February 20, 2015

Obama the Visitor

Interesting Jonah Goldberg newsletter email:
So the question of the moment is whether Rudy Giuliani should be flayed or simply drawn-and-quartered for saying that Obama doesn’t love America. Naturally, this has led to Giuliani being called a racist, because the best working definition of racism in America today is any criticism of Obama that stings.

Kevin Williamson runs through the highlights of what is, by now, a pretty old argument. My own view isn’t so much that Giuliani is right, but that he’s not exactly wrong either.

Look, it was like a week ago that we were talking about Obama’s inability to criticize the Islamic State without first going out of his way to flagellate the West and America over the Crusades, the Inquisition, slavery, and Jim Crow. Is it really so crazy to think a guy who feels compelled to warn his own countrymen not to get on their “high horse” about child rapists and slavers (who are also beheading and/or immolating and/or burying alive Americans, Christians, Yazidis, and fellow Muslims) might subscribe to an, um, unconventional form of patriotism?...

More than any other president, Obama was raised with a detachedly critical view of America. He grew up abroad and in Hawaii, which is as close as you can get to growing-up abroad and still be in the United States. (Sorry, I love Hawaii, but it’s true.) At school he hung out mostly with the foreign-exchange students from Pakistan. “For years when Barack was around them, he seemed to share their attitudes as sophisticated outsiders who looked at politics from an international perspective,” David Maraniss writes in his biography of Obama. “He was one of them, in that sense.”

Byron York writes in his piece on the Maraniss book:
But Obama was ambitious. Appalled by the “dirty deeds” of “Reagan and his minions” (as he wrote in “Dreams from My Father”), Obama became increasingly interested in, as Maraniss writes, “gaining power in order to change things.” He couldn't do that as an international guy hanging around with his Pakistani friends; he needed to become an American.
So he did. One of those Pakistani friends, Beenu Mahmood, saw a major change in Obama. Mahmood calls Obama “the most deliberate person I ever met in terms of constructing his own identity,” according to Maraniss. The time after college, Mahmood says, “was an important period for him, first the shift from not international but American, number one, and then not white, but black.”
Mahmood, Maraniss writes, “could see Obama slowly but carefully distancing himself as a necessary step in establishing his political identity as an American.”
His early political years involved similar strategic positioning, from joining Jeremiah Wright’s Church to (according to David Axelrod) lying about his opposition to gay marriage. And it paid off. And when he finally burst on the national scene, he could use his detachment to his advantage. Indeed, his whole approach to politics has been, “People of Earth, stop your bickering. I’m Barack Obama and I’m here to help.” The slogan “we are the ones we’ve been waiting for” implies the building-up of a seething desire to make this country different than it is and throw off the dead weight of the past. Whenever he talks unapologetically about patriotism, it is invariably in the context of trying to get the country to rally around some new government endeavor (and, more importantly, himself).


But that’s nothing new. Patriotism for progressives has always been deeply bound up in the role of government and the cause of reform. That’s fine, to a certain extent. But underlying it is the assumption that America as it exists is a problem that needs to be fixed, if not “fundamentally transformed.” And, let’s be honest about it, there were times when progressives had the better part of the argument. But, culturally and psychologically, what endures is the pious progressive conviction that the government is better than the people it serves, at least when the right people are running it -- and that the job of progressives is to bring the bitter clingers up to the government’s ideals, as best they can.


Simply put, there’s a tension between the desire to change something and loving something for what it is. As I’ve said many times, if you desire something solely for your ability to have your way with it, that is not love; it’s lust.

And for generations, American reformers have argued that there’s nothing wrong with America that being more like Europe wouldn’t fix. Countless leading liberals hate -- and I mean hate -- the suggestion that America is the best country in the world. Just two weeks ago, I think, I linked to this progressive mind-porn from the opening scene of HBO’s The Newsroom. Stephen Colbert’s whole shtick for the last nine years has been to mock people who love this country too much. Indeed, for eight years under Bush we heard that “dissent is the highest form of patriotism” -- a profoundly stupid and self-serving bumper sticker of a notion. It’s a very strange understanding of love -- and that’s all patriotism is; love of country -- that its greatest expression is biting criticism, regardless of merit. For eight years, every calumny and slander imaginable was hurled at Bush and the United States, and whenever anyone pushed back on it, we were told that it was patriotic. We just love our country! Dissent is the highest form of patriotism!

