tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25569084701118620272024-03-13T08:55:19.667-04:00Inklings"Human kind
Cannot bear very much reality."
- T.S. EliotTheresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.comBlogger313125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-31536941533013484312012-04-24T10:58:00.000-04:002012-05-09T10:59:14.387-04:00Reading, Part I: LiteratureIt's amazing how much of a luxury real literature becomes when the bulk of one's reading is confined to The News and various articles of political analysis. Certainly not all of these are abysmal from a literary perspective; the latter genre tends to be by far the better of the two, with writers like Walter Russel Mead, Peter Berger, David Brooks, and Charles Krauthammer furnishing consistently readable columns for the more grammatically snobby among us. <br />
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However, it's beyond refreshing to be getting back into (English language) literature mode of late. (There's been plenty of French literature, which is fun in its own right: my current read in that language is <i>Monsieur Larose, est-il l'assassin, </i>a wonderfully vocabulary-and-slang rich psychological parody of the detective novel by one of Belgium's greats, Fernand Crommelynck.) Of course, getting back into the English stuff has required that I reconcile myself with the (rather abhorrent) idea of "reading books online." I'm not a fan for several reasons, not restricted to my Bourgeois bias in favor of the smell of paper and the palpable roughness of its surface (I tell you, it makes a difference, seeing the way the ink has sunk into the slightly porous pages, rendering the letters coarser, individualizing them in a way you don't get onscreen). Reading something on a laptop also a.) restricts your movement to places with an (accessible) wireless connection, b.) kind of wears on your eyes after a while, and c.) makes the reading feel cursory. However, it's not like there are English used-book stores everywhere around here, and I'm not about to buy any book that I don't love for full price at one of the many Barnes and Nobles-like establishments in the city. Admittedly, "not everywhere" and "unavailable" are two very different things: I could find the used English books if I wanted to, but motivation is lacking, since I then face the problem of transporting them back to the States. <br />
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Fortunately, I did bring one American novel, Saul Bellow's <i>The Victim, </i>along with me; I've been hoarding it up for the "ideal moment" as stingily as I used to hoard up Easter candy as a child. With the end of the semester now in sight, I've begun it, but am still reading it <i>very slowly, </i>preferring to savor it in the park during those rare afternoons when it is actually not raining. It's a good book so far, though I'm loathe to judge before having finished the story. The writing, at any rate, is elegant--simple in the best of senses, and adept at conveying and making realistic an emotional state (chez the main character) that could be easily overwrought or absurd. The violence of the "antagonist's" emotion and the sense of self-disgust that begins to pervade the protagonist's mindset about halfway through the novel reminds me a lot of Dostoevsky. In fact, I'd have to say it's one of the most thoroughly Dostoevskian post-Dostoevsky works I've encountered. The notable difference here is that the most "Dostoevskian" character is in fact not the protagonist, but someone who's set himself up to work on the protagonist and force the poor guy to share (penitentially, as it were) in his own sentiments of self-loathing. <br />
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My more recent online reading (after an excellent short story by Edith Pearlman, <a href="http://www.commentarymagazine.com/article/settlers/">available at <i>Commentary </i>magazine</a>) has been Kate Chopin's <i>Awakening. </i>Once again, I'm only about halfway through and thus unable to comment on the story itself. The writing, however, is lovely; not quite Virginia Woolf lovely, but certainly lovely enough to lure the reader into the romanticism of Old Louisiana even as the plot remains somewhat critically aloof of the society it describes. Should be interesting to see how it concludes.<br />
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Apropos of little, I've also been reading a lot of Foucault and Hume lately. Mostly for my own "edification" (if one can say "edifying" of either one with a straight face--I am doubtful). Hume I'm rereading mostly out of interest (causality is a continually fascinating topic). However, Foucault's discussions of the discourse of power inherent in any formulation of history and of the way that history itself shapes notions of ethics is certainly relevant to my studies regarding the development of national identities and nationalism (and the ways the different historical circumstances of the Middle East makes certain presuppositions about those societies frankly absurd).Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-53429312198712060072012-04-19T06:08:00.001-04:002012-04-19T07:59:35.662-04:00Feminism, Wages, and How Protest Movements Support "The Man"I guess I'm kind of a feminist. I'm an educated woman living in the 21st century. I have a B.A., I'm enrolled in a Master's program, I've spent a year in Belgium on a Fulbright grant. I intend to have a career. I hate movies and books with weak, fainting heroines. I get angry when I hear about Muslim women being stoned to death at the mere accusation of "impurity," and I find it repulsive that until 1981 in Italy, a “crime of honor”—killing your wife for being unfaithful
or your sister for having premarital sex—could be treated as a lesser
offense than other murders (and that the attitudes allowing for that law <i>seem </i>to have been <a href="http://www.repubblica.it/2007/09/sezioni/cronaca/uxoricida-2-giorni/uxoricida-2-giorni/uxoricida-2-giorni.html">operative as late as 2007</a>--though I don't know the details of the case).<br />
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But then again, maybe I'm not. Not a feminist, that is. It all depends, really, on what you want the term to mean, and as I've gotten older I've come to realize more and more that like most labels in contemporary life ("capitalist," "conservative," "liberal," "environmentalist"), the term is wildly ambiguous. That ambiguity is one of the more frustrating aspects of the contemporary experience; how can you expect to have a fruitful, rational discussion about, say, political positions, with anyone when the terms "conservative," "Tea Party," "liberal," "progressive," and so on all need to be painstakingly redefined before the conversation can even begin?<br />
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See, my gut instinct is to recoil from the term "feminist" as though it were the verbal equivalent of a big, hairy wolf spider (the worst kind, barring tarantulas). That's because when I hear the word, I immediately envision State Representatives at the Governor's mansion scribbling the words "Girl Power" in bubble letters on a white board within a border of bloated, magic-marker flowers. I recall sitting around in circles at Girl Scouts, weaving and painting flower pots while being encouraged to talk about "feelings"--because apparently "Girl Power" means casting off boyish things, such as actual fun (camping, hiking, canoeing -- isn't that what scouting should be about?). I also remember heartily despising it all. This sort of feminism (and its proponents) appeared rather stupid...even to a second or third grader. I also despise several positions that by many are considered staples of feminism: most importantly pro-abortion-ism. (I disagree with the typical secular feminist positions on contraception and the "bias against women" evidenced by an all-male priesthood, but I don't despise them, because for those lacking the proper theological background they're not without a logic of their own.) I certainly despise the idea that to be a strong woman, in charge of your own body, you need to have a "right" to kill babies--half of whom are, of course, future women. (Whatever happened to Madeleine Albright's "I have always said, there is a special place in hell for women who don't help other women"? Ah the hypocrisy.)<br />
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But I'm not primarily writing to complain about bad childhood experiences with a Spice Girls-inspired girl power doctrine, nor to rant about our cultural blindness to "murders of convenience." I'm writing because of <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2012/04/why-the-us-economy-is-biased-against-men/256023/">this article recently published in the <i>Atlantic</i></a>. The issue it treats, that of the oft-cited income disparity between men and women, is one about which I have mixed feelings.<br />
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Now, speaking from my experience alone, the idea that women are discriminated against appears more than a little ridiculous. I've definitely grown up in a time, place, and social circle that tends to a.) see women, especially young women, as much more dependable and therefore job-worthy than guys of the same age, and b.) explicitly privileges women in many of the ways that the author of the above piece mentions. I know that I've had greater access to scholarships than many of my male peers, and I've sensed in more than one college class (even at a school as conservative as the University of Dallas) a certain bias towards female students (in that my reasons for being late or missing a class were often given more credence than a guy's equally valid ones). To an achievement-oriented personality, this privileged position can actually chafe a bit. I want to achieve things because <i>I achieve them, </i>not because of my gender. It's vaguely humiliating to imagine that some of what I've accomplished has been enabled by the fact that I was born a woman, and the mere possibility lessens the amount of satisfaction I find in having accomplished "this much." I look at the demographics of the Fulbright grantees in Belgium (one guy, eight girls), for instance, and have to wonder whether, as a male student from UD, I would have won the position. <br />
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The article above also brings up the highly misleading quality of statistics. It's another pet peeve of mine that people tend to put so much faith in one of the most inexcusable instances of reason-from-instantiation of which I can conceive (I hold a grudge against Auguste Comte for essentially founding the social sciences on this basis. Adolphe Quetelet was at least as responsible though). I've already given a few examples in this blog--Ron Paul can be read as a pro-abortion radical if you take certain votes out of context, much as Rick Santorum can be read as a raving progressive. If you only poll in the bluest of the blue states, the "pro-life" movement appears to be a fringe crusade; if you look at the unemployment numbers in the states without realizing that they account for only a fraction of the actually unemployed, our economy doesn't look so bad. Seventy-seven cents to the dollar looks like a pretty bad statistic. Maybe it is. Maybe women really are still secretly being discriminated against in a way that I've never had an opportunity to see. I admit: that probably is the root of some portion of the disparity. <br />
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The real question though, is "is gender-based discrimination a <i>sufficient </i>causal explanation for the wage disparity between men and women?" While the answer may or may not be as cut and dry as Marty Nemko suggests, it seems to me that there are plenty of other possible explanations for this "hard evidence that women are still subject to widespread discrimination." One bit of information that I found particularly interesting is summarized in a table reporting wage disparity in relation to age (about a third of the way down on <a href="http://www.catalyst.org/publication/217/womens-earnings-and-income">this page</a>). Essentially, we see here that the "77%" statistic is by no means a constant as people age. At my age and slightly older, women's earnings are very close to equivalent with men's: nearly 93%. The percentage drops at a fairly constant rate until it comes to women's earnings after age 65, at which point it rises slightly. To some, this would indicate one thing and one thing only: women's status in the workforce is improving, if slowly; the greater wage disparity between older men and older women indicates that when these women were entering the workforce, they faced greater discrimination and enjoyed less opportunity for advancement than did their male peers. This might indeed explain some of the gap. There's another rather important point to consider though. What about all the women who take time off to raise children between the ages of, say, twenty three and forty? What about all of those who prefer to hold a part-time position while their children are still young? Now, I'm not saying that the wage disparity is explained by averaging the earnings of working women with the lack thereof of non-working women (or the low ones of the part-time employees): these statistics are only looking at full time employees, obviously. No, what I'd like people to consider is the very very basic question "how do people get raises?" From what I understand, you tend to get bumped up to a higher pay rank <i>after you've worked in a place for a long time. </i>Higher levels of experience also count for a lot when you're applying to a higher-paying job. Think of what that does to wages: for the men (and women) who remain in their careers long-term, wages rise gradually, almost inevitably with time. If you're returning to the full-time workforce after several (or more) years away from it, or of only part time involvement, of course you won't be making as much. It's a fairly simple observation, and one that certainly holds true at least to some extent. Whether it can account for the entirety of the wage gap is another story. It probably can't.<br />
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Another, oft-cited point is that women and men tend to make different choices regarding their type of employment. Women often choose to find work in the education profession (especially elementary school), in secretarial positions, as nurses rather than doctors and as dental hygienists rather than dentists. It's not that they can't handle the higher levels of education and experience required of say, college professors (though that's by no means a male dominated field), CEOs, doctors, or dentists. But if you are a woman who does want a family, you're facing essentially the same dilemma that many career women in their twenties face: a family or a high-powered job/extra education? When people point out that men tend to earn more in many of these traditionally female-dominated careers, I have to wonder how much of that is sexism and how much of it might be a.) encouragement (male elementary school teachers are unfortunately hard to come by), or b.) if a man is going to <i>choose </i>such a profession, it's probably because he's either unusually good at it or because it's a higher-paying position in the first place: you're more likely to find a man working as a secretary for a CEO than a man working as the secretary at your local dentist's office.<br />
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Now, one may argue of course that women <i>shouldn't have to choose</i> between family and a great career. They should be able to have it all. Society should help them with childcare so that they can go ahead and get that education, so that they can grab that promotion. Maybe one would be correct. I know that, for myself I can't help at least sympathizing with the frustration, only because, as already mentioned, I'm achievement-oriented and want a career. And a family.<br />
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I also want to be the world's greatest mountaineer, a black belt in every variety of martial arts, a marathon runner, an expert in botany and a much better pianist.<br />
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Sometimes we have to choose between "wants."<br />
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Maybe there is still gender discrimination out there in the US. There certainly is in the rest of the world. But see, what really gets me riled up about the whole gender inequality debate is the way it privileges a certain definition of "success" and "worth" over any other. The same goes for most formulations of the race debate. And the social class debate. We've gotten so used to seeing success and worth in purely economic terms that even those who rail against "corporate America and its amorality" are still using the same definitions to give an account of what makes life worth living. (That's my biggest problem with Marxism too, incidentally.) How is it liberating to argue that what we need to do to destroy the monopoly of big business and the allure of excessive wealth is to ensure that those who by some standards don't have it, get it? Women are only really liberated if they are just as interested as men in high-powered careers (because if they're not, the only <i>possible </i>explanation is that the male-dominated hierarchy has been brainwashing them from infancy to be submissive). They're only liberated if they're willing to put academia and a paycheck above family and friends. <br />
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So, the best way to be a feminist is to encourage women to become the worst possible version of the (male) WASP stereotype? Remind me again why it's bad to want children? Oh, right, because they get in the way of education/career. Why is education/career better than children? Because it just is! Because we (feminists) say so. Because if you think otherwise, you must be conforming. <br />
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As I already said, and as is probably fairly evident from this blog, I'm the last person to start devaluing education. Or careers. And the satire in the above paragraph is, like all satire exaggerated. The feminist movement has, over the past hundred and fifty years or so, accomplished a lot of good, in my opinion. And most individual feminists are probably (especially now) willing to admit that children are not an inherently bad thing and may even be to some extent desirable. Nonetheless, even that mild version of feminism buys into the pervasive rhetoric of money-as-power, and degree-pursuant education as the primary worthy achievement. Insofar as it does that, feminism is useless. It's useless because it can't change anything fundamental; it can only turn the tables and make men the underdogs.<br />
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A truly counter-cultural feminism, one that would really stick it to the proverbial man, would be one that celebrated all of a woman's accomplishments as having their proper dignity. One that recognized the responsibility of caring for a human person as at least as challenging, exciting, and heroic a enterprise as that of starting a business or being granted a Ph.D.<br />
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And hey, let's not forget that that sort of cultural revolution would do an awful lot to get men on board with the child-raising. Right now we say "women should have what you have because it's worth more; get ye to the family and feed the kids." So the family remains the item of lesser importance and the men relegated to its care grow to resent it. Smart, smart move.<br />
