secretary announced drastic cuts in missile defense, including halting further deployment of Alaska-based interceptors designed precisely to shoot down North Korean ICBMs. Such is the "realism" Obama promised to restore to U.S. foreign policy.

I really don't want to read any more.

"Fatuous"? Is there any commentator out there more fatuous than Charles Krauthammer? I suppose the depressing answer to that question is "yes", but, at least for this morning, the answer is an unequivocal "not by a country mile!".

In the first place, what else does Krauthammer expect? For Obama to invade? For the US to stop the North Koreans from launching a missile, which they have every right to do as a sovereign nation, would require far more than mere chutzpah on the part of the United States.

I really can't fathom what goes on between the guy's ears.

Secretary of Defense Robert Gates - who was George W. Bush's Defense Secretary as well - indeed made drastic cuts in the nonsensical and largely nonexistent missile defense program. And it's about twenty years passed due for such cuts. Even if this Godelian bit of nonsense actually worked, what possible relevance would it have for a rocket system that barely scraped the outer rim of the atmosphere? Does Krauthammer believe the North Koreans - who have a million or so troops poised within an easy day's march of the capital of South Korea, and have in their arsenal some of the most powerful and concentrated artillery in the world - would shrug their shoulders at such an outrage and affront and say, "Well, the US shot down our missile. I guess that shows us!"

Frustration, thy name is reading idiocy like this.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

What Universe, Indeed

It's like those studies you read about in your psychology survey classes in college. Rats pressing levers for food pellets, pigeons learning how to walk a tightrope, and Congressional Republicans and right-wing media blowhards carrying on about how much Democrats hate the military. This is behaviorism on display - a Democrat in the White House = America-hating anti-military radical.

Now, it should be obvious to anyone with brain cells that a four percent increase in spending, in an economic atmosphere of deflation, is hardly a cut in spending. Which is why the Republican reaction to the proposed DoD budget is evidence that, in fact, the Republicans have no brain cells. Watch Jon Stewart break it down.

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What has Sec. Gates proposed? Cutting overpriced, unnecessary weapons systems (although surely not all that could receive this ax) like the 1980's-era F-22 fighter jet (there are 187 of the planes in service, none of which have seen combat yet), and something called the "airborne laser" which should never have gone beyond the manuscript phase of a bad science fiction book. Joe Lieberman's crocodile tears about that system getting chopped is parody. I don't even think Newt - who fancies himself a forward thinker, but is in fact almost clinically detached from reality - could have pleaded for such a nonsensical piece of garbage better. A "laser plane" that can shoot down ballistic missiles? It seems to me, just sitting here in my little study, that we might need to get those planes somewhere near launch sites pretty fast, and there are such things as SAMs (surface-to-air missiles), enemy fighters, and the whole it's-a-long-way-to-Tipperary factor. But, who cares about things like the simple fact we might need to know a few hours in advance that a ballistic missile launch is pending in order to get the planes in place, plus make sure we get more than we actually need in the air so that if any are lost to hostile fire we can still keep those missiles from getting past "boost phase" - if the whole "laser" works (I suspect the whole program was sold using Star Trek reruns, including sound-effects).

I do like the fact that Obama keeps himself above this kind of thing, for the most part, only engaging when things get out of hand, and only so far as to remind people that he, the President, is an adult, and leader of a nation made up, for the most part, of adults. The only non-adults, it seems, are the right-wing folks who think that increasing spending is somehow, in some way, a cut in spending.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Schadefreude Alert

I was going to call this post "Focus On The Family Jewels", but thought that might be in poor taste, all things considered:
A Colorado Springs man who narrates the Bible in Spanish on CDs and works in the Spanish broadcasting department of Focus on the Family appeared in court Monday in Golden on two felony counts of using the Internet to lure a 15-year-old girl for sex, The Denver Post reports.

Juan Alberto Ovalle, 42, was arrested Friday when he drove to Lakewood to meet the girl — who turned out to be an undercover officer — after discussing various sexual acts he wanted to perform with her, the Jefferson County District Attorney’s Office said.
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Ovalle “came to know the Lord at the age of 14,” according to a Web site offering his Spanish Bible narration for sale, and founded Spanish Christian Audio in 2001 to “help Christian organizations with their audio needs.”

After first encountering the officer who was posing as a 15-year-old girl on the Internet last week, Orvalle made “sexually graphic statements in a chat room to a person he believed to be an underage teen,” the district attorney’s office said in a release. When the undercover officer said her mom wouldn’t be home the next day, Orvalle said he was “horny” and made arrangements to come to her house, according to an arrest affidavit

Imagine getting horny for a minor, working for a guy who advocates fathers and sons showering together . . .

I realize this doesn't mean everyone at FoF is a pedophile. But, c'mon, this is nice. One more right-wing pervert off the internets. And people wonder why I monitor my daughters' internet activity so much; they might check out Focus on the Family!

Sheer Will Power

I don't think you can read as much in to these little "protests" as Joshua does, for several reasons. One very important reasons is that, except for the Toles cartoon mentioned, neither of the other two stories call what Will has been doing by its proper name - just making stuff up. Lying, in other words. It would seem that if there was functioning accountability in political commentary, Will would be out on his ass, sending clips around to whatever paper might be interested in hiring him.

Even saying this, however, brings up other reasons why I'm not going to read too much in to two little lines, one in a print story, one on a blog, calling what Will did "misrepresentation". Will's challenged ethics go back nearly a generation, when he first gained national attention. Even as he sat as an op-ed columnist for the Post, he was also serving as debate coach for then candidate Ronald Reagan, without ever revealing the connection. Now, I realize this might not seem to be that big a deal; yet, it does reveal a conflict of interest, or at least full disclosure on Will's part at the time might have been in order.

Now, it has gone beyond merely moonlighting for a Republican candidate without letting his readers know he was doing so. The gross mishandling of scientific data, with the full intent to distort various bits of data to serve narrow, political purposes, has not been challenged forcefully enough. Even the Post's Ombudsman has seemed a bit skittish in calling this kind of thing what it is. Even Somerby's take on Will leaves a bit to be desired:
Will’s two columns about climate change did gain wide circulation. Unfortunately, both columns seemed quite shaky; the second was quite disingenuous. (In responding to criticism, Will omitted the largest errors he had apparently made.) After several weeks, the Post published this excellent bit of rebuttal, an op-ed by science writer Chris Mooney. But Will’s columns appear in hundreds of papers. We’ll assume that Mooney’s did not.

Both Will’s columns seemed under-informed; his second column seemed disingenuous. Post ombudsman Andrew Alexander soon stepped in to opine; his piece was weak and disingenuous too. (Why disingenuous? Because he seemed to understate what he’d said in an earlier e-mail, in which he seemed to support Will’s first column.) Meanwhile, we thought some liberals misstated the problem; they seemed to say that no one has the right to interpret scientific data except the scientists who first presented it. (In this case, those at the University of Illinois’ Arctic Climate Research Center.) Clearly, that just isn’t the case. Clarity itself melted down.

What was the fundamental problem with Will’s columns? Just this: Almost surely, Will doesn’t know enough about the science of climate change to be writing interpretive columns about it. (Neither do we; neither do you.) We’ll assume he believes what he seemed to suggest—that the scientific world has gotten conned by a gang of global warming alarmists. But it seemed that Will himself got conned, by the type of misleading, cherry-picked data the fixers are constantly churning. You can always find a fact or three which seem to suggest the conclusion you like. Almost surely, the Post was unwise to give Will license to rummage around among millions of facts and select those which struck him as most relevant. Simply put, Mooney knows much more science than Will. And unless an editor proceeds which a great deal of care, this topic calls for a specialist.