How would that work in a marriage?
Wife: How do you like my new blouse?
Husband: It makes you look like a fat filthy whore.
Wife: Now I know you love me!
Husband: Shut up, tramp. You tipped off the Jews about 9/11. You were in on it.
Since president Obama became president, dissent is no longer the highest form of patriotism at all. It’s often simply racist now. Indeed, dissent from Obama and his agenda has arguably become the thing that liberals hate most about America these days. I should also note that since Obama was elected president he’s shown a fondness for apologizing for America and citing himself as proof that America is on the mend. This, too, doesn’t strike me as an obvious display of uncomplicated love. “I’m sorry for my wife, she was raised by carnies. But, you have to admit, it speaks well of her that I saw fit to marry her.”

February 18, 2015

Happy Annual Half-Meal Parse Day!

Yes it's time for that extravaganza known as a "fast" day.  A fast it's offically termed despite the very gentle discipline the Church imposes. But I've personally never minded the gentle touch.

The trick is to make it significant enough to get our attention, that is, to focus on what (Who!) really matters. And yet not to make it so significant that it affects our work due to fatigue, low blood sugar, bad attitude, fainting spells, emergency room visits....

The Church prescribes two smaller meals in addition to a "normal" meal.  I've heard these mysterious non-normal events as being everything from a "snack" to "half-meal" to "one-brick-shy-of-a-full-meal".

A further complicating factor is energy expenditure.  If I shovel snow this morning, as I did, do I get more calories in my snack-half/meal-one-brick-shy meal?

And yet another factor is ye olde "compared to what".   One man's half-meal is another's full meal.

Generally, I find if I merely cut my normal meal in half that really doesn't bite (pardon the pun) into my appetite enough to trigger a proper ascetic response.* I find it needs to be approximately 41-42% of a normal meal.  I look forward to further studies related to this issue.

And, as always, your mileage may vary, past performance doesn't guarrantee future results, do not remove under penalty of law, etc...

* - proof positive is that I have the energy to write this post.

A Lenten Thought

An artist interviewed by Elizabeth ("Betty") Duffy is especially apropos today:
Under the council of the eye, who am I? I founder in the dust looking for signs of heaven and Eden growing like microscopic crystal orbs and fountains and gem trees. Even when I find them, and I do – I have seen amazing things, but it doesn’t close the gap between Him and me. My heart is still broken by the hunger. The thousands of deaths and resurrections I must undergo following the path of His blood. The only open door is the tomb. But I can see what He does with death. Death is a sweet thing, and I rejoice that my sin qualifies me for death, because my death qualifies me for the blood and for life with Him and for more hunger. I assume that I will be satisfied someday, but not until I am lying at His feet, my work being done.

February 17, 2015

Interesting View of Shroud of Turin

Art historian's comments below remind me of how Our Lady of Guadlupe was painted by God: 

Link here:
For his part, Casper has studied devotional manuals, sermons, and other printed texts that focus on the shroud from the 1500s and 1600s, the period of the 14-foot linen sheet’s most heightened and unprecedented devotional enthusiasm.
According to Casper, no one at that time thought of the shroud as a painting per se. “They didn’t regard it the same way they did Michelangelo’s painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, for example,” he says.
But the printed literature does refer to the shroud metaphorically as a painting made by God, whose brush was Christ’s body and whose pigment was Christ’s blood. Casper says these ways of discussing the shroud reveal a different conception of artifice and authenticity, which today we often perceive as binary opposites.
Contrary to what one might expect in modern times, metaphorical comparisons to art in the 16th and 17th centuries bolstered rather than undermined the shroud’s authenticity.
“There was a reverence at the time for artifice,” Casper says, “and the shroud was, in a certain way, an artistic relic that for contemporary believers gave evidence of God’s creative powers as artist.”