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<b>Note: </b>After writing this, I remembered that I also wanted to relate our society's broken value system to our tendency to consider certain jobs as "more worthwhile" than others. What annoys me the most, for fairly obvious reasons, is the way we cast aspersions on those in the teaching profession, especially elementary and middle school educators. There are plenty of bad teachers out there, which is unfortunate. But there's nothing about the profession itself that warrants the denigration it receives. In point of fact, education is one of the most influential professions out there, and "underachieving" female teachers are in a position to shape the way the CEO's of tomorrow think. (Which is, of course, a fantastic reason to give the profession a little more respect and stop glutting it with people who can barely do basic math, but that's another point entirely.)Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-91380970263446797712012-03-25T05:07:00.001-04:002012-03-25T05:07:18.497-04:00Oh, Academia<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://writing-program.uchicago.edu/toys/randomsentence/write-sentence.htm"> http://writing-program.uchicago.edu/toys/randomsentence/write-sentence.htm</a><br />
<a href="http://www.elsewhere.org/pomo/">http://www.elsewhere.org/pomo/ </a><br />
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These two rather delightful webpages have made a bit of a splash in the UD facebook world of late. Each one, taken on its own, does more to explain why I'm not going into academia than would several hours of lecturing on the "state of higher education." Of course, these are satirical, but the oh-so-true part of it all is that a good half of half the critical articles I read over the course of my undergraduate (in particular those I read while studying <i>Mrs. Dalloway</i>) sounded more or less like this. That is, a good portion of the authors seemed perfectly comfortable with taking a few key words from their main argument, combining them <i>almost </i>randomly, and using them to fairly blatantly pad the writing. I thought we learned not to do that in high school?Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-2347899306144613492012-03-03T18:25:00.002-05:002012-03-03T18:26:57.337-05:00Capitalism vs. Corporatism, AgainI've expressed my disapproval of the current usage of the term "capitalism" several times <a href="http://sesquipadalianmusings.blogspot.com/2011/12/contraception-vatican-ii-and-few.html">before on this blog</a>. My recent perusal of "Project Syndicate" updates led me to <a href="http://www.project-syndicate.org/commentary/phelps14/English">this article</a>, which upholds my basic point, but elucidates it in much more economically savvy language than I would have been able to come up with. Capitalism vs. Corporatism. A rather important distinction to be able to make.Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-33582025824519860612012-02-09T08:56:00.002-05:002012-02-09T09:36:18.412-05:00Salomé, Wilde, and FreudWhat I knew about Oscar Wilde's play "Salomé" before last night was as follows: he wrote it in French while gadding about in Paris with a bunch of symbolists. He was particularly influenced by none other than Maurice Maeterlinck; he's quoted as attributing his use of French to Maeterlinck's example, since "a great deal of the curious effect that Maeterlinck produces comes from the fact that he, a Flamand by grace, writes in an alien language." And if Strauss' German libretto is any indication, Wilde was influenced by the Belgian in more than his choice to write in a foreign language. Repetition, repetition, repetition. The obsessive, incantatory, at times even frantic repetition that structures Maeterlinck's theatrical works from start to finish is very much in play in this opera. Of course, when you think of Maeterlinck, you're thinking of a theater of non-action (or as close to it as one can get: in his "ideal world", you would have had marionettes performing his plays, moving only when absolutely necessary). Characters stand around in ominously darkened castles, aware that a nameless "something" is wrong; the repetitive dialogue (or more often, alternating monologues) manifest the interior dramas of the various characters as they react--not just once, but over and over, obsessively--to the fact that "things fall apart; the centre cannot hold". Salomé is, by contrast, about as visually dramatic as you can get, in some respects. Yet despite the dramatic allure of the Biblical story to a decadent aesthete like Wilde, the core of the drama here is interior as well: we're essentially watching the Freudian conflict between eros and thanatos play out, and beneath that (and possibly more crucially) a kind of semi-neo-platonist conflict between eros-as-sexuality* (material) vs. eros-as-religious-impulse (spiritual) (both of which are, from the little I understand of Freud, allowed for in his definition of eros). <br />
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As in Maeterlinck's plays, repetition here is a signal of obsession. Salomé comes out from a banquet into the courtyard, disturbed by her stepfather's obsession with her; her complaints are interrupted by a cry from John the Baptist, who is imprisoned nearby, but just out of view. Instantly, she becomes the one obsessed, now with the Baptist, whom she clearly recognizes as someone in some way "special". And here the "structure of threes" commences. The opera takes place in three main parts (I don't know if you'd call them "acts" exactly or what; my technical opera vocabulary is non-existent), but beyond that nearly every interaction between characters is threefold: question/demand-answer-comment and then repetition of the pattern with slight variations. Salomé tries three times to seduce Narraboth, the main guard (who is himself clearly a bit obsessed with her), in order to get him to go against his orders and let her see John. John is accordingly let out when Narraboth capitulates; Salomé is fascinated by his intransigence and complete dedication to a higher calling, and tries three times to seduce him.<br />
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It's here, during the attempt to seduce John the Baptist, that we really start to see the tragedy unfold. Her first appearance gives us the impression (at least, as the role is performed by the very excellent Nicola Beller Carbone) of a spoiled, slightly scatterbrained young girl, appropriately disturbed by her stepfather's inappropriate interest, but otherwise very much what you might expect the stereotypical "princess" to be. It's when she's interacting with the Baptist, however, that we begin to realize that she's dangerously on the verge of a complete collapse into madness. And it simultaneously becomes tragically clear that the single figure who the audience might expect to be able to help her is utterly incapable of doing so. John is an intransigent figure here, faithfully proclaiming God's judgment of Herod's house; he is moral, yet also inhuman. The guards, Herod, and the party guests see the prophet accordingly only as a threat, either to royal power or orthodox theology: his unearthliness causes him to be treated not as one dedicated to God, but simply as a non-human. Salomé is the only one to break from the mold in her treatment of the prophet. She recognizes him as a human being and attempts to interact with him as such; she is clearly in some ways susceptible to the message he proclaims. What keeps her from being able to accept it is first John's own intransigence, and second, her own inability to comprehend any sort of "love" beyond the sexual. <br />
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So then, Salomé tries to seduce the prophet three times. He rebuffs her three times, as he is clearly supposed to do. Rather than attempting to show her the proper way to respond to his message, however, he can see her only as the offspring of sin. Hence the maledictions and accusations: she is "the daughter of Herodias", the member of a house accursed by God; nothing more. Around his third refusal (if I'm remembering the numbering correctly), he does seem to begin to realize that there actually is a person in front of him, pleading in her own misdirected way for recognition. He still cannot help her, but he does tell her essentially "Look, I can't help you; you're from a cursed house and my role is to proclaim the judgment of God. But there's this guy from Galilee who forgives sins...you should head over to him." All well and good, but then we realize just how incapable Salomé is of taking this advice: the words make no impact whatsoever. She repeats verbatim what she had been insisting before (I think it was "I want to kiss your mouth, Jochanaan" at this point). We begin to realize that whatever her history may be (and it is hinted more and more as the opera goes on that this history involves Herod and his incestuous interest in her), it has left her incapable of comprehending any form of eros beyond the sexual; thus John's religious eros attracts her, yet she is without the resources necessary to respond appropriately. <br />
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That is more or less the heart of the drama of the play. Salomé is eventually driven to such a frenzy at John's refusal that she shoots Narraboth, killing him, before she returns to the banquet just before the intermezzo. Things are kind of going pretty badly.<br />
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The second "act" is by far the most visually interesting, possibly to make up for the fact that this is now more or less the Biblical story as we know it. The settings modernize the opera; the courtyard outside had been a bullet-riddled cement wall with furniture stacked hastily at one end, pointing to the fragility of Herod's reign. This "reign" is in the second act implied to be little more than a series of parties in a "gilded cage" (again, the obvious reading of the set here; the room is surrounded by a cage-like wooden framework, softened by gauzy sheets stretched between beams, the whole rendered chintzily glamorous by the extravagant banquet table at the center and ostentatious chandelier overhanging it all). I was a bit skeptical of the modernization in the first act--really, guns, black suits, and machine guns are kind of hackneyed by now--but was quickly won over by the fantastic performance and kind of magnificent lighting. On the other hand, the modern setting worked really, really well in the second act. Herod was a fat, dirty, sunglasses-wearing dictator; the type you'd associate with some petty tyranny somewhere in the Balkans or, more recently, the Middle East. Herodias was a vile, spiteful woman in ostentatiously-bejeweled red, whose hatred of John for "saying bad things about her" was overwhelming; even so, as my friend pointed out, she was allowed her brief humanizing moments in her not <i>completely </i>self-interested distress at Herod's behavior towards her daughter. The minor characters here made it all the more fun to watch: at one particularly excellent point, the Jewish elders attending the banquet begin to argue about who John the Baptist is; it soon degenerates into a theologically-motivated pie-fight in one of the really funny moments of the performance. Herod, in the mean time, runs around with a video camera, videotaping arguments and pie-throwing in his drunken hilarity, only to always end up getting distracted by recording Salomé who through much of the scene sits in a chair in the corner, doing nothing, visibly preoccupied by her interview with John.<br />
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What I found to be particularly excellent about the choice to modernize the settings, however, was the way it allowed the piece to reimagine the (in)famous "Dance of the Seven Veils". That of course, is what both play and opera are most famous for, its mere inclusion having been a pretext for banning both from the stage in the US and England for years after their debuts. And the performance has, from what I see, certainly ranged from slightly sketchy to very, very much so indeed. Here, the "dance" shown on stage was very brief indeed, soon giving way to the projection of a dvd filmed so that Herod appears to be holding the camera (I'm not certain that most of the reviewers are correct in thinking that he actually <i>was </i>holding the camera; the guard visible in the mirror kind of belies that reading, as does Herod's excitement at seeing it). Anyway, just as the dvd starts to get really sketchy, the projector is turned around so that the image is now invisible to the audience but projecting out onto it. Now that's certainly directorial innovation; both a commentary of sorts the controversial history of the opera and a questioning of why the audience is there. Surely we are not voyeurs like Herod...right? <br />
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Not surprisingly, it was this innovation that's drawn the most critical condemnation. It was a "'Salomé' privée de sensualité", one paper said. "Très clinquante et trop froide" declared another. The English-language reviews were likewise critical of the decision, saying that it departed catastrophically from Wilde's intentions in the original play, that it was "cold" and insufficiently sensual (by contrast everyone seemed to find the singers anything but "cold"; Carbone's performance in particular was highly praised). Well, yes, the way it was presented did play down the sensuality of the scene and play up its disturbing aspect. But I have to wonder whether that is so very destructive to Wilde's interpretation of the Biblical story? True, shocking sensuality is something he probably intended, knowing Wilde. But this simple shock value, as this director seems to have realized, can distract from the fundamentally Freudian conflict driving the opera.<br />
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I am unsure as to whether or not Wilde was familiar with Freud's writings (I think the latter was a bit later), but the two writers do come from the same artistic generation, and Freud's "discoveries" are less "discovered" than coherently articulated by that author. Basic concepts like the potential for confusion between eros-as-sexuality and eros-as-religious-impulse (neoplatonism, anyone?) or the conflict between eros and thanatos (Greek plays, obviously) have been present in art and philosophy throughout history, and were so much at the forefront of thought in Wilde's time that I'd be very surprised if his original play didn't involve those subtexts. What's more, Strauss recognized them in the play and deliberately highlighted them in the opera, from what I've read.<br />
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The projection of the dvd out onto the audience and the implied commentary on the audience's reasons for being there is, as I already admitted, a directorial innovation. But the very existence of the dvd, with a very child-like Salomé as the object and the suggested identification of Herod as filmmaker, if not in fact than in principle, has the effect of highlighting the implication that Salomé's inability to respond properly to John's eros-as-religious-impulse is due to Herod's behavior. About as importantly, it ensures that the audience will be disturbed by what is going on without being distracted from the fact that it <i>ought </i>to be disturbed. I don't necessarily find that to be a bad thing. Of course, if art is solely a question of pushing boundaries and violating the (non-existant, by now?) "bourgeois comfort zone", then, yes, the dvd was a sell-out. As it happens, that's not how I see art, so....<br />
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The structure of threes continues throughout this act and into the final one. You see Herod's threefold appeal to Salomé to eat; her threefold refusal. Herod's threefold appeal to her to dance, culminating in her agreement when he makes the fateful promise "I'll give you anything you want". When she finally requests the head of John the Baptist, Herod tries to bribe her three times to change her request, and finally gives up upon her third refusal. You also notice the three "unnatural loves" that are the reason anything happens at all: Narraboth's "unnatural" class-denying love that allows Salomé to meet the Baptist in the first place; Herod's unnatural "love" for Salomé, and finally the initially ignorant, and eventually completely perverted love of Salomé for John. <br />
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The final act is the bringing of John's head to Salomé, and features the only real prolonged solo of the opera. The threefold structure of response-answer-comment that had ruled over Salomé's previous interactions with the prophet gives way. He is no longer even capable of the most unhelpful response, and so she must answer her own questions which she poses to the prophet's slowly-bleeding head. It becomes painfully obvious, if it hadn't already been, that she has remained so stuck in materiality, unable to ascend to John's spiritual heights, that her desire for him has been reduced to desire for his body--here, obviously, the head. She repeats the praises of his eyes, hair, and lips, as in the first act. Response now is even more impossible than it had been, and John's head stands on the table now utterly objectified. That is, of course, the irony of the play. The only character who had been remotely capable of interacting with John as a person has found it impossible to communicate with him, and has ended by making him, quite literally, an object. Material and nothing more. The obsessive repetition-- "your eyes, your hair, your lips", again and again--crescendos until she finally kisses the head and sings in tragic triumph her last words in the opera: "Ich habe deinen Mund geküsst, Jochanaan." Herod, disgusted at what has happened without, of course, seeming at all conscious of his own role in the matter, violently supplies the final response: "kill this woman".<br />
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This is, as one critic describes it, "ecstasy falling in upon itself, crumbling into the abyss". It's at this point, at the moment when thanatos--the destructive impulse that is in constant conflict with the creative impulse of eros--stands alone and victorious. We realize at this point why it is that destruction and disappointment has overshadowed the opera from the beginning. It's not simply that the audience (probably) already knows how the story ends (that certainly plays into audience response to the story, but <i>how</i> is not a question to answer now). It's that, again, Salomé has been from the beginning of distinguishing between the two types of eros, and John, who one might expect to be able to teach her, has been incapable of expressing it, precisely because he is incapable of recognizing her as a distinct human being. The two characters are opposites who "should" be made compatible, but "circumstances" have made that impossible: Salomé and John are both doomed from the start. Thanatos cannot but be victorious when eros is unnaturally divided against itself, and so that's precisely how the opera ends: with a jarringly discordant chord and two executions. Nice, eh?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*Throughout I'm making the distinction between "eros-as-sexuality" and "eros-as-religious-impulse"; that former term in particular is reductive. One of the most important points the opera/play brings up is that it is absolutely necessary to recognize other human beings as human beings if eros itself is not to succumb to thanatos. The ability to do so correlates within the confines of the narrative with what I awkwardly describe as "eros-as-sexuality". It is, however, apparent that if John could respond properly, or if Salomé actually went "to the Galilean" as John instructs, this recognition of person-as-person need not be actually <i>sexual </i>in the non-theological understanding of the term<i>;</i> that is, it's not John's celibacy that prevents him from responding. I've been using the term, awkward as it is, mostly as an acknowledgement that's the only means open for <i>Salomé </i><i></i>to recognize a person as a person: hence "eros" for her is even more limited than using the term as a blanket would suggest. </span>Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-80428224270533025732012-02-08T19:38:00.001-05:002012-02-08T19:43:40.793-05:00A Preface to Nothing, ReallyI went to the opera tonight. No big deal...just sort of showed up about a half hour before and got "last minute" student tickets with a friend. Tickets for what would have been very, very expensive seats at La Monnaie.<br />