The last part of the very last sentence is, for all intents and purposes, wrong. It doesn't take a specialist to write about science. It takes someone willing to report science as science to write about science. When approaching an issue as artificially politicized as climate science, the editors should have done the simplest thing in the world - taken an hour or two to check the data Will reported, then taken it back to him and said, "Either change your column, or write on something else." It's really that simple.

Except, Will has pull. He's syndicated. His mug is on ABC every Sunday, looking self-satisfied even as he gets all sorts of things wrong (he has managed in the past to mangle everything from the political philosophy of Edmund Burke to the unfounded allegations that Bill Clinton raped a Miss USA contestant in the back of a limo when he was governor of Arkansas, with impunity) with no repercussions.

In the current political and economic climate, however, the Post can ill-afford to continue their laissez-faire attitude toward Will's blase attitude toward factual matters. It is one thing to defend his right to say whatever he wants. It is quite another thing to say that right includes lying about all sorts of things on the op-ed page of one of the most important newspaper's in the country.

He should have been gone a long time ago. That he isn't shows how broken (a) editorial power is in this country; and (b) how much the simple fact of name-recognition can overcome the fact that a person is a serial liar of near- pathological proportions. One hopes that someone at the Post wises up and realizes that Will's continued presence is a hindrance, not a help, to the reputation of the newspaper.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

The Great Cat Massacre

I was going to reflect on this, or perhaps extend my conversation with Feodor, but after a short back-and-forth "in another place" (as British Parliamentarians refer to the House of Lords), I decided to tell a story I heard from my father, back in 1992 or so.

In 1931, my father's family moved to a three-hundred acre farm in the almost non-existent town of Lockwood (it did have a train station at the time; and a mill!). My father was not quite ten. Like all good farm families, they acquired a number of cats to keep the rat-and-mouse population down to a dull roar. Like all semi-wild animals with no natural predators (this was before traffic up and down Lockwood Run Rd. could deal adequately with the problem), they quickly bred to near-overwhelming proportions.

My grandmother would feed them by cooking two pots of oatmeal, one mixed with bacon grease, etc., for the cats. She would call them to the porch by banging on the pot, and they would scurry up to the porch. I imagine it could be considered slopping the cats.

One day, or perhaps it was the final day that broke this particular camel's back, my grandmother complained about "all the cats". My guess is that it had been a theme of hers for a few days, and while my grandfather had to be a patient soul, I suspect he had reached the breaking point. He loaded his rifle, stuck some extra ammunition in his pockets, took the pot on to the porch and started banging on it. As the clouder approached, he opened fire. My grandfather probably couldn't have missed, at least first.

As the cats scattered and he ran out of ammo, he reloaded, banged the pot, and like Pavlov's Dogs, the cats immediately forgot their fear. Grampa opened up again. My father said he did this until there were only a couple left. He took their carcasses out in to a field.

When he came back in the house, my grandmother told him, "George, I didn't want you to kill them."

There is a sick part of me - and, yes, I do know it's sick, but I can't help it - that laughs whenever I think of this. Even Lisa, who is a far more feeling, sensitive soul than I will ever be, chuckles over this one.

It's Obvious That Obama Hates The Troops, And They Hate Him

Indisputable photographic evidence that the right-wing in America is so full of shit, they squeak going in to a turn:

Yea Vermont!

Keeping their reputation as the coolest state in the nation (take that, California; what other state has a Dead Head as a senior Senator, and a Socialist as a junior Senator?), the Vermont legislature overrode the governor's veto and passed a law recognizing the rights of same-sex couples to marriage.

Go Green Mountain!

Monday, April 06, 2009

A New Take On An Old Fable

Four blind folk are in a room. They are asked to describe what is in front of them. One man says, "A tree". Another, a woman, says, "A snake". On and on. There is a fifth person in the room who declares, "You are all wrong. It is an elephant."

My position is that this fifth person is as blind as the other four, and draws the wrong conclusion. His declaration seems to make sense, but there is really no way to be sure, is there?

Music For Your Monday

Since it's Holy Week, I thought I'd be a tad irreverent - but just a tad. Since the week ends, for us Christians at any rate, with Jesus dying, the cry of abandonment on his lips, I thought I'd start out with XTC's somewhat bitter, slightly angry "Dear God". If you offend easily, you might wish to skip this.



Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus" has always fascinated me; hearing a version by the very reverent Johnny Cash fascinates me even more. There are fewer more authentic American voices than his - maybe Willie Nelson (a good friend) or Bob Dylan - and it adds a different dimension to the song hearing it declaimed by the great man.



Along with Holy Week, we shouldn't forget Passover, should we? I hope not to offend my Jewish cousins in the faith with this raucous retelling of the story of the Angel of Death in what is my favorite song by Metallica, "Creeping Death" (strong language alert). By the way, in my own humble opinion, this was caught at the peak of their career - no one did it better than they did at this point in time:

Saluting The Real Cost Of The Bush Years

The Obama Administration has lifted the ban on photographing real hereos:

This is the return of Air Force Staff Sergeant Phillip Meyers, killed by an IED in Afghanistan. Prayers to his family for strength, to his comrades who lost one of their own, and to all of us who have lost a part of ourselves.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Authenticity And Authority

In pursuit of this particular discussion, I made the observation that standing behind much of the worry over "authority" is the question of "authenticity". Since the Protestant Reformation, many have declared theirs to be the "original faith" of the "Apostolic Church", or at least approaching it far more than other rival claims. This same desire to recover the "original meaning of the text" lies behind the historical critical method of Biblical exegesis. Stripping away the layers to get to the "real text" has absorbed Biblical scholars for generations.

This is a desire not limited to Biblical studies. The debate over "original intent" that seem to engage Constitutional scholars relies upon the unspoken assumption that there would be something more authoritative about finding that "original intent" rather than whatever passes for our current understanding.

Another variation on this theme was heard in the wake of the '06 mid-term elections. Right-wing blabbermouth Sean Hannity could drone endlessly that the American people rejected the Republicans that year because they weren't "real" conservatives. What was marvelous about this particular bit of nonsense was Glenn Greenwald. He did the entire country a service by taking this particular piece of anti-intellectual drivel apart (which isn't really that hard to do). Greenwald's point is so simple as to be easily overlooked. Hannity's argument ignores the fact that what "conservatism" is, is what "conservatism" does. We had conservative governance, in two if not all three branches of the Federal government, for six years at that point, and already the foundations were shaky. The American people judged, quite rightly, that conservative governance was responsible for much of that shakiness, and booted them out.

This same argument - what a group calls itself and what that name really signifies being two different things - was heard by Marxists in the wake of the collapse of the Eastern European Soviet satellite states, and the Soviet Union itself a couple years later. Alas and alack for all those western Marxists who shouted, "Leninism/Stalinism isn't Marxism!", there was a real, honest to goodness Russian Marx scholar, Vladimir Yakovlev, who published a book entitled The Fate of Marxism in Russia that went to great lengths to show that Marxism inexorably leads to tyranny. It isn't that Lenin and Stalin were bad people who misunderstood what they were doing. Despite Marx's desire for a truly moral society (read Cornel West's The Ethical Dimensions of Marxist Thought for details), the practical effects of putting his theory in to practice is . . . totalitarianism, the terrorist state, and impoverishment. Yakovlev makes the remarkable statement that he argued for sloughing off much of Marxist nonsense with the consolidation of power by Leonid Breshnev in the late 1960's, in a long memo. He ended up being "exiled" to the Soviet embassy in Ottawa for decades, his writings banned.