February 16, 2015

Forty Years

From NY Times on four sisters who had group photograph taken annually for forty years: 
Whenever a woman is photographed, the issue of her vanity is inevitably raised, but Nixon has finessed this with his choice of natural light, casual manner and unfussy preparation...
Throughout this series, we watch these women age, undergoing life’s most humbling experience. While many of us can, when pressed, name things we are grateful to Time for bestowing upon us, the lines bracketing our mouths and the loosening of our skin are not among them. So while a part of the spirit sinks at the slow appearance of these women’s jowls, another part is lifted: They are not undone by it. We detect more sorrow, perhaps, in the eyes, more weight in the once-fresh brows. But the more we study the images, the more we see that aging does not define these women. Even as the images tell us, in no uncertain terms, that this is what it looks like to grow old, this is the irrefutable truth, we also learn: This is what endurance looks like.
It is the endurance of sisterhood in particular. Nixon, who grew up a single child, says he has always been particularly intrigued by the sisterly unit, and it shows in these images. With each passing year, the sisters seem to present more of a united front. Earlier assertions of their individuality — the arms folded across the chest, the standing apart — give way to a literal leaning on one another, as if independence is no longer such a concern. We see what goes on between the sisters in their bodies, particularly their limbs. A hand clasps a sister’s waist, arms embrace arms or are slung in casual solidarity over a shoulder. A palm steadies another’s neck, reassuring. The cumulative effect is dizzying and powerful. When 36 prints were exhibited in a gallery in Granada, Spain, viewers openly wept.

February 15, 2015

A Bold One

I'm sort of hyp-mo-tized by the man in today's gospel from Mark. 

There's a shamelessness about him, perhaps born of desperation due to his leprosy.   He violates the rules by coming up to Jesus instead of walking ten paces behind.  He doesn't worry if he might infect Jesus, either due to self-interest or a potent faith. 

This "shamelessness" is heartily approved by Christ, at least until (the same?) shamelessness leads him to cavalierly disregard our Lord's warning not to tell anyone.   I wonder if you get the one without the other in a purely human way, i.e. the faith without a certain presumption? 

Bible scholar Henry Wansbrough certainly has a creative take on why Jesus angrily (the text says 'sternly' but the original Greek is harsher) sent the man away:

"It is possible that the anger is directed at the leprosy, considered as an exterior invasion, so 'sent it [the leprosy] away'. At least Jesus' whole-hearted emotional involvement with the sufferer is palpable." 

Our pastor mentioned that there was a role-reversal after:  the leprotic man could now be an open part of the community while Jesus now had to stay hidden and on the margins, lest the crowds overwhelm. 

There's an unfortunate irony in this story given how we in this day and age are told to evangelize widely and strongly but usually do not, and how this man in the gospel, told to keep quiet, did not.  What I take from this Gospel is that it's better to error on the side of shamelessness...he came for the sick, not the well.  

February 11, 2015

Maureen Dowd & Obama

So turns out that one person who really gets under Obama's skin is NY Times columnist Maureen Dowd.

It could be because he expects the liberal chorus to praise and sanctify him and she didn't play her part.

But it could also be because he recognizes a kindred spirit and it bothers him.  Just as he plays the above-the-fray psycho-analyzer-in-chief (recall this comment about gods & guns?), Mo Dowd hits too close to home given her own above the fray, psycho-analyzer of chiefs role.

It's like how in basketball teams that like to press don't like to be pressed.  Similarly, above the fray, rash psycho-analyzers don't like to be rashly psycho-analyzed by those above the fray.

Obama and Dowd come by it honestly.  As Heather King wrote, "every writer must in one way or another live 'apart' from the world."   And Obama is a talented writer as evidenced by Dreams of My Father.

Reminds me how it's always something of a toss-up as to what bothers us more: our sins mirrored in others, or sins of others that we don't have.  Might be a "both/and" situation.