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Walking back, I had one of those moments of historical-hyper-consciousness (when lacking a better term one may as well use the most absurd, eh?) of the sort that Wordsworth would have worried himself to half his weight trying to describe. The sort that involves Belgian revolutions, the "historical trauma" of Walloon and Flemish collaboration and resistance during the 1940s, historical taboos vis à vis the mistreatment of the Congo, September 11, the TSA, ancient Rome, the development of nationalism in western Europe, images from the recently-watched <i>Pianist </i>and less-recently-watched <i>Joyeux Noel, </i>various and present challenges to the US Constitution, the weird (to an American) fact that Belgians actually have a <i>king</i>, Trappist breweries dating back hundreds (!) of years, demolition, Victor Horta, Joseph Poelaert, <i>la Belle Epoque, </i>shopping on Boulevard Anspach, and yes, Belgian revolutions...this time in relation to the EU. But, as is typical during such moments, these things didn't really "pass through the mind" as things usually do; rather the moment was one of those in which the particulars are held before the consciousness while what one is primarily aware of is the fact that the self which is conscious of all of these things (a very <i>je est un autre </i>moment; thanks Rimbaud) actually <i>is, </i>and <i>is </i>in a historical context.* That one exists in a history that is no less historical than any of the things about which one is thinking and that all the historical characters thought in a way that is very much the way one is thinking. That's something I <i>think </i>about all the time, intellectually. But intellectual "understanding" and emotional understanding are not identical, though the latter is properly a completion of the other, not something that ought to exist in isolation. (Which is another sense in which Wordsworth is quite right. I should really give that guy more credit than I want to.)<br />
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In any case, I don't know that being in Europe--and actually watching an opera at the place where the Belgian revolution from the Netherlands broke out in an opera house built by Joseph Poelaert (personal architect to that same Leopold II who was responsible for so many improvements being made around Brussels at the expense of the Congolese) in the effective capital of the EU--does all that much to encourage such moments. It makes a wider variety of historical experience more immediate, and being a visitor to a place does obviously heighten the <i>je est un autre </i>effect. But that latter can happen even on a trip to the ocean. And plenty of history has "happened" in any town in the US. <br />
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Well, that was all meant to lead into something about my reading lately. Which has been, not surprisingly, a lot of history. Some literary-critical, but even that has been history-oriented. However, since Operas tend to run Late, I am Tired, and wanting sleep. So my hopefully-brief post about the opera itself will have to be (forgive the exhaustion-induced pun, but I must make it) <i>post-</i>poned. And my post about historical consciousness, its manifestations in Europe, its curious absence from certain eras of American life (now is not one of them, I might argue), and what it means to be an American in Europe if your first name is not Henry, and how that affects your ability to empathetically comprehend your own historical existence ...well, that also will have to be postponed (but in this second case, I think it likely that the post will be written only in my head; pauvre lecteur!)<br />
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*<span style="font-size: x-small;">Note: it is annoying to describe consciousness without relying upon
philosophical terms, but philosophical terms generally lack a certain
immediacy; poetic description would be better, but that takes real
work.</span>Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-21106329499583135092012-01-26T14:30:00.000-05:002012-01-26T14:32:22.852-05:00Freedom of Conscience in the USA<blockquote class="tr_bq">
"With her long tradition of respect for the right relationship
between faith and reason, the Church has a critical role to play in countering
cultural currents which, on the basis of an extreme individualism, seek to
promote notions of freedom detached from moral truth. Our tradition does not
speak from blind faith, but from a rational perspective which links our
commitment to building an authentically just, humane and prosperous society to
our ultimate assurance that the cosmos is possessed of an inner logic accessible
to human reasoning. <i>The Church’s defense of a moral reasoning based on the
natural law is grounded on her conviction that this law is not a threat to our
freedom, but rather a “language” which enables us to understand ourselves and
the truth of our being, and so to shape a more just and humane world.</i> She thus
proposes her moral teaching as a message not of constraint but of liberation,
and as the basis for building a secure future."</blockquote>
--From Pope Benedict's Address to the Bishops of the U.S., Jan. 2012<br />
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This paragraph really stood out in the midst of a generally excellent and very relevant speech on the role of Catholics in a society in which freedom of conscience is being increasingly infringed upon. Partly because the whole "natural law" concept is one of the most taboo ones you can bring up in academia, and academia is where I am right now, I particularly liked the italicized sentence: a simple and eloquent way of putting it, even if that alone won't convince anyone adhering to (more or less) total relativism. <br />
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The whole speech is short, very worth a read, and available <a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/speeches/2012/january/documents/hf_ben-xvi_spe_20120119_bishops-usa_en.html">here</a>. In case, by some chance, you are unaware of the circumstances surrounding the speech, here's an overview: <a href="http://www.catholic-convert.com/2012/01/21/obama-gives-catholics-one-year-to-learn-to-violate-their-consciences/">http://www.catholic-convert.com/2012/01/21/obama-gives-catholics-one-year-to-learn-to-violate-their-consciences/</a>Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-42887495293782949402012-01-18T04:35:00.001-05:002012-01-26T14:11:32.865-05:00Two NotesThroughout the last post Maritain's <i>Creative Intuition in Art and Poetry</i> was very much on my mind. While discussing the surrealists, he talks about how theories inherently destructive to art can be held by very good artists: the key is that since the theory is destructive to art, the art they produce is produced outside of that theory. They're accomplishing something other than what they're attempting. Just another example of how artists are usually the worst at figuring out what's actually going on in a piece of art. The trouble starts when they begin using vague terms like "irrationality," "anti-rationality," "the beyond," "magic," etc. Oy.<br />
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Also, does this bit from Maurice Maeterlinck's "Fauves Las" remind you of anything?<br />
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Les chiens jaunes de mes péchés,<br />
Les hyènes louches de mes haines,<br />
Et sur l'ennui pâle des plaines<br />
Les lions de l'amour couchés !</blockquote>
Awkward literal translation: "The yellow
dogs of my sins,/ The squint-eyed hyenas of my hates,/ And on the pale ennui of the flatlands/ The lions of love lying down." Later there's the great phrase "les brebis des tentations": "the sheep/flock of temptations."<br />
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The first two lines in and the "flock of temptations" made me think of Eliot (no surprise there). For comparison:<br />
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Those who sharpen the tooth of the dog, meaning <br />
Death <br />
Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird, meaning <br />
Death <br />
Those who sit in the sty of contentment, meaning <br />
Death <br />
Those who suffer the ecstasy of the animals, meaning <br />
Death </blockquote>
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It's from "Marina," and while the two poems are not similar in much else (the former is the quintessential anti-narrative poem, while the latter is much more narrative-driven than the usual poem), the use of animals as symbolic of things with which they have no conventional association is a classic symbolist move on Eliot's part. If anything, Maeterlinck's yellow dogs and squint-eyed hyenas are closer to being conventional symbols than Eliot's dogs and pigs. You can interpret the dog, hummingbird, pig, "ecstasy of the animals" as representing four of the seven deadly sins, of course. But then, interpretation is welcome in symbolist poems; it's just not going to be internally verifiable (contrast Wordsworth's reaper: he's a symbol too, but Wordsworth spends a whole poem interpreting him <i>for </i>us). <br />
<br />Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-90841712456402583232012-01-17T03:59:00.000-05:002012-01-18T04:10:29.242-05:00Symbolists and Parnassians: How good theory gets adopted by bad theoristsThis is from Eccles' introduction to <i>A Century of French Poets. </i>It's an older work, a bit prior to the codification of literary theoretical methods in the later 20th century. But this is still one of the clearer, more succinct explanations of symbolism that I've encountered.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">"Of the many tendencies imputed to symbolism this
is the most characteristic -- out of an acuter perception of what all poets
have always known, that words are insufficient if their power is bounded
by their meaning, emerged an audacious doctrine which branded their
representative function as inferior, and sought to shift the poetical interest
from what they signify to what they may suggest. In the Parnassian system
description was paramount, and feeling sprang from it immediately: the emotion
which symbolism pursues bears no constant relation to the objects represented
or the ideas expressed; rather it aims at the recovery of vanished moods
by curious incantations, by the magical use of verbal atmosphere. To fashion
a true likeness of the material world it holds a vain and illusory undertaking:
It values sights, sounds, scents, and savours for their secret affinities
with states of the soul .... "
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Three years of on-and-off study, and I still can't quite figure out <i>what </i>I think of the symbolists. Plato, Aristotle, Descartes; Eliot, Woolf, Faulkner, and the French classicists: the philosophers and the "idea" artists are a piece of cake ("idea" artists is a careless term that I don't care to correct beyond saying that I'm talking about "artists who have rational ideas, though their art is not limited to the rational; I'm <i>not </i>talking about platonists). It's these irrationalists that confuse me, these strange artists who believe in some sort of incantatory art--the symbolists--or the anti-rationalists--the Dadaists, surrealists, even (in my opinion) the more extreme existentialists. There's nothing more frustrating to an academic than not "understanding" something. Artists like the symbolists make good art and write terrible theory.<br />
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And is this terrible theory? Honestly, I'd be inclined to think so. The Parnassians tended to not be such good writers. They were more like skilled minaturists whose gorgeous description rarely attained its actual goal: that of making "feeling spring from description". But while the symbolists claimed to reject description, the idea that one can use words without "describing" anything is pure nonsense. Words are descriptive in a fundamental way: what you're doing when you're speaking is describing concepts which without language would be unformulated, and without <i>commonly understood </i>words would be incommunicable. These concepts in turn do not derive from some "idea cloud" floating somewhere overhead (sorry Socrates), nor do they have their roots purely in the individual psyche, at least not in<i> </i>any practical sense<i> </i>(even if one is to admit the rational possibility that our interaction with everything around us is "in our heads"--sorry Gilbert Ryle--we still <i>act </i>as though it were real). Concepts have their roots in those sights, sounds, scents, and savours that the symbolists value, but you can't separate these things from their physicality. If you want to communicate their "secret affinities with states of the soul," you have to deal with the thing which has the affinity as it is. To evoke these affinities you don't, it's true, want to have the physical itself as the final object of description. But you will need to use the physical as a means to communicate that final object, if only because concepts are incommunicable if undescribed--that is, if unarticulated. <br />
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In short the symbolists a.) rejected Parnassian theory, but b.) went right ahead and put Parnassian theory into practice in a much more vigorous manner than the Parnassians did. The claim to use words "magically" (and yes, there was plenty of occult background chez some of those fellows; more the painters than the poets) to move beyond the material world is a frustratingly illogical one. ("Magic? Really? We've come to that now, have we?") But in point of fact, the symbolists accomplished something a bit more rational than their theory would indicate (which is why someone like the eminently rational T.S. Eliot claim to have found his artistic voice through reading symbolist poetry). They rejected Parnassian theory because the Parnassians <i>applied </i>their theory in a limited manner. For them, description was something like what Flaubert understood description to be, which is great for a novel, but I think rather stupid in poetry. The symbolists realized that the power of words to evoke is not restricted to situations in which those words are being used to describe a specific <i>thing. </i>Rather, you can use them as elements, notes, say in a musical composition. You do need phrases (we're not talking about atonal-ism yet), but you don't need to limit and order those phrases to form a description (think classical music) or to a narrative (think Romanticism in both music and poetry). You simply need to design a progression of moods, which cannot be achieved without recourse to description, but which need not get bogged down in one particular description or another. The perfect musical metaphor for this? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4S2k0omoWnA&feature=related">Debussy</a>. It's no wonder that they were contemporaries. Nor, to be sure, that<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1615989923"> </a><i><a href="http://taruskinchallenge.wordpress.com/2011/01/06/debussy-and-japan/">japonisme</a> </i>was all the rage in Europe between 1870-1914. <br />
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<br />Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-51601192480192114792012-01-09T15:16:00.000-05:002012-01-09T15:16:02.441-05:00"Un bon croquis vaut mieux qu'un long discours"Nothing like using the French version of a clichéd adage to hide the fact that you're using a clichéd adage. Plus it's possible that Napoleon originated it. Which would be neat, but hardly possible to ascertain, given the multiplicity of origin stories for this one-time aphorism.<br />
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Either way, since pictures are Generally Appreciated by both those who don't have time to read and those who have plenty, here is a picture of going "To the Lighthouse" from a few years ago. I post it because it's one of the niftiest pictures I have seen, the histrionic sky and the "unhinged" angle (think of both definitions of that term) lending an otherwise ordinary composition a suggestion of drama in a manner quite appropriate to a Woolf reference. <br />
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<br />Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-72999971833827978542012-01-08T14:44:00.000-05:002012-01-09T15:06:41.368-05:00From whence we draw our inspiration...In this case from my sister's latest trip "to the lighthouse". I was rereading the book by bits and reveling in Woolf's exquisite prose (which stands in first place in my admittedly subjective aesthetic system). This bit is one of my favorites--though as soon as I say that I remember four or five other passages that deserve the distinction just as much. When one begins to quote Woolf, it's difficult indeed to stop. I think what I admire so much about her style is how very intertwined each passage of a novel is with the others. The rhythmic repetition of ideas and phrases throughout doesn't leave me bored, but fascinated, as though I'm watching a weaver at work creating a tapestry--less like the Bayeux tapestry than like a Persian rug in which the same theme is elaborated until any "perceived" is an organic emanation from the picture as a whole. Perhaps that's an excessively complicated way of saying that while you can take a chapter from, say, Jane Austen, and read it as it's own sub-narrative, almost every moment in <i>TTL </i>depends on all the others.<br />
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Yes, yes, all moments in a good novel depend on the whole for their full explication, and one can admittedly isolate narrative moments from the rest of a Woolf novel. The distinction is meant to mark <i>tendencies</i>; if the difference were as extreme as the rough Bayeux-Persian analogy, I'd find it difficult to even call Woolf's work "novels".<br />
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In any case, here's the quote, and if you go look it up in the book (third section of part II), you'll see what I mean by hating to have to stop here. In itself it's a highly poetic expression of the "modernist dilemma," and you can see from this some indication of Woolf's skill as an essayist. But it's rather unsatisfying on its own; it's a moment that deserves its context, so to speak. I've left out the only narrative moment of the third section, incidentally, which is very short in comparison to the rest, although a huge spoiler, if you care about that sort of thing. Again, read it in context though; that narrative moment makes all the difference.<br />
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But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a
cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave. Night, however, succeeds to night.
