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February 27, 2008

Well, Now ***

My musing on Lent yesterday prompted a loooong challenging comment from our pal Zendo Deb, which she also turned into an even longer post over at her own place. Go on over and read it.

Now Deb has been a lloyal Llama reader for a very long time, and although we disagree about some things, she is no troll. Nonetheless, I feel that at least some of her response is, in fact, a straw-man argument that mischaracterizes my belief. For example, just because I think that "Influence X" has a corrosive and even evil influence on people who are swayed by it, that does not mean that I think such people themselves are "evil". And it certainly doesn't mean that I think they should be strung up from trees or nailed to fence-posts or, to use Deb's own Osama analogy, blown up with bombs.

More importantly, however, in damning what she sees as a dichotomy between reason and belief in the West, Deb slips the Creationist brickbat into the debate:

The big issue is, of course, evolution. It contradicts the fundamental idea of Genesis, so it must be wrong. In Genesis, Man's creation is strictly separate from the creation of the rest of the world. No evidence will ever prove evolution right,* no one will ever move the creationists one inch from their current understanding. And when you try to discuss it with them, they usually resort to the "No true Scotsman" version of ad homenem attacks. "No good person" or "No true Christian" holds with evolution.

So in the end, [Augustine] is just another bat to hit people over the head with. [Augustine's] position is that if you agree with him, and live your life according to the precepts he follows, you will be happy and society will be the just society. That is exactly the same position as Bin Laden, except that Bin Laden backs up his opinions with explosives and death for anyone who dares disagree. Now granted, that is a big difference, perhaps even a qualitative difference between the two positions, but the positions are akin. (Like it or not, both men are arguing from dogma.)

Now [Augustine] probably got a lot right - most "serious thinkers" do, even if they also get a lot wrong. (See Aristotle.) But his view of the workings of the universe isn't the only one out there.

With all due respect, this is applesauce, but in Deb's defense, it's applesauce that comes from the superficial and inaccurate popular conceptions of Catholicism prevalent in much of the culchah these days.

I won't get into the assumptions about Millenialism here except to say that Augustine was certainly not one of those We-Need-To-Bring-About-The-Kingdom-of-Heaven-On-Earth-By-Next-Tuesday-And-God-Help-Anybody-Who-Gets-In-Our-Way types. Nor, properly understood, does HMC suggest anything of the sort. But that's a post for another day.

As far as evolution and dogma go, curiously enough the passage I quoted from Augustine (who Deb labels as Aquinas) was aimed at the Manicheans, whom Augustine came to loathe specifically because the dogma about Good and Evil in the world that they preached as the Truth (and which seems to bear some relationship to the concept of Yin and Yang) could not be supported by empirical observation and common sense. Augustine thought them a pack of frauds and charlatans for failing to deal with this and said so.

And indeed, despite bad patches in its history (which, I understand, have generally been distorted in the popular imagination into comic book form, although I don't know enough to comment), the Church herself recognizes that Faith and Reason are not enemies, but are to work with each other. Here is what the Catechism has to say about Creation:

282 Catechesis on creation is of major importance. It concerns the very foundations of human and Christian life: for it makes explicit the response of the Christian faith to the basic question that men of all times have asked themselves:120 "Where do we come from?" "Where are we going?" "What is our origin?" "What is our end?" "Where does everything that exists come from and where is it going?" The two questions, the first about the origin and the second about the end, are inseparable. They are decisive for the meaning and orientation of our life and actions.

283 The question about the origins of the world and of man has been the object of many scientific studies which have splendidly enriched our knowledge of the age and dimensions of the cosmos, the development of life-forms and the appearance of man. These discoveries invite us to even greater admiration for the greatness of the Creator, prompting us to give him thanks for all his works and for the understanding and wisdom he gives to scholars and researchers. With Solomon they can say: "It is he who gave me unerring knowledge of what exists, to know the structure of the world and the activity of the elements. . . for wisdom, the fashioner of all things, taught me."121

284 The great interest accorded to these studies is strongly stimulated by a question of another order, which goes beyond the proper domain of the natural sciences. It is not only a question of knowing when and how the universe arose phy

DIVINE VENGENCE? UPDATE: I have no idea what happened to the rest of this post, which seems to have stolen quietly away into the night. Sorry 'bout that, y'all. The short version of the rest of it was that I'm not a Creationist and that I don't believe there is a split between Truth as revealed by, well, Revelation and Fact as revealed by reason and inquiry, but that the two in fact work hand in hand with each other.