February 10, 2015

A Tale of Two Commentaries

Interesting (to me at least) to compare and contrast the opinions of a theologian (Balthasar) and a Bible scholar (Henry Wansbrough) on this past Sunday's reading from Job (chapter 7): 
“Military service” is what the patient Job calls mans life on earth in the first reading. Man is no lord, but a “slave who longs for the shade”, no employer (the employer is God) but a “hired hand”. This is a general characterization of human, mortal, life. Christ and his Apostles do not contradict this description of human life. The “restlessness” that Job speaks of simply becomes the unrestrainable zeal to work for God and his Kingdom, whether through external activity or involvement in prayer.  -- Hans Urs von Balthasar
Contrast it with Henry Wansbrough's approach:
In the whole three-year cycle there are only two Sunday readings from the lovely and tragic Book of Job. The Book puts at its most acute the problem of sickness and suffering: why should I suffer? Job has lost everything, wealth, family, health. He sits on a rubbish heap, scratching his sores with a broken pot. In this passage, he gives a painful picture of the sick person’s frustration, the slow and pointless passage of time, the crazy, distorted imaginings. He feels that God is oppressing him, but yet clings to God as his one hope of release.
Undeserved sickness and death is worrying for anyone who believes in a loving God. On the natural plane, sickness is a reminder that things are out of order and could get worse. To the believer, it is a reminder that this brilliant, complicated, sophisticated creation cannot continue developing for ever, but must return to God in God’s own good time. As Jeremiah explains, the pot cannot complain to the potter: ‘Why did you make me like this?’ But couldn’t a loving God have made something so that it never went wrong? Or is it the consequence of our revolts against God that confidence in God has given way to fear and mistrust?

Weekend Linger-ances

The day grooved with the happy hour and Heat-Moon; the latter a find in my authentically-scented library (the smell of mouldering books excites). Called Roads to Quoz, it was just what the doctor ordered: a tranquil bit of armchair travel. Literary escapism on the cheap. He writes amusingly of churches ill-named (“Little Hope Baptist Church” and “Holy Ghost Disturbed Church”). He also wrote something that certainly hits close to home:
Quicker than was good for any man's mechanical self-esteem, she succeeded in stacking up a half-dozen fourpenny nails in a way I'd thought impossible ten minutes earlier. This is one of the very thing marriage counselors caution against, but men who wed a woman born a tomboy need either to sharpen their mechanical arts or to modify any notion of manly prowess based on contraptions.
I've certainly chosen the latter prescription.


Early day found me lounging in the pleasant pair of pre-McDonald's hours sliding down some of Chesterton's Everlasting Man via the cool, smooth surface of the Kindle. Coffee played tunes in my head. Psalms leapt from my RSV-CE2. I read a couple issues of The Economist and learned things, mainly that The Economist speaks with authority and has answers to all the world's (economic) problems.

I miss ol' Buddy, that gentle, loving presence. That reverencer of ritual with calm, dog-ensouled eyes. At McDs the older blond lady noticed the change: “Where's your other dog?” I told her we'd lost him to cancer. A momentary pause. “At least he won't bark at you anymore!” I said, and she smiled, for he was a small bane of her existence. How Buddy loved to see her startle.

At noon-thirty, a walk. How simple and yet how nourishing was that simple mile walk in the sunshine and quiet! It felt meditative and steady, awash in the natural world.  Early evening took a shower with beer at shower-side, atop the glass enclosure. One good thing about replacing curtains with glass was that now I can store the coffee thermos or beer up out of water's way and thus enjoy the decadent pleasures of beverage while under falling water.


Morning paper read about Marilyn of “Ask Marilyn” fame (she of the famously high IQ) about how she met her husband of going on thirty years. He wooed her by giving her his diary! Very bold move, but his transparent nature won her over. He said that their initial conversation on the phone wasn't going anywhere and he thought about just wrapping it up and calling it a day. But then magic happened and he later called that moment when he almost gave up as an 'inflection point" after which his existence was changed forever. I can so remember that inflection point for my wife and me.


It occurred to me today that hard-heartedness is always seen as hard-hearted towards one's neighbor, but it also includes being hard-hearted towards oneself and towards God. All three are intimately connected - there is a blatant inconsistency in our worldview if we're hard towards any human or God, since God is in and has identified Himself with humans.