The winter holds a pack of them in store and deals them equally, they darken. Some of them hold aloft clear planets, plates
of brightness. The autumn trees, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool
cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian
sands. The autumn trees gleam in the yellow moonlight, in the light of harvest moons, the light which mellows the energy of
labour, and smooths the stubble, and brings the wave lapping blue to the shore.</blockquote>
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It seemed now as if, touched by human penitence and all its toil, divine goodness had parted the curtain and displayed
behind it, single, distinct, the hare erect; the wave falling; the boat rocking; which, did we deserve them, should be ours
always. But alas, divine goodness, twitching the cord, draws the curtain; it does not please him; he covers his treasures in
a drench of hail, and so breaks them, so confuses them that it seems impossible that their calm should ever return or that
we should ever compose from their fragments a perfect whole or read in the littered pieces the clear words of truth. For our
penitence deserves a glimpse only; our toil respite only.</blockquote>
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The nights now are full of wind and destruction; the trees plunge and bend and their leaves fly helter skelter until the
lawn is plastered with them and they lie packed in gutters and choke rain pipes and scatter damp paths. Also the sea tosses
itself and breaks itself, and should any sleeper fancying that he might find on the beach an answer to his doubts, a sharer
of his solitude, throw off his bedclothes and go down by himself to walk on the sand, no image with semblance of serving and
divine promptitude comes readily to hand bringing the night to order and making the world reflect the compass of the soul.
The hand dwindles in his hand; the voice bellows in his ear. Almost it would appear that it is useless in such confusion to
ask the night those questions as to what, and why, and wherefore, which tempt the sleeper from his bed to seek an
answer.</blockquote>
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[I should hope, incidentally, that anyone reading this would catch the Matthew Arnold reference. If you don't immediately see what I mean, please refer to "Dover Beach" for your own good.]Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-33944445049496602992012-01-07T16:05:00.000-05:002012-01-09T16:05:59.304-05:00On Language“How you must detest dining in this bear garden,” she said, making use, as she did when she was distracted, of her social
manner. So, when there is a strife of tongues, at some meeting, the chairman, to obtain unity, suggests that every one shall
speak in French. Perhaps it is bad French; French may not contain the words that express the speaker’s thoughts;
nevertheless speaking French imposes some order, some uniformity.<br />
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--<i>To the Lighthouse</i>Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-78823504497266232952012-01-06T21:22:00.004-05:002012-01-06T21:23:18.014-05:00Ron Paul and National SecurityYes, yes, I'm quoting Ron Paul, but please don't assume I'm a mindless follower. I'm still reading carefully, sifting through actual quotes and actual voting records instead of reading heavily biased things like, uh, <a href="http://www.redstate.com/erick/2012/01/06/what-a-big-government-conservative-looks-like/">this</a>, which uses the whole familiar yet enticing "cite facts but only some of them" method of argument (which explains why <a href="http://www.redstate.com/wosg/2012/01/06/rick-santorum-yes-he-is-a-true-conservative/">this</a> article can make an equally convincing case for the opposite interpretation of Santorum). But hey, you don't have to be a mindless follower to agree with someone on <i>some </i>of the things he says, right? And on this small point, I rather think I agree, having written what I did on December 21.<br />
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Speaking on the National ID card:<br />
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"As long as a government can stir up fear, sometimes real and sometimes
not real, the people are expected to do one thing: sacrifice their
liberty. If you’re fearful, the government, the people who believe in
big government--big-government conservatives or
big-government liberals--they like fear to be out there. Sometimes fear
is normal & natural & real, and we have to deal with it. At
other times it’s concocted. In times of war, whether it was the Civil War, WWI, WWII--just think of the violations of civil
liberties during the period of war when people are frightened. The one
conclusion I have come to since 9/11 is that there is absolutely never a
need to sacrifice any of your personal liberties to be safe! That means
we do not have to accept the notion
that we can have warrant-less searches, a total loss of our privacy. We
don’t need a National ID card. You don’t have to register the American
people to make us safe. You have to deal with the problem much more
directly."
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<br />Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-14957027770724057992011-12-21T13:53:00.000-05:002011-12-21T13:53:48.690-05:00Security Angst<br />
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Nothing makes me want to sing the
National Anthem at the top of my lungs more than being treated like a
terrorist when I try to come into my own country. It may be over a
decade since 9/11, but procedures for coming into the Police States
of America (i.e. any place where the TSA is given authority to
suspend any of our civil liberties it sees fit to ignore) have only
gotten worse since I was in Rome in 2009. Back then, getting into
Europe involved pretty much what it does now: you present your
passport, present your visa, and they wave you on through. Getting
into the United States, however, even for citizens, is even more of a
headache than it was then.</div>
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Let's be honest here for a moment
though; we Americans are lucky. If you're <i>not </i><span style="font-style: normal;">Born
in the USA, not only do you have to go through all the meticulous
baggage controls, paperwork checks, etc; you have to be fingerprinted
and get a mugshot. But that's okay, because you're not from the US,
so you must be an Enemy (see movies like </span><i>Taken</i><span style="font-style: normal;">
for a great illustration of this attitude: if you're not American,
you must be evil; not just evil, but an Evil Thing with a virulent
hatred for all things American). Since, of course, there's no
conceivably better way of securing our borders than taking
fingerprints (last time I checked, all criminal acts were definitely
committed by people with criminal histories...which makes me suspect
that the criminal world must actually be an Underworld of Immortals,
whose various rap sheets reach back to the beginning of time).</span></div>
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If you're American,
other nifty things happen to you as you're attempting to return to
your country. You go through security in Europe (which has the same
requirements as the TSA, by the way), then you wait at the gate. But
before you can board the plane, though you've had to show your
passport about three times before even getting to this point, you
need to show it again. Okay, so that's not so inconvenient, I admit.
But what if the gate agents decide that you need another security
check? While boarding my first Brussels-Atlanta flight, approximately
every other person in line was pulled aside for a rifling-through of
the baggage and an semi-assaulting of the personage (yeah, that thing
that goes like this: . Fortunately I was not among them. But that
didn't make me any calmer about seeing men with graying hair and
women with white hair and high school students being treated like
criminals and having to put up with it calmly for fear that the least
complaint would be interpreted as aggression and suppressed.