Oh, and in case you're wondering about the quote in the title, it's what Mal said when he faced off against Patience on Whitefall.

WHOOPSIE YIPS from Steve-O: It might have been me, as I made a St. Clippy "In the beginning was the WORD, and the WORD was with Gates, and the WORD was Gates" joke that seems to have disapeared as well. I looked for the Airplane! clip of the guy accidentally unplugging the landing lights, but found this instead:


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Robbo Unmasked

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I dunno how they got hold of my college yearbook picture, but I certainly hope them kids is a'gonna pay me some royalties for it! Young whippersnappers!

More politically incorrect advertising from yesteryear over at Nasty, Brutish & Short.

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Gratuitous Musickal Posting (TM)

A long and interesting piece on J.S. Bach in the Hudson Review by Harold Fromm asks the question:

[I]f Bach is The Father [of Western Music], why hasn’t he fired the popular imagination? We have soppy movies about Mozart and Beethoven as well as proliferating biographies for the intelligent general reader, but nothing really comparable for Bach. If we sample the outpouring since the year 2000, the 250th anniversary of Bach’s death, the “life and works” biographies are nothing if not weighty and serious, but these essentially scholarly volumes by Martin Geck, Christoph Wolff, and Peter Williams,[1] despite their generalist pretensions, are hardly readable by nonspecialists. We have fairly localizable “feelings” about Mozart because the personal letters producing those feelings are voluminous. We learn about Wolfgang as a circus freak driven by father Leopold, about the Mozart family’s obsession with “shit,” about Wolfgang’s castigation of Constanze for exposing her ankles, not to mention purported mysteries surrounding the uncompleted Requiem, perfect grist for the mills of pop culture. For Beethoven, again, many autograph materials providing insights into his “spiritual development” (to use the subtitle of an early biography) and his medical problems, his patrons, his financial independence, his nephew, his deafness, his “immortal beloved.” But what is the feel we get from Bach? In fact, who is this seemingly generic father and why has he failed to solidify as part of our cultural ethos? When we hear “Mozart” or “Beethoven,” we think of a person behind the music. When we hear “Bach,” we think of music only.

Fromm goes on to answer the question by noting that there simply is very little source material about Bach aside from various official and business documents he wrote. That's fair enough. But as I've said before, I also think there is a deeper point about the relationship between art and artist. Bach belongs to the pre-Romantic world, in which the art came first and the artisan, if you will, was simply seen both by himself and those around him as the producer or conduit of that art. (Aside from composers, try thinking of any poet, painter, playwrite or other pre-19th Century artist who, as Fromm puts it, "fires the popular imagination." Can't do it, can you? People try with Shakespeare from time to time, but it doesn't really stick.)

The Romantics changed that notion. After about 1800, the art gradually began to be seen as a function of the artist, who was no longer just an artisan, but an artiste. (Of course, this all had to do with societal changes as a whole and wasn't specifically an artistic development.) Beethoven was fully aware of this movement and quite caught up in it. Mozart, I think, was not, but was instead one of the last of the truly 18th Century artists. He has been Romanticized because his brief and (in our eyes) tragic life appeals to the Romantic sensibility. Compare this with, for example, the biography of Mozart's friend and contemporary, the great Franz Joseph "Papa" Haydn, to which hardly anybody pays any attention these days because not only was Haydn firmly an artisan of the old school, he also enjoyed a solid, prosperous, happy and extremely anti-Romantic life.

Aaaaaanyway, after conceding that when one speaks of Bach, one must speak of his musick, Fromm proceeds to do so. One passage near and dear to my heart:

Bach’s posthumous estate lists several harpsichords of various types but no other keyboard instrument. For Bach, it was then and remains now (except for the organ) the keyboard instrument of choice. Nor could it be considered a precursor of the piano or rendered obsolete by it. To begin with, the harpsichord is a stringed not a percussion instrument like the piano, plucked, not hammered, producing a distinctive, tightly focused, and slightly acerbic all-or-nothing sound. To change the quality or timbre one can pull out stops to move a set of jacks into position under another set of strings or use the second keyboard (if there is one) and its own sets of strings. The changes in timbre that result from this maneuver are sudden, not gradual, since it is not possible to alter individual notes by means of touch. The later practice of introducing “expression” into Bach’s keyboard music can only be described as a bad joke that reduces power to preciosity. And of course the chief culprit in this anachronistic practice is the piano.

Hear, hear. I laughed when I read this because my poor, old, beat-up, shot-string, 40-year-old Kawai upright has gotten so tinny in tone that it's beginning to sound like a harpsichord. The tone certainly helps me try to conform to the best Bach practices, but playing the other day I realized that, yes, I am finally going to have to go out and buy a new piano.