All this is to say that the pursuit of the "really real", whether in Platonic terms, or historical terms based in some quest for authenticity, is itself a kind of contingent human desire that has no basis in reason or fact. It might be nice to understand the Gospel stories as the first hearers and readers understood them, but I have to wonder why one would want to do so. We aren't those original hearers and readers, and pretending we are is as phony as the results of such a search would most likely be.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

On Whose Authority?

Over here, there is a lively discussion on the issue of Biblical authority. I hadn't really paid attention to it, being otherwise occupied this week with memories of family, both good and bad, and work issue, mostly frustrating but finally ended because the week is over. I was sent an ethereal note that my name had been dropped, so I popped in and, after reading the comments up to that point (40), I wrote the following:
Standing behind this issue - what is to become of the Church if we can't read the Bible the way we used to? - is the question of authority. Upon what authority do we rest our conviction that, in Jesus of Nazareth, we have a, perhaps the, unique manifestation of God, God's Will and intention for humanity, the expression of Divine Love and Grace, for all creation? If the Bible is no longer understood as "authoritative" in the sense it was 200, or 500, or 1500 years ago (which it clearly is not, nor should it be), upon what do we rest our insistence that we are followers in an unbroken line that stretches back to Roman Judea and Galilee?

I would suggest a partial way to begin to answer this question as follows: The Bible is authoritative - for all its flaws - first of all because it has been the collective decision of Christians down the ages to affirm that authority. This may seem either empty, or tautological, or both, but in fact it represents our (individual) assent to the (collective) agreement that we Christians, for all our myriad differences, rely upon a certain set of testimonies, not as the foundation of our belief, but as the authoritative guide for why we believe what we do.

The second way to deal with this issue is, I suppose one could say, to sidestep it all together. Having said above that the Bible is a testimony to why we believe what we do, the question becomes, What is that? This is where confession in Jesus of Nazareth as the unique manifestation of God, etc. enters the picture. Now, obviously, there is something circular here - where else but in the Bible do we receive our information on who this Jesus was, what he did, and why we should believe? Yet, the Church has confessed since its earliest days that it exists not because of the Bible, but because of Divine action (think Pentecost, the Holy Spirit). The authority of the Bible, it seems then, rests not on any merits it might hold, but on the Spirit which enlivens the dead words on the page for believers.

The interplay between the individual and the community, between the text and the hearers/readers, the confessions of the ages and our own refusal to stand pat - or our acceptance of the wisdom of the ages (following Newman, in some sense) - is part of the ongoing struggle of defining "church" in each age and generation.

I believe this problem is far more acute for Protestants than for, say Roman Catholics or the Orthodox faiths. Along with Scripture, the latter have tradition, liturgy, and the divinely invested authority of the hierarchy as supplements. Particularly we American Protestants have a problem with authority (not necessarily a bad thing), and I'm not sure there are any a priori answers to the question of "on whose (or what) authority do you claim to believe?"

This is something with which we all struggle, in some way, all the time. For myself, I believe because of the interplay between my own life, the life and history of the community of believers of which I am a part, and the way each informs the other. It is an on-going process. Different texts - historical, Biblical, whatever - inform different times and phases of belief - and while it might seem attractive to incorporate non-traditional, non-Western, non-Christian texts in to one's own personal canon, this is a decision I, for one cannot make. Some can. I cannot. Mine is a wholly pragmatic, contingent decision, resting upon nothing more than my own conclusion. Others may reach different conclusions, and that's OK with me. I do not believe, at this late date, there is any way to arbitrate such differences (see how pragmatism works in my spiritual life?).

Lively discussion ensued, I re-entered the fray once more, but the crux of the issue, for all intents and purposes, still seem to revolve around this question - Why should we trust the Bible? This issue seems bedeviling only if one seriously believes it necessary to give some account of why we believe or trust anything.

I don't.

My first stop along the way is . . . the Bible. In Matthew's gospel, chpater 21, comes the story where the priests ask Jesus on whose authority he says and does the things he says and does. The author presents the story as one in which these priests attempt to trap Jesus; Jesus, understanding the trap being set, turns the tables and asks the priests their opinions on John the Baptist. The priests are suddenly thrown in to a tizzy. They decide by not deciding, and Jesus then says, "Fine. You won't answer. Why should I?"

There are many ways to read this wonderful account, not the least wonderful of them being the fact that Jesus manages to stick a big old finger in the eye of the Establishment.

For our purposes here, I would suggest one possible reading - don't get trapped in to discussions by other people which use their premises from which to begin, toward an answer they are seeking, for their own purposes. It is a rule I attempt to follow at all times.

The entire discussion, at least Feodor's rather long comments, all boil down, in the end, to the question, "But why should we listen to the Bible?" He doesn't like my own answer, which is really of two part. First, why worry about this issue at all? Second, if you are going to worry about it, my own answer is, "Just because."

Why are we "small 'd'" democrats? Feodor insists because people once held certain beliefs as part of a larger moral and philosophical system that showed this was the best way to organize society. I agree this was once true, but isn't anymore. We are democrats because it has shown, through history, to be the worst form of government there is, unless one considers the alternative (to quote Winston Churchill). While in speeches during the Civil Rights movement, many leaders invoked the Bible and various Enlightenment figures from Montesquieu to Jefferson, in the end, it all boiled down to legal issues, defining who is included as Americans and who is not, and a larger understanding of "American" was settled upon.

Feodor wishes to insist that this lines up in some way or another with some grand moral theory or system. If that makes him happy, please indulge. It is certainly better that this is so, and America is a much better place to live because of those laws; we even have a President who could not have been imagined before those laws were passed. Is it necessary to reward ourselves with some kind of transcendental cleverness award, insisting that by passing the 1964 Civil Rights Act and the 1965 Voting Rights Act, our legal system was now in line with some ephemeral thing called The Good? Is it necessary to show this to acknowledge that America is a better place because of these laws?

Is it even necessary to continue to argue, as Feodor insists, the way the people who supported these laws did, invoking long-dead white folk from previous centuries?

Nah. If he wants to, I won't stop him. I think America is a better place - a much better place - because we decided to codify the general consensus that discrimination based upon race is a bad thing. The appeal in the laws was not to philosophical arguments, however, nor to moral systems. The appeal in the laws was to the Constitution of the United States. As far as I'm concerned, that's a legal "just because" argument. One cannot, nor should not, attempt to "get behind" the Constitution of the US and ask, upon what principles do its propositions rest? Why should we? The endless spiral would simply ignore the reality that, for all practical purposes, the Constitution runs the show. We need no more justification than that, nor should we.

The same goes for the whole issue of Biblical authority. At some point, the issue seems to arise - why should we listen to the Bible? The history of the churches is rife with discussions of Biblical authority, especially vehement in the past half-millennium with the rise of the sola scriptura principle of Lutheran Protestantism. As a member of a denomination whose chair has four legs, rather than one (Albert Outler set out what he called "The Wesleyan Quadrilateral" - Scripture, tradition, reason, and experience), the question of "authority" becomes a bit more diffuse, although our Articles of Religion insist on the primacy of Scripture. Why shouldn't it? Setting aside all other considerations, it is the primary source of information on why we are the community we say we are. It is the text against which we set ourselves, and usually find ourselves wanting.

Now, it is common among non-traditional Christians, skeptics, and anti-Christians of various kinds to point out the historical accident that is the Biblical canon. They point with glee at the mundane reality that the Biblical canon developed over time, shaped as much by partisan politics as by anything else. Further books were dropped during the Reformation (what we Protestants call "The Apocrypha" - mostly Greek-text additions to the majority-Hebrew Old Testament), and Luther himself wanted to get rid of both the Epistle of James and the Revelation to John (the last highly surprising, considering Luther's own view of his own time's dispensation).