(Tell me again what's not police state about this?)</div>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">Of
course, since the best way to protect our country from terrorism,
illness, agricultural blights and a whole laundry list of other
Curses of Adam is to make sure that we hermetically seal our borders,
the ten hour flight following the first (two?) security checks is
promptly followed by...I bet you can't guess...another security
check. That is correct. With absolutely no window of opportunity
available between the time you get off the plane (without exiting
security), pick up your international baggage (without exiting
security), bring a “imports affidavit” and your checked baggage
pointlessly through another checkpoint where they actually check
nothing before having you put it right back on a conveyor belt
(without exiting security), there's still apparently sufficient
danger that one of the frazzled passengers might have somehow picked
up, I don't know, a bomb? a knife? something like that? under the
watchful eyes of about five policemen per line. So guess what? You
have to go through security </span><i>again. </i>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">All of
this makes so much sense to me. As I've said a million times before
(fairly recently too, so I won't repeat in detail), possibly the most
frustrating thing about it all is that it's so invasive while being
so obviously ineffective. It might stop the most stupid of would-be
terrorists. But a.) when you </span><i>list all of the things you are
going to check and all of the places you're going to search</i><span style="font-style: normal;">,
it's kind of obvious that serious terrorists will seek other methods
of attack. And b.) the checks as they are performed are so
perfunctory, so shoddily done, that I really wonder what they
accomplish at all. Take the huge “importation” check. They want
to make sure that you don't have anything that could remotely pose a
risk to public health or anything that could be “smuggled.” I
suppose that's reasonable. So what's the most logical way to check
for that? Obviously, have them give you a slip of paper saying “I
don't have any X”, and then wave them through. Wow, look guys, I've
saved the world! Why didn't I think of this before? We can </span><i>ask
</i><span style="font-style: normal;">people if they're doing anything
bad and since lying is impossible, we'll definitely get an accurate
answer. </span>
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<span style="font-style: normal;">The
whole thing is such a mess, at least to the eye of common sense, that
I end the hour-long process of getting off the plane “legally”
hoping beyond all else that there's some behind-the-scenes
justification for all this. That running gloved hands under the lip
of an elderly man's jeans is somehow protecting us all from more
9/11's. And while I wish this so that at least the outrage of my
common sense may be soothed, I can't ignore the fact that even if
such tactics are achieving victories every now and then, victories
that we somehow never hear about, we've kind of let the Bin Laden
crowd win. Because if their goal was to “terrify” Americans
(which is what terrorists</span><i> </i><span style="font-style: normal;">do,
no?), they've done that pretty well. Well enough that we're perfectly
fine now with giving up more and more of our liberties just so that
we can stay “safe”. </span>
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Last time I
checked, America wasn't the Land of the Safe and Cowardly, at least
not in theory. It was supposed to be “Land of the Free and Home of
the Brave.” One has to wonder how many people still care to make
the distinction.</div>
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</div>Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-8675905933243766682011-12-18T20:00:00.000-05:002011-12-18T20:12:10.377-05:00A few nights in Belgium: Requiems and RoyaltyI can hardly say that this semester has been uneventful. As I think back, plenty of interesting events come to mind: that first hectic week in Hotel Astrid spent scrounging free wifi at cafes across the city and going to the fortuitously-scheduled film festival at night; the challenge of meeting with my adviser, professors, and library staff and explaining my <i>unusual </i>academic situation to them...in French; a twenty-five mile bike ride from Bruges to Zeebrugge, just for the sake of seeing the North Sea; a few brushes with the police (not my fault!); meeting crazy pro-OWS Yugoslavians in Paris and being dragged along with them to a med-students' bar where the drinks come in...baby bottles; getting violently ill in Paris a few days later thanks to too much sun? too little water? and dragging myself back to my hostel on the metro; oh right, that "briefing" at the American embassy and reception at the ambassador's house; getting quite, quite lost in Bois de la Cambre with a friend at night; hiking seventeen miles to get to the site of the Battle of Waterloo; refusing invitations to "have a coffee" with various guys ranging from a junior staff member of the European Parliament to a Parisian bookseller; visiting way too many Christmas markets; nearly getting stranded in Germany after one particularly eventful Christmas market visit and having to push a motor scooter back to Flagey with a friend (who actually did by far the most of the pushing) through throngs of partying Brits at nearly 2:00 a.m.; getting lost around Gare du Midi for a few hours (not such a great idea); getting a super-new haircut in Lille, France and discovering that leather jackets are actually quite classy; trying roasted chestnuts, glühwein, <i>Belgian</i> fries, <i>Belgian </i>waffles, <i>Belgian </i>chocolate, and waterzooi for the first time; seeing how the Belgian staff of the Sheraton interprets the American Thanksgiving menu; running into a serious riot (as in, Molotov cocktails, smashed windshields and 200 arrests sort of riot) near Porte de Namur; and lots, lots more.<br />
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Yeah, that's a lot. And that's just what comes to mind immediately. I could have written a nice, juicy blog post about any single one of them, I suppose. But I didn't, because I'm a terrible blogger...at least when it comes to posting about things that people are actually interested in. Be that as it may, I'm going to pretend that talking about my last two nights in the city will make up for any previous delinquency. Because they've been sufficiently awesome that that might be rather close to the truth.<br />
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Last night, Saturday the seventeenth of December, I attended a concert at the Bozar (get it, "beaux-arts"?) in the center of Brussels. The performance featured the Brussels Choral Society, the Charlemagne Orchestra for Europe. It took place in the Salle Henri LeBoeuf, directly across the road from the Royal Palace, on the slope of the "Mont des Arts". The Salle, and the Palais des Beaux Arts as a whole, was designed by Belgian architect Victor Horta (very famous fellow if you happen to know anything about the Art Deco movement). Actually, I could go into a whole side lecture about the Palais and how nifty Art Deco is and such, since that's been a lot of what I've been studying this semester. But such speeches are best appreciated when the buildings in question are before the audiences' eyes. I'll just comment for now that the shape of the building is rather unusual because the city didn't want it to block the view from the royal palace overlooking the city. And Salle Henri LeBoeuf is excellently designed; even the cheapest seats (which I had, rather predictably) have excellent views of the stage and the acoustic range is great.<br />
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As for the performance...note that as yet I haven't even specified the program. That's because they were playing Verdi's Requiem.<br />
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Which announcement I feel deserves a paragraph of it's own. Not for any <i>objective </i>reasons, but very simply because that is one of my all-time favorite pieces of music (along, rather interestingly, with Mozart's and Duruflé's requiems...yes, I know that may sound morbid, but they're <i>fantastic</i>).<br />
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Anyway, the performance was admittedly not Abbado's breathtaking and legendary rendition, but it had the virtue of being a live one, which always adds a great deal to one's appreciation of the piece. And unlike many of the alternatives to Abbado that I've heard over the years, this was hardly a rendition to be sneered at. The soloists worried me at first. I'm not sure if it was them or if it was the orchestra that was at fault, but in the Kyrie part they seemed a little too overwhelmed by the orchestra. Understandable enough, I suppose, since with the dynamic range the orchestra is expected to utilize in that piece, it would be difficult not to overwhelm four unaided human voices...then of course, there's the enormous choir comes in and blows everyone away and the soloists are more or less seamlessly absorbed into the larger body. That was accomplished fairly well, but not as effectively as it could have been had the orchestra not so nearly drowned them out before that.<br />
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If overly-powerful dynamics were a bit of a problem in the Kyrie, as you can probably imagine (assuming you've heard the piece), that only made the Dies Irae all the more exhilarating. The choir and orchestra completely nailed the Tuba Mirum, probably the single most dramatic and recognizable passage in the requiem. I'd very willingly compare their performance here to the Abbado one. In fact, watching it, and the conductor's style here, one couldn't help but think that the Brussels Choral Society, the Charlemagne Orchestra for Europe, and their conductor were deliberately calling on the Abbado rendition for inspiration. Not that that's a bad thing. Praise originality to the heavens, but there are some times when something is just done so <i>well </i>that a good imitation is the most satisfying possibility for years to come.<br />
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After the Tuba Mirum the soloists came in again and this time I was reassured. The baritone was the standout by a long shot, as he had been before, but the orchestral parts recede considerably during the solos for the rest of the piece, and you could see that paying off in terms of dynamics here. I'll admit that I still wasn't <i>impressed </i>per se with either the soprano or mezzo soprano yet; that could however, be because each of their parts here was more a duet than a solo, and the very young mezzo soprano was having just a bit of a difficult time keeping up with the much older and more experienced soprano. A subtle difference, but I think one might notice it after listening obsessively to the Abbado version (though one wonders how much of my "criticism" may result simply from being more accustomed to the Abbado version than from any actual fault here). To renege a bit on what I was just saying, however: the Lacrymosa, which started off with the soprano and mezzo together, was phenomenal. <br />
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Once the Dies Irae was complete (I hadn't realized very consciously before how <i>long </i>it is!), the soloists really started to shine. The Sanctus starts out completely <i>a capella</i>, for the choir, and was beautifully done. One interesting thing about this piece is that the soprano never gets a solo per se until the very last part, the Libera Me. That gorgeous high C which she hits about midway through this final segment marks a turning point in the piece. Suddenly the choir is singing more quickly, more lightly; one get's a sense of a resolution having been achieved and that joy is the natural product of that achievement. That was all perfectly done last night, and for me that clinched the performance. <br />
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I fear my criticism thus far might give an inaccurate idea of the performance's quality. I was on the whole very impressed. I wouldn't be surprised if my occasional difficulty in hearing the soloists was partly due to being up in the balcony on the side--not a bad vantage point at all, but if the way one is supposed to project one's voice in a play for maximum audibility is anything to go by, not being out in the front during such a concert might theoretically make a bit of a difference in the way one hears things. Even if that has nothing whatsoever to do with it, every part of the piece that it was really important to get they nailed. The choir and orchestra were fantastic throughout, and the soloists only got better as the evening went on. After the last note sounded, the musicians were called back on stage no less than four times by audience applause.<br />
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On a related note, I learned upon getting there (by overhearing some excited Dutch-speakers) that the Princess was going to be in attendance. Sure enough, Princess Claire of Belgium came in to the royal box moments before the concert began, and the news crew made a bit of noise in the box beside mine getting a shot for the broadcast. Because the view from where I was was just that good. Ha.<br />
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I later learned that she's a leading patron of the Brussels Choral Society, which sang at her wedding, and that she was the patron of this event.<br />
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Well, seeing as it's around 2:00 a.m. here in Belgium, the wise thing to do would be to sleep and to hope that tomorrow I'll be as enthusiastic about recounting tonight's events as I was today.Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-14626685581389668892011-12-16T11:11:00.002-05:002011-12-16T15:03:13.120-05:00The shift from childhood to adulthood, Or: does growing up mean you've "changed"?Ever since I came to the unsettling realization that I'm "grown up",
I've been fascinated by the subtlety of this process, particularly as it
affects one's ways of thinking. How do kids think compared to how
adults think? <br />
<br />
One thing I've noticed is how easy it becomes once one hits, say about
twenty, to start underestimating kids. "Oh, he's only ten, he doesn't
understand," one thinks...and then one realizes, with a bit of a start,
that one understood X or Y quite well at ten oneself. At some point, the
move into the adult world at least mostly complete, one begins to
separate the experience of being a child from that of being an adult.
Yet this is constantly gainsaid by one's own memories, in which the
experiences aren't distinctly divided at any point. More simply, you are
still "yourself" in your memories of being ten. <i>Not </i>"a ten year old".<br />
<br />
Certainly, thought becomes increasingly capable of nuance and tolerant
of incompleteness; one loses a certain amount of one's previous faith in
reason to carry through to the bitter end of all inquiry, and then
realizes that's not such a bad thing. One becomes increasingly capable
of making distinctions (between people and their ideas, between the
"good" aspects of certain beliefs and the ones that are less than
supportable, etc). But what I can't help finding fascinating is how
constant one's basic principles, both intellectual and moral, and even
one's interests, remain from about the age of four on. In other words,
the aspects of one's identity susceptible to alteration seem to be given
their penultimate form fairly early on in life.<br />
<br />
Not that one can't change these later; the process of change in
adulthood is, however, slow and difficult, working against one's
"character".<br />
<br />
It might be helpful if I allowed myself a moment to expand on my current
ideas about character. "Character" is something that I understand to be
a product of free will interacting with surrounding material
circumstances which it cannot control. Therefore it is fully "chosen" in
the moral/determinative sense, the sense that insofar as one is
inclined to certain interests, one chooses freely to pursue them, and,
more importantly, insofar as one understands right and wrong one's
actions are free and may be judged according to the extent to which,
within the constraints of that understanding of right and wrong, one
chooses the "good". However, character is also "determined" to an extent
by material circumstances (a notion perfectly compatible with Catholic
theology if you note that God would have put different individuals in
different material circumstances expecting people to react to them
accordingly; you can find plenty of support for the notion in St. Paul).
One's interests, one's intellectual preoccupations, and even (in a
fallen world where natural law may be imperfectly perceived) one's
understanding of right and wrong can be largely determined according to
material circumstances. This is not to say that "material circumstances
determine action"; acts are always to at least some extent the product
of free will, unless you're talking about something like sleepwalking.*
However, I do see the range of action to be determined by circumstance,
which, when you're looking at moral issues, will have certain
ramifications when it comes to culpability. What sort of ramifications
and to what extent? Ha, well, that's why we've got that little reminder
to "judge not lest ye be judged".<br />
<br />
In short, I'm basically advocating a view that merges elements of the traditionally contradictory Greek <i>moira</i> and <i>persona </i>understandings
of character, and that does so invoking the Christian distinction
between absolute morality and individual culpability. That is, action
considered purely vs. the state of the soul.<br />
<br />
La di da. <br />
<br />
To get back to what I was saying about the development of character,
however: character can, in my view, develop, but the culmination of
material constraints over the years, compounded by the force of habit
(another material aspect--repetition--though one driven, at least
initially, by choice), ensures that "character" is something quite
deeply ingrained in an individual. It's not simply a "mask" that one
can put on and take off as the Greek notion of <i>persona </i>describes
it. When you choose, you're choosing in the context of an
ever-lengthening series of past actions, accumulated habits, and the
material circumstances both totally out of your control and those which
you had once chosen but which are <i>now </i>out of your control. Obviously, that's not to say character equates to one's <i>moira</i> either; one isn't "fated" to act a certain way. <i>But </i>unless
you have a fairly strong will to change (and a fairly strong reason to
do so), who you were and how you thought as a child is likely to stay
constant in many important respects as time passes.<br />
<br />
Now what got me thinking on this train of thought may serve to
demonstrate how constant certain aspects of one's character (in this
case mostly interests, which, yes, I<i> </i>do<i> </i>think belong in a
consideration of character, and I could and probably will someday go
into a long exposition of Elizabeth Bennet's apparently shallow "And of
all this I might have been the mistress" reason for warming to
Darcy...). Specifically, I was remembering the mass of childhood writing
I found while cleaning out my room in early September. I found it
rather amusing to see how little some things change. Oh, I really <i>have </i>been interested in X for all that long? Oh, wait, I've been thinking about that since <i>then?</i> For example:<br />
<br />
<ul>
<li> The fact that I've been writing so long at all is the most obvious
example. Tucked away in the corner of some box I found a tiny notebook
in which I had been writing a story around the age of five...the
estimate comes from the fact that I was writing it about "baby Jo-jo,"
who would be my now-seventeen-year-old brother. Who would be mortified,
of course, to have such a name recalled now. Good thing he doesn't read
blogs. It was basically about the difficulties of taking a baby to the
hairdresser for my mom's appointment; I remember starting the story in
the salon because the hairdresser had just given me the notebook. This
story also had the fantastically idiosyncratic name of "Mer-mee-mook
book". I do not remember why, but I suspect it may have had something to
do with the fact that I always found rhyming extraordinarily funny. I
do remember tucking it in the box soon after coming home with the
intention of writing another chapter that never would be written;
starting and leaving writing unfinished is another habit I've kept
unfortunately intact over the years. </li>
<li>I also kept a diary from the ages of six to eight, according to the
dates. That's not to say that I kept it with any discipline. There's a
total of about fifteen entries in there. What one can gather from them,
however, is telling. For one, my rather inordinate pride in my family
has been around for at least sixteen years! And here I thought it had
developed in college. Nope. There's plenty of boasting about how "My
sister is learning to read. I am very proud of her." "Jo-Jo is learning
X". "William is the best baby." And many more extravagant claims for
which I cannot remember the priceless wording. Much of the rest is
devoted to talking about how great our animals are and my feelings when
they died. Okay, not everything has remained so constant. </li>
<li>An early entry records what I believe was probably my first "poem" (or so I dubbed it): </li>
<ul>
<li>Papa is walking and walking,/While Mama is talking and talking.</li>
<li>Not altogether unobservant, I suppose. Apparently my interest in <i>writing </i>poetry, despite the stubborn hatred of <i>reading </i>it
that lasted until I was in my senior year of high school, goes back a
bit. I do remember being highly critical of all attempts, however. They
usually ended up in the fire, which is rather a bad thing now,
considering how amusing it is to look back on such things.</li>
</ul>
<li>I also discovered a "eulogy" I had written for our first cat, who perished in the most traumatic way<i> </i>possible<i> </i>by being hit by a car <i>on my seventh birthday. </i>It didn't make it any better that <i>I </i>was
the one to find the body. Ah well. The eulogy was touching. Bearing
excellent testimony to the obsession with cats that is still strong in
our family, even taken to extremes by my brothers, the younger of whom
seem to turn every conversation to the topic of: "Penelope just learned
how to jump on our shoulders," etc.</li>
<li>A list of "life plans" dated August 1997 includes these directives: </li>
<ul>
<li>Write</li>
<li>Find out how everything works</li>
<li>Visit Russia (and yes, I am still fascinated by that country, having
since hosted [or had my parents host] several Russian exchange
students, read tons of Russian history and novels, compiled three full
play lists of Russian music [classical, folk, and Orthodox chant], and
commenced study of the Russian language)</li>
<li>Read <i>War and Peace </i>(at that age I only knew that it was a big
book and people would be impressed if I read it), the whole Bible, and
any other important books I could find </li>
<li>Learn Irish (this one sadly died off; my interests did grow a bit more practical with time)</li>
<li>Go to Europe</li>
<li>Practice the piano every day (if only) </li>
<li>Go to Colby College (I did actually apply, but then turned down
admission in favor of UD in one of those nearly inexplicable changes of
opinion that proves providential in the long run)</li>
<li>Learn how to cook really well</li>
<li>Get good at archery (I had gotten a <i>real bow </i>as a birthday present that year; again, not all interests are permanent--partly because of lack of time and opportunity) </li>
</ul>
<li>There were plenty of other "to-do" lists, mostly compiled in
cooperation with my siblings. The various lists included directions for
how to:</li>
<ul>
<li>Stop fighting (haha, that one never worked)</li>
<li>Train for the Olympics</li>
<li>Send money to Africa</li>
<li>Only that last was ever remotely successful. However, the <i>interests </i>in
doing all these things have remained to one extent or another. No
Olympics, nor any interest in getting to them, but I do at least want to
be as good as possible at running. </li>
</ul>
<li>Some very elementary musings about what it means to be "good" that I
wrote after a long conversation with my mom about Scarlett O'Hara, Bill
Clinton, and Rush Limbaugh, in which she essentially introduced me to
the idea that one must always distinguish between a person's value as a
person, their "potential," as she put it, and their actions. Also that
you need to give people the benefit of the doubt regarding their
intentions; as I understand it in retrospect, it was basically a
simplified version of the culpability vs. morality distinction.