As for Fromm's article, go read the rest. Also, I have most of the books of Christoph Wolff he mentions, and I would heartily recommend any of them if you're at all interested in the subject.

Yips! to Arts & Letters Daily.

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So I guess Starsky aint that popular anymore. Or is it Hutch?

In reference to Tina Fey's now infamous (and quite hilarious) pro-Hillary screed from last Saturday night (referring to Bill and Hillary as Starsky and Hutch), this article in the New York Times might very well be the unkindest cut of all. The subtitle might as well be "How Cletus Lost his Mojo."

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Admit it: you needed that

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Heh

A nifty skewering SWMNBN this morning:

After saying she found her “voice” in New Hampshire, she has turned into Sybil. We’ve had Experienced Hillary, Soft Hillary, Hard Hillary, Misty Hillary, Sarcastic Hillary, Joined-at-the-Hip-to-Bill Hillary, Her-Own-Person-Who-Just-Happens-to-Be-Married-to-a-Former-President Hillary, It’s-My-Turn Hillary, Cuddly Hillary, Let’s-Get-Down-in-the-Dirt-and-Fight-Like-Dogs Hillary.

Just as in the White House, when her cascading images and hairstyles became dizzying and unsettling, suggesting that the first lady woke up every day struggling to create a persona, now she seems to think there is a political solution to her problem. If she can only change this or that about her persona, or tear down this or that about Obama’s. But the whirlwind of changes and charges gets wearing.

By threatening to throw the kitchen sink at Obama, the Clinton campaign simply confirmed the fact that they might be going down the drain.

And who wrote this? Bill Kristol? the G-Man? Michael Barone? Peggy? No, it's Maureen Dowd fer chrissakes.

Rats and sinking ships.....Rats and sinking ships.........Ommmmmm.........

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February 26, 2008

Guess I Wasn't The Only One

Who ignored the Oscars Sunday Night (it was this past Sunday, right?). Worst ratings in a generation.

Dirty Harry wasn't surprised and he sums it up best:

Hollywood spent all year pumping out dark, ugly, poorly-crafted films that insulted America, Americans, and much of what we hold dear, namely our servicemen and women. They’ve spent years insulting us on-screen, in interviews, and yes, during the Oscar telecast. So, what did they expect last night? You hate us, Hollywood. So, while you had your self-absorbed little party we went on with our lives. We may just be a bunch of dumb hicks, but wasting four-hours on pins and needles waiting for the cheap shot — well, if you’ll pardon the quaint expression, a hog has more sense.
Amen brutha!

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Gratuitous Lenten Observation

[Disclaimer: This is not necessarily a Catholic post, but, I think, an Orthodox Christian one. Stand down, everybody.]

The other day, one of the members of my RCIA class dialed into our Yahoo webgroup thingy with an observation about the Stations of the Cross. At the end of her post, she added:

PS. Random thought for the day, from the ancient wisdom conveyed by this tag on my little green tea teabag: "Recognize that you are the truth." WHAT for goodness sake does that MEAN? Ah, pop spirituality...

Our group leader, a bright spark if ever there was one, had this to say in reply:

See the stations as your way in to the sufferings of Christ. That you might rise with him! And see you tea bag as what it is - in opposition to Christ. I am not the truth for I did not create the world. Christ is the truth - we must look to him as the measure of our existence.

And by a delightful coincidence, I came across the following passage in my current readings just after I'd seen this exchange:

There are many abroad who talk of their own fantasies and lead men's minds astray. They assert that because they have observed that there are two wills at odds with each other when we try to reach a decision, we must therefore have two minds of different natures, one good, the other evil. Let
them vanish at God's presence as the smoke vanishes. As long as they hold these evil beliefs they are evil themselves, but even they will be good if they
see the truth and accept it, so that your apostle may say to them Once you were darkness; now, in the Lord you are all daylight. These people want to be
light, not in the Lord, but in themselves, because they think that the nature of the soul is the same as God. In this way their darkness becomes denser
still, because in their abominable arrogance they have separated themselves still further from you, who are the true Light which enlightens every soul
born into the world. I say to them, 'Take care what you say, and blush for
shame. Enter God's presence, and find there enlightenment; here is no room for downcast looks.

-St. Augustine, Confessions, Book VIII, Chpt. 10.