Predictable Crises in Corp Life

Never underestimate the power of a saved work email. There's power in it!  Almost magical, mystical power!  Wasted six days trying to get what I got last year before pulling out le' trump card: that of the work email from the previous year.  Finally when I forwarded that note (which, thank God, I'd saved as a record otherwise it'd have been automatically erased), it jogged his memory.  "Exas", meet "perating".  My commentary in italics.  
From: Thomas
To: Jay
Date: 02/04/2015 01:41 PM
Subject: Ber. Submission
Hello Jay,
I'm doing the mort study and one of steps is to send data to Ber. to try to confirm/find deaths. 
I have the submission ready and was wondering if you're still the contact, where to put it, etc...
From: Jay
To: Thomas
Date: 02/04/2015 01:49 PM
Subject: Re: Ber. Submission
How big (number of lives) is your data set?
 Hmm...Not sure why that's important. I'll answer by reminding him that it's the same size as last year.
From: Thomas
To: Jay D  
Date: 02/04/2015 01:54 PM
Subject: Re: Ber. Submission
It's approximately the same size as last year's submission, a CSV file with about 800,000 records. 
From: Jay D
To: Thomas
Date: 02/04/2015 02:02 PM
Subject: Re: Ber. Submission
You will prob have to find a shared drive we have in common to drop the file for me.
Here is a list of mine....
[attachment "Screen shot.pdf" deleted by Thomas ] 
From: Thomas
To: Jay D  
Date: 02/04/2015 02:59 PM
Subject: Re: Ber. Submission
Okay, I've copied it:
[attachment deleted]
From: Jay D
To: Thomas
Date: 02/05/2015 02:05 PM
Subject: Re: Ber. Submission
What line of business are your lives from and what is the source system?
Reason I ask is I may be able to get your data from our monthly search results archive without incurring additional cost.
Rut-row....this isn't going particularly well.  I responded with the info requested and then waited till the next day before offering a helpful suggestion.
----- Forwarded by Thomas  on 02/10/2015 09:19 AM -----
From: Thomas
To: Jay D  
Date: 02/06/2015 01:35 PM
Subject: Re: Ber. Submission
Maybe this is something we could explore towards the goal of implementing next year? 

Lack of response made me wonder if maybe he thought I was thinking the whole thing could be put off.
From: Thomas
To: Jay D  
Date: 02/10/2015 09:20 AM
Subject: Fw: Ber. Submission
Of course by "implementing next year" I was referring to the new solution rather than to omit submitting records to Ber. 
From: Jay D
To: Thomas
Date: 02/10/2015 09:23 AM
Subject: Re: Fw: Ber. Submission
Yesd, I understand.  I am still working with your data.
Uh-oh. Time to call in the bigger guns. This is already running late. 
From: Thomas
To: Jay D  
Date: 02/10/2015 09:53 AM
Subject: Re: Fw: Ber. Submission
I ran it by my director, and he said we would definitely pay the cost.   How much is it?   I can give you my disbursement code... 
Name your price, just send the data puh-lease! 
From: Jay D
To: Thomas
Date: 02/10/2015 10:12 AM
Subject: Re: Fw: Ber. Submission
At $.25 per record the cost for 798,738 records is $199,241.

$199 thousand dollars?!  Holy bat scat!
From: Thomas
To: Jay D  
Date: 02/10/2015 10:22 AM
Subject: Re: Fw: Ber. Submission
Can you help me understand how this submission is different than last year's?  Did it cost $199k then or has something changed? 
Master of the understatement am I.  
----- Forwarded by Thomas  on 02/10/2015 01:47 PM -----
From: Jay D
To: Thomas
Date: 02/10/2015 10:31 AM
Subject: Re: Fw: Ber. Submission
I would presume that we would not have sent to Ac. because of that.  
Whereupon I forward the magic email from last year.
From: Jay D
To: Thomas
Date: 02/10/2015 11:01 AM
Subject: Re: Fw: Ber. Submission
ok....In looking at the e-mail chain and the files sent and received that jogged my memory.  We sent to Ber. using our Audit search.  This is pennies on the dollar compared to sending Acc.  I will get this over today for you.

Remember this familiar ol' cartoon?  The "miracle occurs here" is producing old email:

February 06, 2015

The Limits of Language?

Interesting article on house signs at Miami University:
One needn't be a philosopher of John Blutarsky's caliber to know that fun is generally considered a constitutive component of college life. But while the traditional elements of college fun (alcohol, sex, parties ...) are similar nearly anywhere you go, its regional manifestations do vary in interesting ways. In Oxford, Ohio, home to Miami University, students living in off-campus houses celebrate and perpetuate college fun by giving their houses names and accompanying signs; these house signs tend to refer to or pun on the aforementioned traditional elements, and they serve to mark the houses as sites of additional, future fun...
"We were indeed put in the position of taking the house signs too seriously. There are a few lessons to be learned from our experience. First, I think we learned that our initial approach to house signs as being about the categories we could derive from their names is probably the approach many take. We were able to experience the shift involved in stepping out of a particular view of language – one where language is thought to have meaning that anyone can, potentially, apprehend – and into another one that depends on the habits of a group that shares some beliefs about what they are doing, or not doing, in the world. And second, we were able to show that the students living in named houses were using the names to do things that few, if any, believed they were doing. Students living in 'Inn Pursuit' and 'The Rock,' for example, wanted for their house signs to advertise their Christian faith and provide an invitation to others to join them on that basis. Students not living in such houses largely missed the significance, and reported that 'Inn Pursuit' was about sex, and that 'The Rock' was about drugs, both of which could be described as partying."