All I can say is, so what? Some Christians wish to insist there is something magical behind the canon in its final form. What's really surprising is, if one reads those texts rejected as canonical, one should be surprised that the texts chosen, for the most part, are not only better written, but far more uniform, given their variety. There are "Gospels" in which Jesus has a twin; there is the Gospel of Thomas in which a young Jesus kills someone who pisses him off (like Elisha and the bear, no?). The final form of the Biblical texts - and I would add that I fully accept the reality that there was probably some judicious edition at some point to make the various texts line up the way they do in a number of areas - shows a remarkable consistency.

The Bible is authoritative because the Christian Churches in various ways, using various philosophical and theological formulae, have declared it to be so. I, for one, do not adhere to the neo-Platonism of the Church fathers, nor the revised Aristoteleanism of the Scholastics, nor to the various theologies of the Reformation, nor even the kind of semi-Empiricism of Wesley, but I, too, affirm the authority of Scripture because there is nothing else. Why should that be a bad thing to say? Our national laws are based upon the Constitution because there is nothing else.

I fail to understand why this is a big deal. At one point, Feodor insists I do not say why I set aside these previous language games. I thought I had, but I shall be explicit.

I don't think it's necessary to create arguments in the way of Greco-Roman neo-Platonists, or 12th-century Scholastics, or 13th century nominalists, or 18th century Enlightenment figures, or mid-20th century existentialists because I am not any of those things, and the society in which I live isn't Greco-Roman, or even mid-century European. Feodor claims I say we cannot read the Bible as one of these figures. I never said that, although I think that is true (there is so much cultural and linguistic baggage that one carries along when reading that is invisible, even to oneself, that attempting to read the Bible as anything other than who one is would be so artificial as to be nonsensical). If you wish to read the Bible like a 4th century neo-Platonist - go for it. I certainly won't stop you, but I also really wouldn't be interested in the results of such a reading.

The greater task, for any Christian, is to be faithful both to the text, and to ourselves. Even more than reading, living the text in the here and now is always the challenge. The authority of Scripture rests upon no foundation other than "just because" and we live that out every single day. If one wishes to set aside the authority of the Bible, I will not, nor could I stop you, by inventing some grand meta-narrative of Divine intervention, or perhaps with the theological threat of eternal damnation. Alternately, if you wish to worry yourself over the question of authority - knock yourself out.

For myself, I'm just reminded of Jesus being asked about authority, and gleefully setting the question aside because he recognized that the question is almost always posed by someone setting some kind of trap. I've said it before and I will continue to say it - I just don't play that game.

Saturday Rock Show

Unlike other hard rock bands that emerged from LA in the late 1980's. Guns N Roses didn't look slick. They didn't wear spandex. They didn't wear makeup. In fact, they looked as if they didn't bathe or change their clothes all that much. Also unlike most of their peers at the time, their music had a whole lot more merit. All one has to do is listen to Appetite for Destruction and any release by Poison, say, or Enuff 'Znuff, and you will notice the difference immediately. It isn't GREAT MUSIC, to be sure, but it does rock. Sometimes, that's all you need. This is a good song about a horrible subject, "Mr. Brownstone", live at the Ritz during their peak of popularity.

Mixed Day Yesterday

It seems that when I sleep in the early afternoon, and then have a busy evening, I miss stuff.

Our neighboring state, Iowa, managed to do the decent thing yesterday. Courts there ruled that gay marriage should be legal, and so it said in three weeks - it will be. Good for Iowa.

Binghamton, NY is only forty miles east of where I grew up. While not intimately familiar with it, the neighborhood where the shooting took place is a busy intersection I have been through many times, albeit years and even decades ago (I moved from the area for the last time in 1990). Still and all, not only is it horrible this kind of thing happens; it is very scary that it happened in Binghamton of all places.

I promised some folks a post soon. After some coffee and checking one source, I really, really will write it.

Friday, April 03, 2009

If There Weren't A Newt Gingrich, Would We Have To Invent Him?

There is so much I want to say, but really shouldn't have to, other than . . .

Shut up, Newt Gingrich. It's too early in the morning to be slapped that hard by stupid.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Reminiscing

My cousin, Claudia, has a wonderful blog up and running. It has provided my sister and me opportunities to remember stuff from our - very different - childhoods, catch up with a beloved family member, and just generally spend some time remembering all sorts of stuff.

It has been on my mind since my sister first pointed me to this post. My sister said it was "bittersweet", because of the ending. At first, I was so awed by it all - hearing these memories of events I remember differently, and far more vaguely, is a wonderful exercise. Also, I was very, very humbled by the view of the family in which I grew up. That, and the fact that my very cool oldest sister is very much the awesome human being she pretends she's not - well, it's nice to have that reinforced.

But, at the same time, yeah, it is bittersweet. My sister and I were chatting and we both agreed we were very lucky - ours was by and large a very happy home life growing up. Hearing that others looked in and saw . . .something . . . there that a focus on some of the bad parts might miss is a nice reminder that too close a focus on the crap can blind you to other virtues that you might not even realize are there. Our parents, I think, had far more patience than we realized at the time, were far more indulgent than they could really afford to be, or should have been, anyway. I do know that I have a lot of happy memories from growing up. We did a lot of laughing in my house, especially when we had family visit.

Not everyone is so lucky. I hear stories from people I work with, friends of mine from various times in my life, and I think, "How did they live like that?" I think we were, all five of us, incredibly lucky in many ways. This is not to downplay the bad stuff, but just to put it in some kind of overall context. It think the simple fact that the five of us are all still alive, living our very different lives with a certain amount of success is a testimony to the work my parents did raising us.

One more note on all this. Many years ago - it was actually Christmas, 1991 - I was visiting my folks with my woman friend of the time. My parents, my friend and I were sitting in the kitchen talking about thises and thats, and my Mom told me about a surprise visit she had the previous summer from an old friend of another sister of mine. This woman's name, Diane, was actually the first word I ever spoke. That summer, Diane's husband, with whom she had run away and married right after (or even during, I can't remember for sure) high school, had left her and their children for another woman. Diane had lived for years estranged from her family. Mom said during the visit that Diane had told her, my Mom, that she always thought my mother was so great, and she came to see her because that was who she thought of when she needed to "come home" in the wake of all her troubles. My Mom, who I have only ever seen get teary-eyed a couple times in my entire life, was all choked up when she was telling me this.

Ours wasn't a perfect home. Then again, there isn't such a thing, and I have no doubt my daughters will have "issues" when they are older. At the same time, I am inspired by reading Claudia's memories, and thinking about what Mom told me Diane said to her, to be a better father, to provide my kids with the kind of home other people will look upon with wonder, and maybe even a little envy. If I do even half as well as my parents did, I think I'll have done all right.

Getting Off On Talking Tough

There's a whole lot of eliminationist and violent rhetoric out there in right-wing world. I don't know how seriously to take it, to be honest. I mean - do they really think there's all this willingness to take violent action against the government out there? I don't see it, but I'm a crazy liberal who likes Barack Obama.

My own impression is that, for the most part, these are couch-potato warriors. They were all through the Bush years, and now they are just transferring all those bloody wet dreams back home from Iraq. While it is true this kind of rhetoric and these beliefs spurred on Timothy McVeigh, for the most part, these yahoos are so dumb I'm surprised they know how to open their bags of Cheetos without reading an instruction manual. They think reading Tom Clancy and watching Saving Private Ryan qualifies them to know about all sorts of military stuff. I have some news for them - a paint ball gun isn't the same thing as a rifle.