Now as it happens, Augustine was beating up on the Manicheans in that passage, but as I pointed out to the group (with whom I shared the passage), I think it is equally applicable to modern tea-bag pop psychology (and its many Humanistic cousins). I used to dismiss this sort of thing as just empty twaddle. Now, as I start swimming in far deeper waters than I have before, I begin to see much more clearly its genuinely corrosive effect on the spirit. (And I shudder to think how many people out there might read the same or similar stuff and think "Oh, wow, that's so true!")

As a famous local Evangelical-type likes to say in his radio ads, "not a sermon, just a thought".

BURN ME AT THE STAKE AND CALL ME "SUZY" YIPS from Steve-O: What gets my hackles though is the little paperclip animated-dude on Microsoft Word, and how he pops up and says things like "I am the way to understand WORD." I'll have to check my old copy of the Examens, but I have a gut feeling animated paper clip dude is the embodiment of the enemy, trying to lead us astray in our knowledge of the true path of the Word.

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The voice of Satan? You be the judge....

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Signs of Spring: LLamabutcher Edition

Spring has come to the verdant Blue Ridge of Virginia: I passed the first county jail work crew out picking up dead skunks off the side of the road today, with the big old sheriff dude with a shotgun the size of a Revolutionary War musket.

This being the new Virginia, though, the sheriff dude with the sunglasses and a gun was a very large and short and scary looking African American woman, and the prisoners mostly scrawny white guys who looked like a motley collection of meth tweakers and check kiters. Think blingless K-Fed, with a mullet.

Swing low, sweet chariot.

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February 25, 2008

Sickoes

I mentioned last week that the Missus came home from visiting her parents with a nasty case of strep. Well, now all three of the Llama-ettes have it. And I'm not so sure I don't also.

Bleh.

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A Tale of Two Cities

Or, a study in contrasts:

Absolutely hilarious:

Downright creepy:

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Is it just me?

Or does anybody else read this and think, "Ah, a job opening for the Abbot?"

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I'm Robbo the Llama and I'm Quite Mad***

Doing a looooooong pdf document review off a cd-rom. As I flip through the pages, the D-drive in my computer keeps revving up and then cutting off. The sound reminds me of that of an airliner when the pilots start fiddling with the throttle, something I particularly dislike when flying. My palms are beginning to sweat at the mere association of the two sounds.

Thank you verrah much.

(***Mad as in "mad as a coot", not as in "I'm mad too, Eddie!")

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Gratuitous Scientific Observation

For all of you following the great Orgle Manor science fair project, just in case you were wondering, mice will dig into seedling trays looking for snacks.

I'm not at all sure whether we're going to be able to salvage the eldest llama-ette's corn samples. Fortunately, both the squash and the beans have shot right up, so hopefully they are mouse-proof. As for the tomato? Well, one sample is up and running, but I'm not sure the others are going to make it.

We have the project set up in a corner of my basement workshop. The gel asked me why we don't just move the tray upstairs somewhere. Want to know? Because I am morally certain that if we do, then the cats will start fooling around with it.

You can't win. You really can't.

MORE OPTOMISTIC UPDATE: Yes, the corn samples are shot, but that seems all that the furry little bastards were interested in getting. Beans and squash are doing fine and a new tomato came up today. I think we'll be able to salvage enough samples to generate some useful data. Meanwhile, I've moved the whole shooting match upstairs to the little dressing area off our bedroom (it has a couple skylights) to keep it out of harm's way.

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February 24, 2008

For the Narnia fans out there . . .

the trailer for Prince Caspian.

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"But Don't Talk Back To Darth Vader..."

Three year old summarizes Star Wars (IV: A New Hope):

Absolutely adorable.

h/t: Allahpundit

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Great. Now we have to keep the keys away from the dog, too

Boxer drives off with man's truck.
From ABC.

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February 23, 2008

Heartache


I guess Rush didn't need the protocols, NOW!

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The Times, They Are A'Changin

SOOPER-SEKRET POST TO THE FELLOW ALUMNI OF SCOGGINS NATION OUT THERE:

Perhaps it's just me, but if you had said twenty-plus years ago that Flip Rollo of all people would be signing off on alumni fundraiser letters that contained passages such as this...

Fall semester at [The People's Glorious Soviet of Middletown, CT] was full of new beginnings. With the inauguration of our new president...the entire community looked forward to learning more about his vision for [TPGSOMC]. We are writing today to let you know that we did not have to wait long to hear about an exciting new step for [the place].

...well, I'd probably have said that I had thought Scoggs wanted you to cut out smoking that stuff for the season.

Just sayin'.

Heh.

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Special Agent Bedhead's favorite supermodel

go shirtless for democracy.

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