Scarlett'<span class="st">s infamous "Even if I have to lie,
steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again"
speech had disturbed me greatly, I recall, and was the catalyst for the
conversation. Which we had in the cellar while Mum was doing the
laundry. Since then, it's been one of my core ideas (homeschooling works out pretty darn well when your mom is clever enough to put basic philosophical concepts into simple language and make them seem natural to little kids).</span></li>
<li>One of my personal favorites out of everything I found, however, was
a short essay on how "Knowledge is Power". You can't say that
conviction has changed much over the years. It basically defended
reading as a form of knowledge (was this an assignment or an argument
that my reading time shouldn't be limited? I don't remember) and went on
at length to elaborate on the various ways that knowing things will
give you an edge in life, both materially and spiritually. As I may have
mentioned before, the unbridled optimism of this conviction has been
tempered. But the gist remains the same. So very amusing.</li>
</ul>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">*Which I wouldn't actually consider to be an 'action' per se.</span></i>Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-79285411563012326362011-12-15T05:54:00.002-05:002011-12-15T05:56:43.223-05:00Grocery Shopping in EuropeI've found grocery shopping here in Belgium to be a largely satisfying experience. The stores are well-stocked, many of the innovations of companies like Wegmans are already in place (Weigh and price your own vegetables! Saves so much time at check-out!), and the general quality of non-brand-name foods is much higher. The average price of food is, well, reasonable. Very much comparable with the United States in most staples, although perhaps a little expensive by Maine standards (milk's a lot cheaper than at home though).<br />
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Despite the similar prices of staples, however, for someone with rather haute-bourgeois tastes like myself, many things are a steal. Brie for only ten euros a <i>kilo</i>? A large block of Swiss for only two euro? You simply can't find good cheese for that price in the US. Unless it's cheddar. Which I will admit, I miss a little. But one eats cheddar all the time back home, and the chance to feast on baguettes and fine Trappist cheese is not to be missed. And then the wine and beer! Fine French wines for only seven to nine euro? Really, you can find a quite adequate one for four, and good cooking wine for as low as two. Beer is even better. One bottle of the Trappist Rochefort 10, widely acclaimed as the world's best beer, and absolutely phenomenal however it may rank, will usually cost around fourteen dollars for a glass at one of the select American beer houses that actually sells it. Here one can buy it for under two euro. Amazing!<br />
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Yes, I know...now I'm just taunting you. It's not really fair.<br />
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More seriously, what I've noticed on the whole is how dramatically the costs of importation affect the prices of food on the shelves. All of these gastronomic luxuries are near-untouchable in the States, having been brought in all the way from Europe. By contrast, American items that are imported are much more expensive than at home: cranberries, tortillas, and California wines being notable culprits.<br />
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Vaguely related to this phenomenon of expensive importation is the fact that eating locally here is the <i>cheap</i> way to go. Now, this I find rather fascinating, since that's not something that holds constant between America and Europe. In the US, it's usually the food snobs and the farmers who eat locally. "Local" food is <i>très chic </i>right now in America. It's supposed to be healthier, better for the local economy, etc. Which is probably (usually) true. But it sure costs a lot to do so. It means nothing to buy apples shipped in from California, but to buy Maine apples, you'll probably be paying a bit extra. <br />
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In Belgium, by contrast, the really dirt-cheap food is that grown or made in Wallonia or Flanders. That has its limitations, of course, because you can't grow nearly as much in a country whose climate is only slightly more temperate than that of my home state. But local milk, cheese, beer, leeks, etc, aren't very expensive comparatively. It's pretty easy to see some of the possible reasons for this. "Local" in a country the size of Maryland, means "grown somewhere in Belgium". That is, non-imported items are--no surprise--cheaper, but to not be imported in such a small country also means that the products in question are local.<br />
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In the US, not only can "non-imported" still mean 3300 miles away (distance from Sidney, ME to Los Angeles, if anyone wants a fun-fact); those non-imported items are often coming in from states which receive gigantic federal subsidies. Of course, this is just one more problem with those nasty subsidies that I complain about so often. Besides being bad for a government that can't even balance it's budget, farm subsidies do nothing whatsoever to encourage strong local economies, and they certainly don't help the "locavores", who are often, ironically enough, some of the bigger federal aid supporters out there.<br />
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Take an example: say that Idaho actually can produce potatoes more cheaply and in greater quantities than Maine (which one assumes is why in a state whose primary agricultural resource is potatoes, you generally find Idaho potatoes stocking the shelves). To transport the potatoes those nearly 3000 miles across the country, potato production doesn't just need to be a little cheaper; it needs to be a whole heck of a lot cheaper. How does this happen? Well, it can happen naturally of course, in which case I no longer have any complaints that are not rooted in my rather extreme local pride (haha). But when governments start <i>giving money </i>to the biggest farms in the country (i.e. the ones in Idaho, Texas, and California), it's dealing a crushing blow to small farms and really <i>local </i>food all across the country: how are you supposed to compete when farms from bigger states have not only their natural advantages to help them, but also the federal government giving them gigantic ($40 billion dollars worth since 1995) hand-outs? <br />
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That's the end of that rant; I have to say, I find the whole "locavore" phenomenon to be ridiculously pretentious ("Oh yes, let us go out among the Quaint Farmers and eat Quaint food"), but the basic idea (eating local is good for the local economy and<i> in some cases</i> better for you) is one I agree with wholeheartedly. <br />
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Back to the subject of grocery shopping in Europe. Here's a list of things that are hard to find here:<br />
<ul>
<li>turkey</li>
<li>canned broth (it's either bouillon cubes or home-made broth, it seems)</li>
<li>"international" food (Asian especially)</li>
<li>peanuts</li>
<li>pumpkin </li>
<li>cranberries (not so much at my usual store, but in general, yes)</li>
<li>baking ingrediants--or at least the bulk sizes; I don't know why one would buy baking powder in tablespoon-sized packets; and vanilla extract comes in bottles the size of my thumbnail (no exaggeration) </li>
</ul>
Some interesting things about shopping here:<br />
<ul>
<li> There are "Carrefours" and "Delhaizes" open until evening, but then there are "express" versions of the same, much smaller and closer together and offering an opportunity to get in and out speedily. You don't usually have to walk as far to get to one of these, but the number of discount items will be much lower.</li>
<li>Not only do stores have "store-brand" items; for many things they also have "discount store-brand" items, which differ dramatically in price. A "Carrefour" pastry crust will cost a bit over a euro, but a Carrefour <i>discount </i>pastry crust will cost about 65 cents. Not bad. </li>
<li>The largest size for milk containers is the liter. There are about 3.8 liters in a gallon, so you're buying not much more than a quart at a time. And it goes fast. On the bright side, whole milk here is deliciously creamy. And the cream! It puts whipping cream in the US to shame. US dairies generally skim off lots of the best cream and call the result "whole milk" and mix in the weakest cream with the top and call it "whipping cream". What a shame. </li>
<li>The butter is Amazing. </li>
<li>Practically everything comes in cartons instead of plastic or tin. That includes milk (often), cream, pre-prepared soup, tomato sauce. The really odd thing about some of these cartons is that you have to cut them open with a scissors at one corner and then there's no way to re-seal them. </li>
</ul>
I'm not really sure why I think that this would interest anyone except the avid cooks among the readers (I am sure of only two of these). But there is a general wish that I would post more about Belgium, and this is what I have to say.Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-57346167013769707032011-12-14T06:02:00.000-05:002011-12-15T06:05:26.419-05:00In Defense of SufferingThis is <a href="http://www.nationalreview.com/articles/285415/hard-times-and-liberalism-s-dream-painless-world-michael-knox-beran?pg=2">one of the best short articles</a> I've read in months. The wealth of references (Dante, Eliot, Dostoevsky...yes please!) appeals to the classically-educated nerd within me, and the point he makes is one I agree with wholeheartedly. Are some of the claims sweeping and not to be fully supported (surely not <i>all </i>depression is merely psychological)? Of course. It's a short article. Should we do as much as we can to alleviate human suffering? Sure. Should we do so in particular as independent actors exercising our own freedom to choose our own and others' good? Yes. Should we manipulate governmental structures so as to minimize the extent to which free human choice (within normal limits) results in suffering, to the extent that we essentially abolish freedom? I think that would show that we have our priorities very, very wrong.Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-84494023242362453592011-12-10T09:35:00.001-05:002011-12-10T10:45:08.853-05:00Contraception, Vatican II, and a few comments on Classic CapitalismI spent a while the other day grousing to my boyfriend about <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/life/archive/2011/12/out-of-step-with-the-flock-bishops-far-behind-on-birth-control-issues/249703/">this rather awful article</a> by a self-proclaimed "Catholic." He referred me to <a href="http://www.firstthings.com/article/2008/07/002-the-vindication-of-ihumanae-vitaei-28">an excellent rebuttal</a> of Townsend's position (it predates her article, obviously) in the <i>First Things </i>magazine; I liked it so much I had to repost it. It's fantastic to see the empirical social evidence that supports the Church's position on birth control supported so well, since Catholics like Townsend will not respond to the theological argument. Why would you if you were firmly convinced that the role of religion is social, not spiritual? (Then again, why not just head over to the local Universalist church if you believe that?)<br />
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For the record, Malthus and Margaret Sanger, the "parents" of the birth/population control movement, were not particularly Nice People. The idea that humans would "breed" and "spawn" was fairly repulsive to their Victorian sensibilities ("Victorian" used here only as a descriptive adjective; Sanger came at the tail end of the Edwardian Era). <span style="font-size: small;">People are "...human weeds,' 'reckless
breeders,' 'spawning... human beings who never should have been born"--or so Sanger claims in </span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><i>Pivot of Civilization</i>. Note that the "human weeds" she refers to are not the members of her own white upper middle class; they are. very specifically, poor people, immigrants, and blacks. (Here's an obviously biased website listing some of her choice quotations. Biased or not, the quotations are real, and one can easily find the works to which it refers.)<br />
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On a more positive note, here's a <a href="http://vestalmorons.wordpress.com/2011/12/04/star-wars-and-the-history-of-vatican-ii/">link to an amusing article</a> I came across that (jestingly) reads <i>Star Wars </i>as an allegory for Vatican II. It's way over the top, and becomes more so as it goes along, but it does give a pretty good sketch of the situation post-VII. Hard to take oneself seriously quibbling with a blatantly joking article, but I do find the Tusken Raiders=Muslims thing to be kind of offensive and uneducated.<br />
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And the capitalism thing! Gah, allow me to get distracted for a moment by my long-standing frustration with the misunderstanding of capitalism that So Many People take for the Gospel Truth. As I have previously argued, both <a href="http://sesquipadalianmusings.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-capitalism.html">on this blog</a> and countless times in person, Capitalism is <i>not </i>an "evil system." It's very simply a description of how markets work. Really, I begin to think that no one has even <i>read </i>Adam Smith. Or rather, they've read excerpts, which as I've argued plenty of times before regarding such classics as <i>The Education of Henry Adams, </i>is disastrous to one's understanding of the text. How many people realize that Smith's enormous tome <i>The Wealth of Nations </i>actually contains plenty of cautionary advice to governments acknowledging that if the market is left absolutely unrestrained, it'll kind of make for a Horrible Society?<br />
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Précisons: sure, self-interest drives the <i>market</i>, according to capitalism, and that's not entirely a bad thing from its perspective. As Smith observes, <br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
"By preferring the support of domestic to that of foreign industry, he
intends only his own security; and by directing that industry in such a
manner as its produce may be of the greatest value, he intends only his own gain, and he is in this, as in many other eases, led by an invisible hand to promote an end which was no part of his intention. Nor is it always the worse for the society that it was no part of it. By
pursuing his own interest he frequently promotes that of the society
more effectually than when he really intends to promote it. I have never known much good done by those who affected to trade for the public good."</blockquote>
Of course, this is only saying that <i>sometimes </i>self-interested pursuit of economic profit results in the best public good, and that direct pursuit of the same end is often disappointing. I admit that this possibility is not in itself sufficient reassurance to those who care about developing a just society. However, this is simply one observation extracted from the entirety of the book. What you're not getting in this paragraph is the fact that Smith is restricting his observations to <i>purely economic interactions. </i>"Self-interest" does not mean Being Greedy and Stomping on the Little Guy, and anyone who does those things claiming to be justified by capitalist principles would most likely be roundly censured by Smith (who, among other things, was also the author of the mostly-forgotten<span class="mw-headline" id="The_Theory_of_Moral_Sentiments"><i> Theory of Moral Sentiments</i>). "Self-interest" as understood here is as simple as Person A. selling a bushel of beans that he's grown spending about $2 on seeds and about $30 worth of labor to Person B. for a profit of $40. Of course, Person B. only enters into the transaction <i>if </i>it serves his interests as well. So he's willing to pay $40 for beans because the cost (opportunity cost, in econ terms) of producing the beans himself would have been higher than the cost of buying them. </span><br />
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<span class="mw-headline" id="The_Theory_of_Moral_Sentiments">Again, this is only <i>economic interactions </i>we're talking about ("economic interactions" strictly understood, because one <i>can </i>understand everything in economic terms, assuming that a notion of values is agreed upon). It in no way limits a person's ability to step outside of the limitations of economic self-interest and act generously, and as I've observed above, Smith actually finds generosity fairly important if the system isn't going to crumble. And he even encourages the government to put some elementary limitations on the system so that it doesn't become dehumanizing. (Great quote from Noam Chomsky: "</span>People read snippets of Adam Smith, the few phrases they teach in school. Everybody
reads the first paragraph of The Wealth of Nations where he talks about
how wonderful the division of labor is. But not many people get to the
point hundreds of pages later, where he says that <i>division of labor will destroy human beings</i> and turn people into creatures as stupid and ignorant as it is possible for a human being to be.