The difference between now and the 1990's should be easy enough for anyone to spot - our country is, in many ways, on the verge of collapse. The vast majority is looking to the federal government for help. While it is very frustrating at times, things are being accomplished. We have just lived through eight years of right-wing world, and with the country, our political and physical and even Constitutional infrastructure in tatters, is ready for balance and moderation (which, being of the lefty persuasion, is not where I'm at even if I recognize the legitimacy of the majority's preference). All those goofballs writing about revolution (typing one handed, of course) are more a source of amusement than anything else. I doubt most of them would do more then shoot themselves somewhere that might at least prevent them from procreating.

Doesn't mean we shouldn't keep an eye on some of them. We should also, if so moved, laugh at them, too.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Music For Your Monday

One of the biggest frustrations for any serious music fan is the continued support - by the music industry if not by fans - of segregation. There is white folks rock, and then there is black folks hip-hop and r&b. If you want a fix of one kind or another, you have to scan the music dial, from "AOR" to "Urban Contemporary" and back again.

Following on this "market segmentation", is the really dumb way the press and industry treats those folk who cross genres. White folk doing rap is big news - the first act Madonna signed to her new label in the mid-1980's was The Beasties Boys; Vanilla Ice was, for a brief moment, considered a serious artist. Black folk doing serious rock, though, is an anomaly, a fluke, maybe even a novelty, the equivalent of such songs as "Purple People Eater". Certainly nothing to be taken seriously. Living Colour? Aren't they cute - the lead singer even dresses like a surfer don't you know and how many black folk surf I mean really?

Bad Brains melded two very obvious music styles, reggae and punk, and came up with a hard, even blistering sound, full of both rage and protest. They received . . . zero air play. Not only because they were different. They were a bunch of black guys doing punk and everyone knows no one wants to hear that! Sadly, most of their audience was white, which only further throws in to relief the ongoing belief that African-Americans aren't rockers. Here they are in Reading, England doing their song "Rise Up".



Another group that followed Bad Brains in melding reggae and dub with hard core, introduced to me by my friend Jim Bush-Resko, is Fishbone. First, here they are doing a cover of the Curtis Mayfield song, "Freddie's Dead":



Here they are just plain rocking out in Essen, Germany in 1993 with their song, "Swim". That riff sounds straight out of Metallica, doesn't it?



One of the saddest chapters in the history of the music industry was the treatment by their label of the hardcore band Body Count. Founded by rapper Ice-T as an outlet for his love of heavy metal and punk, they produced a song entitled "Cop Killer" that was highlighted by former US Vice President Dan Quayle. In the ensuing controversy, Body Count's label pulled the song from future pressings, and it is almost impossible to find anymore. They persevered, however, and Body Count still records and tours, in between Ice-T's growing acting career, including a role as a . . . police officer! This song is "There Goes The Neighborhood" - a direct assault on the very phenomenon I am writing about here.

Justice?

One hopes. Gen. Tommy Franks called Feith "the stupidest fucking guy" in the world. I do so hope that he lives up to his moniker and just talks and talks and talks.

Of course, getting Feith would be nice. Cheney, though, and Bush and Rumsfeld - maybe they should just keep Spain off their travel list for a while.

So Much For Which To Repent

I have repeatedly been told by one right-winger that the United States did not torture during the Bush years. Despite abundant testimony and evidence to the contrary. Despite lively discussions on the topic. Despite a memo from the White House's top lawyer at the time, consigliore Alberto Gonzalez, that redefined torture in such a way as to make it disappear. Dan Froomkin, who blogs at The Washington Post, summarizes an article in the Sunday edition of that paper that went a long way toward shredding Bush Administration rationale for the practice of what it called "enhanced interrogation methods and techniques" - which is a horrifying euphemism for torture.
Finn and Warrick reported that "not a single significant plot was foiled" as a result of Zubaida's brutal treatment -- and that, quite to the contrary, his false confessions "triggered a series of alerts and sent hundreds of CIA and FBI investigators scurrying in pursuit of phantoms."

Zubaida was the first detainee to be tortured at the direct instruction of the White House. Then he was President George W. Bush's Exhibit A in defense of the "enhanced interrogation" procedures that constituted torture. And he continues to be held up as a justification for torture by its most ardent defenders.

But as author Ron Suskind reported almost three years ago -- and as The Post now confirms -- almost all the key assertions the Bush administration made about Zubaida were wrong.

Consider the content of those three little paragraphs. First, the essential facts were first revealed three years ago, but are only now real because they have been reported in the Post. Second, obviously, the Bush Administration lied, in multiple ways. Third, torture was counterproductive. What are some of the specifics behind that euphemism?
Just two weeks ago, in a New York Review of Books article based on a confidential report from the International Committee of the Red Cross, Mark Danner described the techniques used on Zubaida in harrowing detail.

Here is what Zubaida told the ICRC, via Danner: "'I was taken out of my cell and one of the interrogators wrapped a towel around my neck; they then used it to swing me around and smash me repeatedly against the hard walls of the room.'

"The prisoner was then put in a coffin-like black box, about 4 feet by 3 feet and 6 feet high, 'for what I think was about one and a half to two hours.' He added: The box was totally black on the inside as well as the outside.... They put a cloth or cover over the outside of the box to cut out the light and restrict my air supply. It was difficult to breathe. When I was let out of the box I saw that one of the walls of the room had been covered with plywood sheeting. From now on it was against this wall that I was then smashed with the towel around my neck. I think that the plywood was put there to provide some absorption of the impact of my body. The interrogators realized that smashing me against the hard wall would probably quickly result in physical injury.'"

It goes on and on. Waterboarding -- and Zubaida is one of three detainees known to have been subjected to that notorious torture technique -- was only a part of it.

One part of Froomkin's piece that needs to burned in to the brains of the American people is the following:
Last April, ABC News reported that starting right after his capture, top Bush aides including Vice President Dick Cheney micromanaged his interrogation from the White House basement. "The high-level discussions about these 'enhanced interrogation techniques' were so detailed," ABC's sources said, "some of the interrogation sessions were almost choreographed -- down to the number of times CIA agents could use a specific tactic." Bush has acknowledged he was aware of those meetings at the time.

These people not only knew about it. They directed it. From beginning to end.

If this doesn't make you angry, you have no soul.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Love And Life

Following on this post from ER on the Holy Spirit, I was amazed at the near-synchronicity of listening to the Ray LaMontagne song "Empty". It contains the following lyrics:
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
There's a lot of ways to die
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
There's a lot of things I don't understand
Why so many people lie
Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you

The entire song is about regret, specifically the regret that results from not having leaped at a chance at real love - for whatever reasons - and now living in the shadow of that lost chance, being reminded all the time of what could have been ("If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips/I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me/Lay your blouse across the chair/Let fall the flowers from your hair/And kiss me with that country mouth so plain/Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves/To me it sounds like they're applauding us/The quiet love we make").

Life without love is not really life. We Christians affirm that real love - not the stupid and beaten-down discussions about the differences between the ancient Greek words for love, but the reality of human bonding that exist in so many different forms in our world - comes from God. Sex can be explained away as part of our simply being human beings with the urge to procreate. But love? More than chemistry. More than habit. It's strange and has no explanation. Whether the love of a parent for a child, the love of a friend for another friend, or two people who share so much of themselves they become one in their twoness. It makes no sense.