The Joys and Disputable Amounts of Fun of Parenthood

Hyp-mo-tized by this passage in Heather King's Stripped, where King profiles a lady who is really into self-mortification.  It sort of suggests that "God loves suffering!" masochisitic meme that Catholics are accused of but there is the half-ring of truth in here:
She wore vaguely bohemian clothes: berets, embroidered peasant blouses, and her smile was so brilliant that I hardly noticed the one tooth missing in her left lower jaw, the line of brown that ran along the tops of the rest. ..I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when Barbara also expressed less than unalloyed regard for modern medicine. "Every time you have a little pain, take an aspirin, they tell you! But you never grow that way, you never learn anything! That's why I don't trust doctors. Their only goal is to avoid pain! Their biggest fear is death!"
Barbara, it turned out, had a very highly-developed notion of suffering. She believed that the suffering of animals somehow relieved ours. She believed we could and should take the burden upon ourselves to suffer for others. "You know that passage in the Gospel where the woman who's been hemorrhaging for twelve years touches the hem of Christ's garment and is healed?" she asked [Luke 8:40-56].  "Have you ever noticed which story immediately follows? It's the story of the little girl who dies and is brought back to life by Christ. And how old is the child? Twelve! Do you see? It's almost as if the woman had been keeping the child alive with her suffering...
I re-read that gospel passage a few times and lo and behold that is a remarkable thing, the 12 years hemmoraging and 12 years old. Surely not coicindental.  As familiar as I think I am of the gospels, here's another reason to keep reading them.

St. Ambrose wrote with regard to this passage, seeing in it the old coveant and new:
Why is it that the twelve-year-old daughter of the ruler was dying and the woman with a flow of blood was afflicted for twelve years, except that it is understood that as long as the synagogue flourished, the church suffered? The  weakness of the one is the virtue of the other, because by their offense salvation has come to the Gentiles. The consummation of the one is the beginning of the other, the beginning not of nature but of salvation. Exposition of the Gospel of Luke 6.56–57.10
Another gospel, from last week, was about the Kingdom of God being a mustard seed and how it starts as the smallest but becomes the largest, where the birds of the air can make their nests in its shade.  I've always thought of this as meaning I need to be that mustard seed and I need to grow large in good works to provide shade as it were.  But it occurred to me that the mustard seed is Christ!  He is the one who came so small in the world, a tiny infant of a poor and obscure mother.  And He is the one who has grown to be the largest of trees.


Also came across the New Jerusalem Bible editors, Henry Wansbrough's, new book "Introduction to the New Testament".  He's treads where some fear:
"Did God dictate the words? Is inspiration merely a negative protection from error? .... Cardinal Newman was worried by the fact that Nebuchadnezzar is described in Judith 1:1 as King of Assyria, when in fact he was King of Babylon."
Of course I hoped that this scruple of Newman's led him also to a too scrupulous view of chances of salvation for us non-saintly schlubs.

Wansbrough sees inspiration as an enhancement of the author's faculties, a prophet being "not so much one who foretells as one who sees as God sees."  He says inspiration is not confined to the final author of a text but is operative in the whole "process of formation and preservation of the text, observation, oral transmission (perhaps discussion), editing and final verbal expression."

He concisely describes the difficulty: "How is it possible to reconcile the inspiration of the authors with their human free will?" I like the way he put this:
"There is the curiously circular situation that the sacred writings provide the norm of the Church, but the Church decides which writings constitute the norm: the Church both forms and is formed by the Canon of Scripture. The Bible is the book of the Church: in reciprocal ways the Church interprets the Scriptures and is judged by the Scriptures." 

Ok, it's admittedly disturbing that I do most of my reading about asceticism while drinking beer.