And therefore in any civilized society the government is going to have
to take some measures to prevent division of labor from proceeding to
its limits."--from <i>Class Warfare</i>) <br />
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<span class="mw-headline" id="The_Theory_of_Moral_Sentiments">Of course, it's obvious that greedy people looking to maximize their own gains can find ways to manipulate the system, but it's a bit of a mystery to me why greedy people thus manipulating things discredits the very basic economic principles of capitalism. That's kind of like saying that corrupt politicians discredit American democratic republicanism or that corrupt "charitable" organizations discredit charity. Greed is not defined as "working to promote your own advantage." I'm pretty sure that last time I checked, the Church was fine with people earning money and bettering their social position. The problem is when people obsess about it to the expense of more serious matters (relationship with God and others), or, worse (and this almost always goes hand-in-hand with such obsession; it's a logical progression), do so unjustly. In other words, greed is manipulating a system or structure to promote one's own advantage <i>at the expense of others</i>. The "problem" Catholic writers are seeing with capitalism isn't a systemic problem, it's a moral problem. One that I'd attribute partly to fallen human nature, partly to materialism. Now that latter, that's something one can complain about. But I'm not about to get into a discussion of the effects of materialism on society at this point.</span>Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-13105579728710654142011-12-08T14:37:00.001-05:002011-12-10T09:11:35.285-05:00Belgium: Advice to a TouristSomeday I'm going to write a coherent travel post instead of going the default "post interesting links and comment on them" or even the "write 3000 words on the economic crisis and then realize you still missed one of the big points so you never publish it" route. For now, having come home in a jolly mood from the Marché de Noël à Place Ste. Catherine, I will make a list.<br />
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There are already plenty of lists out there informing the novice traveler of "dead-giveaways" to their American nationality. Some of these are good points, but generally speaking, the list will be composed of a series of vile behaviors that characterize only the worst stereotype of "the American" (unfortunately all-too-common a breed in Paris, Rome, and other major tourist destinations, however; the stereotypes have to come from somewhere!). I am not going to make such a list. Rather, I'll note a few things that one learns here. Things that one learns to avoid, and things that one might simply find interesting.<br />
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However, allow me to get sidetracked for a moment by a brief observation about one item that invariably appears on the novice-traveler-do-not list. It's the infamous "portion size complaint"; i.e., Americans think European portions are too small and will often betray their nationality by complaining about it. This complaint consistently mystifies me; portion sizes, at least here in Belgium, tend to be substantial. In France too. And certainly in Germany, where you're usually served a sausage bigger than your plate with a mountain of one variety or another of cabbage and another of potato. In fact, I can safely say that I've yet to eat in a European restaurant (remember, this is including France too) without regretting the continent-wide incomprehension of take-home boxes. Since I like my money, I'm not about to just <i>leave the food on the plate</i>. Most certainly not. I'll doggedly finish it, thinking "ah, well, this'll take care of breakfast tomorrow too"; but it takes herculean force of body and will to do so. European portion sizes (restaurant edition, in any case) are not, in general, small. So why the complaints? Because you do hear them.<br />
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Hang on a sec; I feel a brilliant theory coming on...maybe...I know what I'm saying is revolutionary and all, but just maybe...if you don't eat on Montmartre or right by the water on the left bank of the Seine or right beside the Trevi fountain...maybe you'll get better food and better portions. I know it's tough to believe that the restaurants abutting the world's most popular tourist destinations would be bad. But. They. Are. Some restaurant owners in Europe have this idiosyncratic weakness for making as much money as possible with as little effort as possible. Owning a restaurant in the right Location can be the financial equivalent of striking oil on a Texas ranch. You, as the owner have very little to do beyond procuring very cheap ingredients and making sure that whatever comes out of the kitchen does not kill the stray dogs begging at the back door. If these tests are passed, you go outside, put chairs near the Seine, write a menu in something that looks like French, and you're set. The money will come pouring in, because you are where the tourists are and tourists eat whatever is There. These are, after all, people who've been traveling, who are looking to "relax", which apparently in some peoples' minds means "not have to walk", and who are Hungry. It's the perfect formula! Once they're lured in by the Location and those enticing menus, all you have to do is take the order and send out a platter of just-unfrozen synthetic material, portioned as though it was being served at the orphanage in <i>Oliver Twist</i>.<br />
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The advice, then that my Wellspring of Wisdom offers to the unseasoned tourist is simple: walk a few blocks. Better yet, get some recommendations online (though that can be tricky if you aren't practiced at distinguishing between the "undiscriminating tourist review" and the "seasoned traveler review"). Most websites cheerfully tell you to "ask a local", but, coming from a tourist-region myself, I can assure you that the last thing a "local" wants to spend his day doing is tour-guiding (unless you're an Honored Guest, in which all that changes). Supposing a local even knows what the top restaurants in his area are (often he won't; locals use supermarkets), if he wanted to work in the tourism industry, he'd probably be doing so. <br />
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However, I wasn't planning on writing for the unseasoned tourist. After that lengthy segway, here's my partial list of Items of Useful Knowledge for the visitor to Brussels. <br />
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<ol>
<li>Don't go into a superstore just to "look for something". All-purpose chain stores here put Walmart to shame with the inexpensiveness of merchandise and the poor quality of the same, yet they are major shoplifting targets all the same. To minimize the number of people just walking out with things, these stores have one-way gates at the entrances: you can get in, but you can't just walk back out. To leave, you need to go through the checkout line. All well and good if like everyone else you're buying something. But it looks quite awkward if you decide that the adaptor plug you seek is not there. Then you're stuck either shoving past people to get out, or queuing up quietly yet purposely until the person in front of you has finished checking out. </li>
<li>Don't be taken aback if one of the first things a person inquires about upon making your acquaintance is the nature of your political opinions. It's not taboo in Europe, and neither is debating about said politics (or debating in general, for that matter). If you're an American, you get the added bonus of a captive audience, fascinated to know whether the "media America" is anything like the real one, and to what extent. Do emergency rooms really turn people away because of a lack of free healthcare? Are radical, fundamentalist preachers from the South really in control of the country? Is everyone in America really rich? Etc. It's amazing to see the effect our news sources and their habit of focusing on the most sensational stories have on European perceptions of America. </li>
<li>Also on a political note, don't assume everyone is 100% on board with the E.U. Most are fine with it in some form, but not insofar as it threatens to erode their national identities.German national identity, fine, (unless you're talking to a German, I assume), but theirs, no. </li>
<li>You can get anywhere without a car. But don't assume that that will be easy, especially if your destinations of choice are off the beaten track. Missing the last bus out of a tiny town can be a bit of a bother. </li>
<li>When you go into a restaurant or cafe, seat yourself (though it's a good idea to make sure the waiter knows you're there, and maybe to wait around just in case he has a preference regarding where you choose to sit). Even the most basic cafes have waiters, so there's usually no going up to the counter to order. They'll come to you. </li>
<li>There are exceptions to the above, but they're easy to identify; usually pretty obviously modeled after the American "Starbucks-type-cafe", and prominently advertising their free wifi. This type is usually overrun with students, so you can just do what everyone else is doing. </li>
<li>Also on the subject of cafés, know that a "café" is black, a "lait russe" is coffee with warm milk, a "cappuccino" is a small, strong drink topped with a mountain of whipped cream, and a latte usually comes in a tall, narrow glass that makes the foam look very thick indeed. All such beverages come with a cookie or chocolate.</li>
<li>Different beers have different glasses. If a place serves you a beer in the "wrong type of glass", you've been lured into a tourist trap. Run.</li>
<li>Don't get too excited about Christmas Markets. They're "just" Christmas Markets. Yes, they serve warm spiced wine at almost every stall. Yes, they serve foods like quiche and oysters and tartiflette and sauerkraut, et al. Yes, there's a skating rink and ferris wheel. What's so unusual about all of that?</li>
<li>Thanksgiving is best explained with reference to the romance of John Alden and Priscilla Mullins.</li>
<li>Don't be afraid of your accent. As long as they can understand you, most Europeans apparently find the American accent "adorable". Or at least francophones claim that this is the case. </li>
<li>Do wear a nice jacket in the winter. Scarves are essential. Hats and gloves recommended. Incidentally, Brussels is filled with hat shops, which make me long for the days when everyone wore them. They really do look nice, and a wool hat on a guy is a sure sign of Excellent Taste. </li>
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One of the nice things about living in a place like Brussels is that if you know basically how to dress and how to get around the city, you won't stand out as an outsider at all. It's a very international city, many of whose residents are here only temporarily (E.U., NATO, one of the three American ambassadorial commissions in the city, etc). So you'll almost certainly look like a pro compared to the rest. Way back in September, on my second day here I was already being asked for directions by hapless visitors. Six times that day, if I remember correctly. And when you speak to a francophone Belgian, chances are that if you speak with sufficient confidence he or she will take you for a Belgian from Flanders, since the Dutch and American accents are apparently quite similar. Quelle chance!Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-91564869440928425462011-12-06T14:10:00.000-05:002011-12-16T15:09:52.434-05:00This is just to say...In fact, I have no confessions to make about raiding the icebox, whatever William Carlos Williams may expect; and "this" is not really "just to say" because this <a href="http://www.carlkingdom.com/10-myths-about-introverts">article on introverts</a> says everything on it's own. The "science" he mentions may or may not be valid, but either way the symptoms described are right on.<br />
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Or perhaps, since I can never really resist saying <i>something, </i>no matter how stringently I insist upon my right to remain silent... I have to admit that despite my enjoyment of the article, I laugh when the writer concludes:<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
It can be terribly destructive for an Introvert to deny themselves in
order to get along in an Extrovert-Dominant World. Like other
minorities, Introverts can end up hating themselves and others because
of the differences. If you think you are an Introvert, I recommend you
research the topic and seek out other Introverts to compare notes. The
burden is not entirely on Introverts to try and become "normal."