Yet it is so real, we can die without it. Our lives can become empty. If the Holy Spirit is life - as we Christians affirm - then this Life is nothing more or less than the quickening power of Divine Love. Each moment we are held up by a love so powerful it defies human understanding, the love that accompanied those words, "Let there be . . ."

When I hear fundies chatter about "hell", I wonder if they really have any idea that hell exists in a form with which all of us have some familiarity - the loss of love. It isn't sitting around in hot coals being poked by characters out of a Science Fiction movie. It's the utter and complete lack of love. That is at the heart of the cry of abandonment from the cross - the sudden realization that where there was once love, now there is . . . nothingness.

If being a Christian means anything at all, it means we have to live as if we know this love is a very real thing. We have to show this love to the whole world. We have to offer to a world that lives with this nothingness at its heart something to fill that void, that vacuum. In big and small ways, that is Christian mission and ministry. It isn't answering questions, or getting our words and phrases right. It's about loving the world, without having to offern any explanation as to what that love is, or even why it should be done. Without love, there is no life, so what choice do we have?

Saturday Rock Show

Usually labeled "progressive metal", the Swedish band Pain of Salvation really isn't classifiable. One of their releases, Scarsick is a hardcore, rage-filled, but also quite humorous rant against George Bush's America. I wouldn't be sure what to call them. The genesis of this song is as follows:
Before the release of "BE", Pain of Salvation had "God's Answering Machine" on their website. You could call in and leave a message to "God", whatever that word meant for you. This song is a collection of 20-30 of the most emotional and deep messages left on that machine.

Maybe not "deep", but certainly most interesting. Listen carefully, because some are heart-breaking, some are pointed, a couple are quite funny, and one is in Japanese!



If you could call God and leave him a message on the Divine answering machine, what would it be?

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Some Questions For Feodor

I intimated below that music is important to me (you may have guessed that already). It is the art form I am most familiar with, playing a couple different instruments and singing. I part-time as a mobile disc jockey (weddings, etc.). I own near to 500 CDs and am running out of room where to keep them. My interests range from the sublime (Mozart, Schubert, Coltrane, Yes) to the insanely unclassifiable (The Mars Volta, Pain of Salvation, Stravinsky). My first question is a general one - what is the place, if any, of music in your life? What do you listen to while reading, say, or doing something quiet? Is Miles Davis or Debussy more conducive to a romantic evening? Some early morning fare for me range from Pat Metheny through Vangelis to Ravi Shankar.

I am asking as a way to get to know more about you, if at all.

My second question I ask because I seriously respect your opinion, even when we differ. The following song our little "praise band" will be performing as the introit, I suppose one could call it, to Easter Sunday service. I will be playing acoustic guitar and singing lead (lyrics will be below). Discounting genre, should that be something that doesn't appeal to you, I would like to know what you think. Lisa is actually using that theme - "Let The Day Begin" - throughout not just this service but the entire Easter season. Myself, the whole litany of persons are a list of "the world" that God so loved - from new born babies to dreamers in bars to the scorned and forgotten to the successful. But, I'm a crazy liberal so what do I know?

Here's to the babies in a brand new world
Here's to the beauty of the stars
Here's to the travellers on the open road
Here's to the dreamers in the bars

Here's to the teachers in the crowded rooms
Here's to the workers in the fields
Here's to the preachers of the sacred words
Here's to the drivers at the wheel

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin

Here's to the winners of the human race
Here's to the losers in the game
Here's to the soldiers of the bitter war
Here's to the wall that bears their names

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day start

Here's to the doctors and their healing work
Here's to the loved ones in their care
Here's to the strangers on the streets tonight
Here's to the lonely everywhere

Here's to the wisdom from the mouths of babes
Here's to the lions in the cage
Here's to the struggles of the silent war
Here's to the closing of the age.

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin

Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Let the day begin
Here's to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin, let the day begin, let the day start

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Some Points In An Argument, Part II

Pressed for time today. It seems with the kids on Spring Break, my routine is thrown all out of whack!

Philosophy is the disciplined, intellectual pursuit of understanding. Its most basic question, not coincidentally, is also what could be considered a religious one - Why is there something rather than nothing? The earliest westerners to earn the posthumous label "philosopher" attempted to address this question, and their scraps and fragments, and the reminiscences and summaries of later chroniclers still survive.

Philosophy has survived in the west through many permutations. For a very long period - from the rise of Christianity through the early modern period - it was indistinguishable from theology. Their concerns were intertwined. The great minds of metaphysics and ethics, logic and knowledge, were also churchmen.

In the early modern and modern era, there was a definite break, as it was thought possible to pursue questions of knowledge and social order without reference to God.

Like all human intellectual and artistic pursuits, whether they are science or literature, poetry or architecture, philosophy exists at any given time as a captive of the zeitgeist within which its practitioners live and breathe. "Philosophy" never exists apart from the particular men (and a few women) who philosophize. The questions they ask are usually thought, at the time, to address the most basic questions humans then living can ask.

Considering, then, philosophy as nothing more or less than a contingent human intellectual affair, reflecting certain criteria thought to be "philosophical" without any general definition of what that might entail, a question arises. As all the various human pursuits mentioned above grow and change, some even dying out (who writes epistolary novels anymore?), I have to wonder about the habit in philosophy of considering such disparate individuals as, say Aristotle and Kant, Ockham and Derrida, Parmenides and Heidegger, or Descartes and Quine, as discussion partners, contemporaneous with one another? Why is it that is considered perfectly sound and even intellectually acceptable to peruse a 12th, 16th, or even 19th century philosopher for clues to our contemporary condition when to do so, for example, in physics or biology would hardly be thought worthy of intellectual consideration?

It is for this reason that I approach the history of western thought historically. That is to say, Abelard, Duns Scotus, Montesquieu, and Whitehead (to name just a few) are important as markers in a tradition, to be sure. But markers are all they are. They give us a snapshot of questions and proffered possible responses to those questions at any given time, while not necessarily offering anything substantive to our current dilemmas. As any cursory reading of Rorty, say, or Cornell West, or Charles Taylor (a Hegel scholar of exacting proportions) will show, while some thinkers from different times and places are offered as giving insight (for Rorty is it Nietzsche and Heidegger, although his contemporaries Thomas Kuhn and Donald Davidson are among his biggest discussion partners; for West it is the socialist tradition, as well as the African-American tradition stemming from W.E.B. DuBois as well as the Frankfurt School; for Taylor, Hegel is the beginning, but so are others who wrestle with our current dilemma of identity, and how that is reflected in social organization), they also are quie clear they are addressing the here and now, the krisis offered by the collapse of western metaphysics and the possibility for a post-Enlightenment humanism, secular, prophetic, or Catholic (Rorty, West, Taylor) that addresses our conundrum in our own dialect.

Were we to ask a question about the luminiferous ether, say, as a serious proposal in physics; if we were to offer the perspective of proponents on the various humours as they impact human health; if we considered the relative proportions of the heavenly spheres in astronomy - we would be thought anti-intellectual in the extreme, and rightly so. Yet, philosophers who believe it possible to adduce a possible solution to certain contemporary questions from the writings of someone writing hundreds of years ago in a different language, social and cultural context, and addressing wholly different questions with a whole different set of assumptions lying behind his writing is thought to be not just legitimate, but occasionally profound.

I guess I'm just anti-intellectual because I think there is something fundamentally wrong with this entire approach.

Ask Obama A Question

You can submit a question to the President here. The on-line Q&A will be Thursday morning.


Here's mine. You can vote for it, as the President will likely be answering only those questions supported by the most people:
What resources will your Administration commit to enforcing an enacted EFCA, allowing for organizing in anti-union industries and even whole areas of the country?