Learned about “flow” in All Joy, No Fun, a book about child-rearing (a title applicable to our saint-making process, cross-carrying as well).   Flow is basically the idea that we are happiest when engaged in a single-minded non-passive activity we enjoy. Getting into "the zone" as it were, in an activity we can focus on and “lose ourselves” in. The book shows that parenting is the opposite of this because it's all start and stop, kids being constant distraction machines since they are wired, at that age, to be that way. Wired for discovery, for sweeping in stimuli:
    After finishing the book Flow, the reader comes away with the unmistakable impression that most adults find themselves in flow when they're alone. Csikszentmihalyi talks about fishing, cycling, and rock climbing: about solving equations, playing music, and writing poems. As a rule, the experiences he describes do not involve much social interaction, least of all with children.
It's another situation where our natural inclinations aren't always aligned with life-giving, i.e. another case of death-to-self being the secret to greater joy and life.

The book also touched on frustration:  "One study showed that 'the more willpower people expended, the more likely they became to yield to the next temptation.'"

And that temptation was usually to yell at their kids and then feel bad about it afterward.

Not a good message going into Lent!  But willpower can be strengthened, surely.  The study suggested self-control is not a bottomless resource, although of course it's not written from a spiritual perspective.

The book talked about the loss of sleep many parents experience:
“The population seems to divide in thirds when it comes to prolonged sleep loss: those who handle it fairly well, those who sort of fall apart, and those who respond catastrophically.”
It mentions studies that show parents are no happier, and often unhappier than non-parents, but it also says that the highs are higher and the lows lower with parents as opposed to married without children. It gives more meaning and reward to life.   Childcare is ranked even lower than housework on a ranked list of activities on the parental list!  A social scientist, says it's a "high-cost/high-reward activity."

The author makes the case that the parenthood today is very different from what it once was.  In some ways it's the same - such as sleep deprivation with an infant - but in other ways it differs:
1.  Choice.  Parents used to not really be able to control how large their families were or when kids arrived. "Nor did they regard their children with the same reverence modern parents do.  Rather, they had children because it was customary, or because it was economically necessary, or because it was a moral obligation to family and community (often for all three reasons). Today, however adults often view children as one of life's crowning achievements...Because so many of us now are avid volunteers for a project which we were all once dutiful conscripts, we have heightened expectations of what children will do for us, regarding them as sources of existential fulfillment rather than as ordinary parts of our lives." 
2. Work experience - two income families. With fathers much more active. "It's no accident that today's heirs to Erma Bombeck, the wicked satirist of domestic life who reigned in my mother's generation, are just as likely to be men as women. It was a man who wrote 'Go to F**k to Sleep'.  It was a male comic, Lousi C.K., who developed a grateful cult following of moms and dads." 
3. Childhood completely redefined. Children used to work and not be shielded from life's hardships.  Now they are protected. "Children stopped working, and parents worked twice as hard. Children went from being our employees to our bosses." 

February 02, 2015

Super Bowl Recap

Well, now, that was some superb entertainment. Especially when, like me, you watch the game about an hour behind via DVR and fast-forward through the huddles so that the game action is down to a manageable thity-five minutes. I am glad I didn't post my almost-tweet "Cheaters never prosper!" given New England's comeback. That goal-line pass had the whiff of useless tragedy about it, didn't it? I had no positive feelings for either team and intended to watch only the commercials (towards the goal of understanding where our culture is going1).

The festivities began with a lacklustre yet overwrought national anthem, followed by a remarkably named college as said on international television by a Seattle player: "The University of Vagina". As is my wont, I immediately went to Twitter only to be semi-disappointed to learn that he'd said "The University of Regina". Oh...Oh well. These are the times that titilate a man's soul. The prank that wasn't.


The commercials were similarly a mixed bag. Nationwide Insurance wanted to start a national conversation about child safety but instead started a national conversation on the advisability of killing the collective buzzes of millions of people. It's the old story of "just because you can do something, even if for good intentions, doesn't mean you should."

It also was offensive to me because there was a sort of huge missing the forest for the trees aspect as illustrated by this:

I was intent on having My Voice Heard, by voting on the USA Today admeter, an exercise in silliness if there ever was one. I'm was taken aback by the amount of privacy these sites want to invade. Sex, age, income. For income I said " under 25,000" as my way of saying, "none o' your business."

1 - I give and I give.