Extroverts need to recognize and respect us, and we also need to respect
ourselves.</blockquote>
Oh the pain and tragedy! Another misunderstood minority group! Let me ally myself with them since I, like all white people with sufficient resources to even <i>think</i> about this sort of thing really feel bad about what happened to the Native Americans and also blame myself for all racism. So if now <i>I </i>get to be part of a minority group, yay! Oh the joy! Oh happy fault that can bring so much joy and peace... <br />
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Um, yes. Either way, much as it would be <i>nice </i>to have not spent my teenage years being known as "the smart one who's too good to talk to the rest of us", it's also been nice to be inadvertently compelled by people who don't understand introverts (as in, most people) to just do what's uncomfortable at times and spend a little more social time. Fatigue is not actually a lethal affliction; at least not more than water is a Dangerous Substance to Ingest.<br />
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Incidentally, as much as this article and another recent one I saw on the BBC news website were written in good humor, one reads things like "minorities", "difficulty", and "chemical in brain/body" and one is struck by dark premonitions of a time when introversion too might be treated as a medicable affliction. Which would be yet another step down the insidious road of making everyone truly "equal" by making them identical (thank you Madeleine L'Engle for having dramatized that distinction so many years ago): "Your condition is unusual from our perspective and difficult from yours. Here. Take a pill." I jest, of course, but if you take the contemporary logic of medication to its conclusion, it makes sense. <br />
<br />Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-32657306538202755812011-11-19T11:50:00.001-05:002011-11-19T11:51:18.766-05:00Technocrats and the disgust with the "Common Man"<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/18/opinion/brooks-the-technocratic-nightmare.html?_r=1&hp">This article</a> by David Brooks offers an excellent, succinct description of what's going on in Europe just now. He hits the nail on the head when he acknowledges what most Americans don't get: that the EU is essentially anti-European, and that any ordinary people who actually strongly support it tend to be those who lived through WWII and see such a super-structure as the only way to prevent that sort of thing. (And of course the students who are still being told that government is smarter than the Common Man, but who seem to grow out of that soon enough--just like American students.)Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-81550593716217545982011-11-09T06:10:00.000-05:002011-11-09T06:10:45.791-05:00Les Règles des jeuxTake the singular of this post title and you've got the title of a very excellent Jean Renoir movie from 1939. It's consistently ranked within the top ten best movies of all time, and if you watch it (there's a French language--no subtitles--version on youtube, but probably others on Netflix, etc) you'll see why. I have little to say about it that is not already very well said in <a href="http://www.people.fas.harvard.edu/%7Eagoldham/articles/REGLE.html">this astute and lengthy analysis</a> by Arthur Goldhammer. Jean Renoir is, incidentally, a director whom I highly recommend. <i>La Grande illusion </i>is also a phenomenal film; <i>Elena et les hommes </i>is well-made, but more fun than anything--and you get to see the ever-engaging Ingrid Bergman speaking French and wearing enormous Belle Époque hats. Another interesting one that's a bit outside the Renoir canon is <i>This Land is Mine</i>, an anti-Nazi propaganda film made in the US in 1943 to avoid German censoring and drum up American support for entering the war. If you can take the film's occasional descents into preachiness and the rather jarring sound of "Germans" and "Frenchmen" speaking with the most Americanized of accents, it's an interesting look at what it was actually like to be a Resistance fighter during the occupation. The movie centers around a moral dilemma that Americans, having never had to suffer through an occupation, tend to forget entirely: how does one justify resistance if the occupiers will target innocent civilians by way of retribution? As I said, interesting, despite the flaws inherent in being a propaganda film.<br />
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Turning to a different sort of game entirely, here are three recent RCW articles that incisively discuss the origins of the EU and why it's poised to break up now. The role of nationalism is a common focus, and it's indeed interesting to see the European Far Right (especially in France) gaining momentum as the economic crisis worsens. (I'm also very pleased at being vindicated at every turn in my claims that there <i>is </i>such a thing as European conservatism, and that <i>not </i>every European is on board with the idea of creating a United States of Europe.)<br />
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<a href="http://www.realclearworld.com/articles/2011/11/08/europes_nationalism_problem_99752.html">Europe's Nationalism Problem</a><br />
<a href="http://www.realclearworld.com/articles/2011/09/13/the_crisis_of_europe_and_european_nationalism_99674.html">The Crisis of Europe and European Nationalism</a><br />
<a href="http://www.realclearworld.com/articles/2011/10/04/europes_opacity_problem_99706.html">Europe's Opacity Problem</a><br />
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Oh, and here are two very short more-news-less-analysis articles, just for fun. <br />
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<a href="http://www.demos.co.uk/publications/thenewfaceofdigitalpopulism">The New Face of Digital Populism</a><br />
<a href="http://www.france24.com/en/20111107-study-growing-online-support-europe-far-right-politics-elections-le-penn-france">European Far Right on the Rise Online</a>Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-31294061605704988462011-11-08T08:25:00.000-05:002011-11-08T08:32:06.174-05:00Poems by NorthernersI wonder what it is about the American South and the American North makes the former pretty darn good at writing stories but mediocre at poetry (really, <i>Tate</i>?), while the latter produces relatively few magnificent story-writers, but plenty of really brilliant poets. North of the Mason-Dixon line (and in New England more than any other region) you've got Bradstreet, Emerson (a good poet from a technical perspective more than anything), Longfellow, the Lowells, Robinson,Whitman, Poe, Dickinson, Frost, Stevens, e.e. cummings, William Carlos Williams, Sylvia Plath, Richard Wilbur, and Elizabeth Bishop. And that's just to name the more recognizable ones. Heck, Maine alone has four Pulitzer Prize winning poets. And that's a state of barely a million people...one sixth of the size of the city in which I attended university. <br />
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Then you've got the expats and exiles. Marianne Moore and T.S. Eliot both were born in St. Louis but maintained strong connections with New York (Moore) and Boston (Eliot). However much the latter might have rejected the American Unitarian culture in the process of his move to England, conversion to high Anglicanism, and alignment with monarchism, the fact remains that a good deal of the imagery he resorts to in his less angst-driven poems is that of the New England coast. Walcott moved to New England. Even (ok, this is getting into fiction, I admit) Cormac McCarthy has roots up here.<br />
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Now, I really don't have any strong theory about what might be at the root of these differences. Population certainly has something to do with the numbers, I know. If one were to start listing novelists, sticking with the greatest, and then list the great southern novelists, the numbers would actually be similar. But that may be attributed more to the fact that the north has a much more highly concentrated population; I suspect that if you were to do a per capita comparison, the number of novelists of southern origin would turn out to be more impressive than an initial glance might indicate. In either case, the great novelists of the north remain very much overshadowed by the poets.<br />
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Someday, when I've read a lot more and have time to spare, I'll probably begin thinking about this phenomenon in earnest, evaluating my current hunches (isn't the word "hunch" a hideous one?) and comparing the numbers more carefully. What I'm more interested in observing now is that I absolutely love New England poetry, and that I think there's something to be said for reading works that have their roots in <i>your </i>home.<br />
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Before getting into that first observation, however, I should note that the fact that I and other New Englanders have a "literature" at all is rather strange, by American standards. I have learned since college that comparatively few people in America have strong local roots; New England and the Old South seem to be two of the only places where local identities have developed and actually become part of the consciousness of kids as they grow up. And hence there actually is such a thing as "New England" literature and there is such a thing as "Southern" literature, but barely a, say, Texan or midwestern literature, and even less a Californian one.<br />
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Here in Maine you still have town meetings and lobster fishermen, and people who make their living wading through knee-deep mud to dig for clams, and dairy farmers, and kids from The County getting off school for a few weeks to help with the potato harvest. You'll find the names of your neighbors on 300-year-old tombstones in the private plots dotting the roadsides. You might grow up, as my siblings and I did, playing in a bowl-shaped hill that is actually the ruins of the house that your neighbor's family used to live in. . .during the French and Indian war, and you'd know that one of them was scalped but survived and that the age and eventual success of the family is why the neighbors own all the surrounding land for several miles. You'll know why there's nothing quite like eating clam chowder on a cool August evening, and you'll recognize the smell of dying leaves and fresh apples in October. You'll know what it's like to canoe through the bog and come face to face with a moose. <br />
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Having experienced stuff like this first hand certainly makes a poem like Elizabeth Bishop's <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15213">The Moose</a> or Wilbur's <a href="http://adraughtofvintage.com/2010/10/05/october-maples-portland-by-richard-wilbur/">October Maples, Portland</a> resonate a little more deeply. Not that one can't understand and appreciate them without being from the region. You can still look at the meters and imagery and be quite moved wherever your origins might be. But the lovely thing about a line that describes autumn leaves "yield[ing] us through a rustled sieve / The very light from which time fell away" can be understood two ways: through intellectual recognition, a recognition that hinges on understanding the words and being able to compose of them a coherent mental image, or through empathetic recognition, hinging on having experienc<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">ed roughly the same types of things, so that you barely have to imagine the</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "gravelly roads,. . ./ rows of sugar maples,/. . .clapboard farmhouses / and neat, clapboard churches, / bleached, ridged as clamshells, /. . . twin silver birches"--you see them quite clearly, and the scene resonates emotionally not only by virtue of its </span>objective aesthetic qualities, but also because you have your own set of memories associated with it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Of course, it's pretty obvious that the line between the two types of "recognition" involved in reading poetry gets pretty blurred in practice. For one thing, we only understand language at all through empathetic recognition, as I see it. Intellectual recognition is possible because one can apply what one has understood empathetically to situations and settings that one has not experienced first hand. It's a very basic analogy-making process: yes, I know what "yellow" is from my memories of seeing yellow things, so I can make the "</span>tincture," the "sanguine glow" of the maples a bit more concrete, and if I have any associations at all of yellow with beauty, I can have some idea of what Wilbur means when he says that the sight "cannot fail to leave a lasting stain." On the other hand, the "empathetic recognition" of which I speak will necessarily involve intellectual recognition to an extent: even if you happen to know the exact northern New England/ Canadian town of which Bishop writes, you still have never seen it at precisely the same time she did, from precisely the same perspective. And so the power of the intellect to supply what is lacking in the experience by means of analogy working to fuel the imagination is essential. Even for the readers whose cultural and geographical roots are most nearly identical to those of the poem. <br />
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The difference, then is perhaps technically no more than one of degree. One is more familiar with the imagery of art from one's own region, but the action of the imagination is by no means made unnecessary by the increased proximity. However, to admit that the difference between reading your region's poetry and the poetry of, say, Baudelaire's Paris is nothing more than a difference of degree, is not, I think, to deny that there is something peculiarly appealing about one's "own" poetry. It's rather like friendship in that respect: there's nothing about your friend <i>per se</i> that makes your acquaintance with him or her qualitatively different from your acquaintance with anyone else. But the fact that you're <i>more familiar </i>means also that you are more invested in the friend than in other people: you may sympathize quite genuinely when you hear of a tragedy it the family of an acquaintance, but that will not affect you nearly as immediately as would a tragedy in a friend's family, which can have almost the effect of a tragedy in your own. The more your understanding of a poem (or a painting, or a person) may be characterized by this empathetic recognition, the more you are invested in the object of understanding. And with that investment comes a much greater reward with each increase of understanding. <span style="font-size: small;"></span><br />
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All of which is to say that while I appreciate the depth of Bishop's discussion of the nature of knowledge in <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15209">At the Fishhouses</a>, what I (not-so secretly) apprec<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">iate the most is the fact that the poem is so </span><i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">right </i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">when it says that:</span><br />
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<pre style="font-family: inherit;">"All is silver: the heavy surface of the sea,
swelling slowly as if considering spilling over,
is opaque, but the silver of the benches,
the lobster pots, and masts, scattered
among the wild jagged rocks,
is of an apparent translucence
like the small old buildings with an emerald moss
growing on their shoreward walls."</pre>
</blockquote>Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2556908470111862027.post-19618473910883888812011-11-07T20:30:00.000-05:002011-11-08T09:30:44.637-05:00American IntoleranceA former fellow-UD student posted <a href="http://www.altmuslimah.com/a/b/b/4514/">this article</a> earlier today. The article itself says pretty much everything, and what's particularly interesting is that this is a Muslim perspective on the <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/on-faith/lawyer-charges-catholic-university-with-civil-rights-violations/2011/10/28/gIQAvrv3PM_story.html">current controversy</a> at CUA. As usual, it's members of the supposedly marginalized group who see little to complain about. No Muslim students have voiced any complaint about "intolerance" at CUA, and if crucifixes in prayer rooms offend anyone, they should jolly well realize that it's a Catholic school. If they don't like it, no one's forcing them to attend. Which the students seem quite open to understanding. Tellingly, Banzhaf has a record of suing over so-called "discrimination" issues. Which, as a lawyer, gains him a certain notoriety. I don't know about money, since I'm not familiar with such details about the workings of the legal system, but self-interest does seem to be playing a role here, since he's certainly not advocating on the behalf of any students.<br />
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One of the really disturbing characteristics of contemporary American litigiousness is its penchant for attacking free religious expression under the guise of supporting "separation of church and state". There are several problems with the situation. For one thing, there's the nagging question of how a private institution that is open about its religious orientation can legally be considered "the state". Last time I checked, Catholic U. was a privately-run university, and should have a right to express its religion freely; at least, it should if you're going to let the First Amendment mean much of anything. Generally the litigious types tend to get around this by confusing "state" with "public"...in other words, if it can be seen, it's tantamount to the state assenting to it, which does <i>not </i>mean that the state is merely tolerating it; it <i>must </i>mean that the state is actively forcing it on everyone else as the official religion. Risible logic.<br />
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Are we really willing to take the European route and opt for pure secularism? I.e. no, or at least very limited, public expression of religion? I have problems with that, but hey, at least they're <i>consistent </i>about it in Europe. The same standards apply to Christians, Jews, and Muslims when it comes to religious practices. The second big problem with the American situation is that it's always the Christians who have to pay. It makes sense. We like underdogs here, so minorities are pretty romantic things to have around. If you decide to make an easy buck suing someone over religious expression, it had better be Christians that you target, because they're the majority, and it's easy for everyone to forget that denying them freedom of religious expression is just as unconstitutional as denying it to minority religions. Just to clarify things for the record: I'm very happy to see a Happy Hanukkah sign in a store, but I think it's ridiculous that Merry Christmas has become a legitimate litigation target. Go ahead and wear the hijab or wear a cross to school: you should be treated the same either way.<br />
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Now, I don't think that there would ever be (not within a hundred years or so at least) a written law explicitly limiting public religious expression in America. The ideal of religious liberty is far too important to us even today, when more than half the population can recite two words of the Declaration. What I'm more concerned about is the effect of litigation on the <i>de facto </i>law. If everyone knows that Christians can get into big financial trouble simply for putting a cross in a classroom <i>because they have the misfortune to be a historical majority</i>, then that's as much discrimination in practice as a written law would be.Theresehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15714371500752756536noreply@blogger.com3