On The Press Conference

The reviews are in, and the press didn't fare so well. While there might be many instances of incompetence I could cite, I think Chuck Todd's question, thoroughly taken apart by Matt Yglesias stands head and shoulders above the rest.
Todd: Some have compared this financial crisis to a war and in times of war past Presidents have called for some form of sacrifice. Some of your programs whether main street or Wall Street have actually cushioned the blow for those that were irresponsible during this economic period of prosperity, supposed prosperity that you were talking about. Why, given this new era of responsibility that you're asking for why haven't you asked for something specific that the public should be sacrificing to participate in this economic recovery?

Let's start with that first sentence. "Some"? Who is this "some"? Why do you cite this anonymous group saying something that is erroneous, Chuck? Is it possible you don't know the difference between, say, a war and an economic downturn? If you do, then the question displays a remarkable amount of intellectual dishonesty. If you don't, you might want to go back and do some studying before you try to ask a question. Just framing the issue in this way - it's like we're at war, only we're not, so people who are suffering have to give up more so they can have more, or something - betrays a lack of any serious thought. Todd was being . . . OK, I'll just say it. Todd was being stupid.

One revealing confession was made by Andrew Malcolm, as reported by Media Matters for America.
Tuesday morning The Ticket examined the White House's current political strategy and asked the question who would show up at Barack Obama's second nationally-televised news conference that evening: the president or the senator?

The answer: Neither.

Professor Barack Obama showed up.

And if you remember one of those required college lecture courses in the large auditorium at 8:10 a.m. listening to a droning don, and how it felt, slumped in the cushy seats having skipped breakfast for an extra 13 minutes of ZZZZ.

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this news conference seemed anticlimatic. (See video below.) At times the president appeared to be mailing in his delivery.

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The result for anyone who stayed for the entire presentation was another lengthy, somber less-than-animated sales pitch for the need to spend trillions to jump-start the economy...

He can't even summon up the energy to follow along - it's all a boring early-morning college lecture, rather droll, don't you know.

We are a nation in a time of economic crisis, with a President who refuses to be stupid, do stupid, or treat the American people as if they are either stupid or need to be coddled. He speaks at length on substantive issues. He speaks knowledgeably about substantive issues. And one reporter, who was formerly a shill for Laura Bush, can't even sum up the energy to pay attention because it is so dull. Sounds like professional fail to me, but what do I know?

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Some Points In An Argument, Part I (UPDATE)

This is part of an argument - hopefully respectful - I am attempting to have with Feodor. Time constraints limit me to only making a general sketch of my points, in hopes that clarification may come in comments. If you aren't interested, so sorry, but I consider this important enough to address at a bit of length and on its own.

Over here, I wanted to make clear what my philosophical position was, after having been tagged an "empiricist". Feodor's retort, which I blithely but unfairly, made sport of, was that there is little difference among various schools of thought that cannot be traced back to certain common sources (in this case, to the contract theory of Hobbes). In what follows, I wish to make my position vis-a-vis this particular assertion clear, without belittling contrary points of view. That is to say, I will attempt to make my own position clear without assuming it is "the right one to have", whatever that may mean.

Let me begin by saying that the labels attached to various schools of philosophical thought tend to be attached afterward, although this is not always the case. The term "realist", for examples, has been applied to those whose thought, in some general way, follows on the tradition from Aristotle as filtered through his Arab and Roman Catholic interpreters, especially St. Thomas. There is a robust modern realist philosophy, complete with their own journal (The Review of Metaphysics). The problem, of course, is that not every contemporary realist would consider him or herself a devotee of either Aristotle or St. Thomas, nor would every thinker who follows one or the other - or perhaps a student of one of Aristotle's Arab commentators - would consider him or herself "a realist". A good example would be Alistair MacIntyre, whose After Virtue and Whose Justice? Which Rationality? are attempts to recapture Aristotelian ethics as the best way to do ethics in the contemporary world. MacIntyre's work is especially interesting considering part of his argument for the efficacy of an Aristotelian approach to ethics is very post-modern, viz., that much of the steam of the Enlightenment project has long since vanished (MacIntyre, himself a long-time commentator on Hume, does have a bit of expertise on this matter), and is even counter-productive considering among the legacies of the Enlightenment are the Terror and the Holocaust, not to mention the multiple inhumanities of various Marxist states.

Since there is something a bit anachronistic about the use of labels, as well as misleading due to the ways various thinkers assign them to themselves and others, it is always a risky business to engage in the equivalent of name-calling. At the same time, there are good reasons why such labels have been attached to various philosophers in the past. By grouping people as disparate as, say, Descartes and Berkeley on the one hand and Hume and Smith on the other in different schools (rationalist and empiricist, respectively), and creating a demarcation between the thought of Immanuel Kant and those who came after (usually in a line starting with Fichte, moving through Schelling, then finally to Hegel) is a good way to organize, ex post facto, the way human thought changes. In these two ways, we have a way to start taking what various thinkers have to say seriously, by linking common traits and habits and assumptions on the one hand, and in rough historical terms.

There is a link between these two that I would like to amplify. Philosophical schools are not only linked by common concerns, assumptions, and even methods. They also tend to be linked in time. The rationalists tend to be lumped, in general, chronologically starting with Descartes. The empiricists usually count John Locke, then move through various British and Scottish thinkers. There are, obviously by the name, Hegelians and Marxists - the latter still cluttering up various university departments - and even the occasional positivist (Ernst Mach is often thought of as the first, with Rudolf Carnap being the most well-known and most tedious example of the genre). Each had a heyday of sorts, or at least a period when others of like concern could argue amongst themselves without a whole lot of recourse to explanation as to assumptions, methods, etc. Yet, as time has passed, so has the period in which these various schools were ascendant. Even though there are Thomists who use the label quite self-consciously, I would find it difficult to conceive of a "pure" Thomist for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is there is much in St. Thomas that is "dodgy", to use a favorite British term I like.

British empiricism, running roughly from the late-17th through the late-18th centuries, concerned itself with certain questions considered fundamental to the early-modern project - how is it we human beings can say we "know" something? Of what would such "knowledge", properly understood, consist? What is the proper organizing of human society in order that justice, as a commonly understood predicate of human society, can reign? Their starting point was pretty simple - what human beings "know" the acquire through their senses, primarily sight. Thus, only "empirical knowledge" (which Kant changed to "experience") owns the name in any way that is defensible. There are no "innate ideas", nor are there "clear and distinct ideas", as any skeptical critique demonstrates. Of course, Hume took such skepticism a bit further, applying it to empiricism itself, showing that even "empirical knowledge" gained through the senses hardly warrants the basis of a theory of knowledge.

A pragmatist, by contrast, thinks this entire project silly. The questions asked by empiricists are not questions that are either interesting or particularly fruitful. Part of the reason for this attitude is the passage of time. Locke, Hume, Smith did not have the historical experience of the French Revolution and the ensuing Bonapartist counter-revolution. They did not have the intellectual legacy of Darwin and Mendel, of Freud and Nietzsche, of two world wars, of Einstein and Heisenberg. These historical facts and intellectual revolutions mean something for a pragmatist. Of what possible use is it to think that philosophy can pronounce judgment on "the Truth" as a philosophical concept, transcendent of time and space, in an age that recognizes the contingency of human agency? Of what possible benefit is there in insisting that "our" understanding of the good society is a glimpse of The Good as a transcendental, other than to congratulate ourselves on our cleverness, profundity, and insight? Does such a claim clinch an argument? Is it even possible to defend?

The big difference, then, between empiricism as a philosophical school and pragmatism as an ongoing project, then, is one not so much of "overcoming" the problems of the past, as it is recognizing them for what they really are - historical contingencies rather than glimpses of the Eternal entering time - and setting them aside. This does not mean there aren't important and interesting things for philosophy to do, or important questions still to be asked. The difference, however, is the insistence that philosophy needs to rid itself of the conceit that it sits in the place of Plato's philosopher-kings, a tribunal of last resort judging among various human intellectual and political and juridical pursuits, and proclaiming them either correct or not. It is the temptation to believe it necessary to ask questions, and seek answers, in such a way that the end result is something "beyond language" or even "beyond thought". The True. The Good. Even, The Beautiful.

If there is, indeed, something "behind" a sentence that makes it not just true, but "True", yet what "that" is cannot of its very nature be expressed, what possible good is done by making such a claim? If some form of social organization is not only just, but Just, yet what that is cannot be spelled out in words, has anything of value or insight been said?

The questions an 18th century British empiricist would still consider of vital importance, a 21st century American pragmatist shrugs his or her shoulders at, sets them to one side, and asks a completely different set of questions. Precisely because we do not live in 18th century Great Britain, but in the early years of the 21st century in America.

As for the road analogy - a 21st century road follows an 18th century road - I would counter that this is just factually inaccurate. Leaving north out of my hometown of Waverly, NY is New York Route 34, which begins in my humble village of origin, and winds up in Syracuse, after traversing through Ithaca and other scenic and not-so-scenic places. Along the way, about five miles north of Waverly, to the east about one hundred yards, is a parallel road, names "Old Route 34". At one time, Route 34 took a very different path, at least through this particular stretch of land, having been moved west ever so slightly, for reasons whether of smoothing the ride, engineering or whatnot. While the difference may seem trivial, it was certainly necessary enough to build an entirely new stretch of road slightly to the west of the original.

Similarly, New York Route 17, which stretches from New York City, travels up through the Catskills and across the southern tier of New York all the way past Jamestown, ending just to the west of Erie, PA, was superseded during the late 1960's and early 1970's by a four-lane highway of the same name. Opened early due to lack of funds to continue the project (as well as the pressure put on local communities due to the Watkins Glen Music Festival in 1971, forcing the highway to become a large parking lot from Bath to Binghamton), the four-lane, limited access highway became a suburban thoroughfare through the communities of Horseheads and Corning. For years, one had to go right through downtown Corning. Until, that is, in the 1980's, funds were assigned to build a by-pass. Similarly, one no longer has to stop at traffic lights in Horseheads, as a similar by-pass has been constructed so traffic can flow without the inconvenience of having to stop and start (as well as ridding the world of the speed trap on west bound Route 17 as one comes in to Horseheads and is forced, on an almost 90-degree blind curve to slow to 40 mph). In other words, over time, better ways of building roads are discovered that don't follow the old paths.

UPADTE: I realize this post is already too long and much too dull, but I just wanted to put up a quote from Richard Rorty that makes my point far better than I have been able to do. This is from pp.xxxviii-xxxix of the Introduction to The Consequences of Pragmatism:
The question of whether the pragmatist is right to be so sanguine [i.e., hopeful that the prospect of a post-Philosophical culture will be better than the previous] is the question of whether a culture is imaginable, or desirable, in which no one- or at least no intellectual - believes that we have, deep down inside us, a criterion for telling whether we are in touch with reality or not, when we are in the Truth. This would be a culture in which neither the priests nor the physicists nor the poets nor the Party were thought of as more "rational," more more "scientific" or "deeper" than one another. No particular portion of culture would be singled out as exemplifying (or signally failing to exemplify) the condition to which the rest aspired. There would be no sense that, beyond the current intra-disciplinary criteria, which, for example, good priests or good physicists obeyed, there were other, transdisciplinary, transcultural, ahistorical criteria, which they also obeyed. There would still be hero-worship in such a culture, but it would not be worship of heroes as children of the gods, as marked off from the rest of mankind by closeness to the immortal. It would simply be admiration of exceptional men and women who were very good at doing the quite diverse kinds of things they did. Such people would not be those who knew a Secret, who had won through to the Truth, but simply people who were good at being human.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Music For Your Monday

After Saturday's post on Frank Marino and Mahogany Rush, I got thinking about how much I love good electric guitar work. Not simple shredding - although that can be fun. Good guitar work, for me, is about more than technical prowess. It's about using tone and effects, constructing not just catchy hooks and chords, but building upon these basics to create a total effect. The total, in other words, is greater than sum of all the parts. It requires more than being able to move your four fingers really fast all around the fret-board. A guitarist should know something about the electronics of his instruments and how they contribute to the effect he is trying to make. He should know about building emotion through switching tones, changing the pallet of sound. He should also, I think, Have a certain clarity of sounds - I really am no fan of the kind of heavily distorted sound one hears on some overamplified Gibson guitars. Notes and effect get lost in the barrage of sheer sound.

Eric Johnson has been criticized for being far too much of a perfectionist. A friend of mine saw him in the G3 concert series, and said he spent almost five minutes between two songs tuning, saying nothing to the audience during the process. Yet, he manages to create multiple tones from his guitar in a single song. In this, one of my favorite songs from his debut solo recording (coincidentally named Tones), you can hear what I mean. This is "Bristol Shore":



There is probably no guitarist today who knows his instrument, and what he can do with it, to it, on it, and through it more than Joe Satriani. While certainly a shredder extraordinaire, he also constructs beautiful pieces of music that do more than showcase his technical abilities, but use those abilities for the purposes of the song. I am still saddened by the fact I lost my copy of Flying In A Blue Dream in one of my many moves over the years. There any number of cuts from that recording that make my point, but the title track, especially in its live version, show that he even has the ability to use feedback in a way no one since Jimi Hendrix has managed to do - make what is essentially a warning of electrical overload, in to something musical. Even with the volume, his tone is clear, there is nothing muddy - he manages to make this more than just a conglomeration of notes and sounds, turning it into a song.



I must admit a weak spot for the kind of guitar sound one heard in mid- to late-1970's music. Part of that, of course, is this was the music to which I was first exposed. Yet, I find it hard to imagine anyone arguing that, just at the level of pure sound, there is something not beautiful about the way guitars were amplified, in such a way as to cut through the mass of sound, and deliver what they were supposed to deliver - something emotive. I have always like Peter Frampton's guitar sound on his Comes Alive album, and my remastered CD brings this out even better than any vinyl recording of it I've heard. One of the best cuts is the lovely "Lines On My Face", again using multiple tone textures and even something as simple as altering volume to create a change in emotive quality. With the limits on technology, apparent especially now, it is really quite amazing what he could accomplish.



I need ideas for next week. Echo and the Bunnymen, maybe? Depeche Mode? Something different, to be sure.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Why Is Charles Murray On The Op-Ed Pages Of The Post?

The only answer to this question must be that pool of available right-wing, racist pseudo-scholars is very, very small.

Reading this - even the headline - was an exercise in discipline for me.

I suppose I could spend a whole lot of time showing that Murray either doesn't know that history might make all the difference in the world between European countries and the United States, or doesn't believe it is true. After all, this is a guy who wrote an entire book on the importance of IQ, which no serious researcher in neuroscience considers worthy of a second glance (and even his book, The Bell Curve, was deeply flawed research on any number of levels), so it might just be that he blithely types away, thinking he's saying something important when in reality he is just being really stupid.

I could do all that, or I could just say . . . Bwahahahahahahahaha!

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