1.30.2004

retreat!

run away! our house group/church/whatever is going on a little retreat this weekend. good stuff. we're going to have a night of fun, a day of work, another night of fun, a morning of sharing, and then we're outtie. i'm excited. i'm especially excited that we're covering foster's chapter on "study" in the saturday afternoon spot because he emphasizes three areas for study: 1. christian literature (classic stuff), 2. nature, and (c) non-christian culture. i get to lead the culture part and i'm going to have us watch a little episode of the simpsons. yeah baby! then we get to study it, meaning we watch it again and pull out the relevant stuff. then we'll talk about the implicit and explicit values in the show. it's what INTPs dream of...seriously. i wish we had a bona-fide artist in our midst to help us critique some art. where's francis schaeffer when you need him? on an unrelated note: does anyone have any experience with the new garageband 1.0? luke & i have been jamming away with it. i wish i knew how to change tempos mid-song though.

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1.28.2004

My Dear Mogslopper,

The giddiness evident in your last email to me indicates you are either naive or are trying to test me. On the contrary I tell you: it does matter that your man belongs to the Church; it does not matter so much what church your man belongs to. The difference is immense. On the one hand, we wish for every man to be completely absorbed in himself. As he looks inward, not to examine himself but simply to see what it is he desires, he becomes smaller and more shriveled in his spirit. It is like the Ouraborous--the snake that eats its own tail: he can be as greedy or dainty as you please, he will still consume himself eventually. Now the truly lusty man will gobble himself up in chasing after pleasure. Even though he will eventually reach our Father's House if all goes according to plan, these fleshly lusts are not enjoyable for us. They are base, yes. They are strong Lusts, yes. But they were put there by the Enemy to serve some purpose. It is only through our twisting that they take on the fruitful significance in our patients' lives that we long for. But the miserable brutes still gain pleasure out of the Lusts and any Tempter will tell you that is laborious to watch for a Spirit. On the other hand, we want the man (as I've indicated before) to look outward continually, sincerely believing he is being truthful while simultaneously producing nothing but lies, to be sincerely in love with the ideal of truth and completely incapable of stooping to produce an honest statement. This is but one way to move your man in two directions at once. Eventually, you will find this divided human's friends leave him. His business associates distrust and avoid him. He becomes increasingly isolated and therefore even easier to tempt. It is a downward spiral of hypocrisy that warms the hearts (and stomachs) of devils Low and Lower. At the same time, his outward focus has been so honed by you, his Tempter, that he is aware of every minute inconsistency, injustice, weakness, foible, etc. in his neighbor. Again, you want him to desire to love his neighbor as himself so that he superficially speaks of love and neighborliness without initiating any lasting, internal or external change. So how does this apply to the Churchman? Above I mentioned that the type of church your patient attends is not important. I do not want to over-state my case, there are churches that only have the facade of Christian ritual pasted over an essentially homogenized bit of respectable, self-congratulatory acquisition (or even naked avarice), packaged in numbing sermonizing and hymnody. This, I think I can safely say, is nearly as good as not having a human be in the Church at all. But in this day and age, these churches are generally confined to the under-educated, under-employed areas of the United States they call, pejoratively I might add, the "Bible Belt." Your man is just outside of this region, in the "urbane area"--locals where our Methods have become entrenched in society so as to be inseparable. If your patient attends a church in these areas, now patronizingly hostile to churches in general, beware. You may have permitted him to stumble in to a veritable hotbed of gentleness, self-control, compassion, and the rest of that lot. In either case, you should avoid having him view this thing they call Worship or the Service or the Message or the Program as a time of instruction and molding by the Enemy. In the best case scenario, your patient spends one hour upon the grist mill of the Church a year (or at most once a month). The entire time, you should drive his attention toward the woman with the nasally voice, the way in which the music is ever so slightly off , or, if he is an especially inward-examining twit, the way he feels like not quite enough was accomplished in the hour and he left feeling dissatisfied. Your patient should never put together the fact, so obvious to us, that this hour is just a formal expression of how the Enemy would like him to be living anyway. If he was as truly internally and externally as quiet and reflective, self-controlled and kind the rest of the week or month or year as he is over this hour, we would be undone. Make him sense the ridiculous or irritating or unseemly or unacademic or non-progressive or vaguely unsatisfying nature of that one hour and let your patient assume it is the fault of the others in his church--the clergy or the laity or, better, the whole preposterous Religion. Maybe with years of training, he will believe that, as hypocritical and silly as the Enemy's Church is, Its Founder likewise must be cosmically undesirable. You see in his great Love for the vermin, the Enemy wants your man to be in a position of learning initiated or refreshed during that one hour that your patient then carries with him throughout the intervening days. Supposedly, a churchgoer will be learning to love as a reflection of how the Enemy loves. Your patient should believe, however, that he is a competent critic of his fellow churchgoers, analyzing the surface nuances of language and appearance. A well-Trained patient would not be concerned about learning to become more loving. If it were up to him, he might for instance change a thing or two about the whole "Love your neighbor as yourself" to make it a bit less demanding. Not because he recognizes his own shortcomings mind you, but because his neighbors are just so damned unreasonable or poorly dressed that they are all, to a person, unlovely and unlovable. Certainly, he can have loving feelings toward those outside of his tiny new "family of saints" as much as he wants--as long as they remain at a distance that permits only superficial relationships. The patient's inability to love his nearer neighbors, his Christian neighbors, will make it nearly impossible for him to go beyond milk-and-water feelings toward anyone he truly gets to know. The really difficult commands of the Enemy--the one where He commands his Followers to love their enemies as they want to be loved--will be right out the window in practical life (though he may assent to it in his fantasy). And it is by this style of temptation that your patient survives membership in the Church unscathed. It goes without saying that he should never be allowed, despite the Enemy's strategies in the opposite direction, to view himself the way that we do: an eminently Significant Creature that has fallen and cannot regain his feet on his own. If he becomes dependent on the Enemy without becoming proud about his dependency (an act of internal Rebellion, you can be sure), then, Mogslopper, you can count your patient lost to us. But for now: constancy, Mogslopper! Get your man to become a connoisseur of church gatherings, never committing himself deeply to any of the Churchpeople. He can go inside the building and watch the primitive rituals and sing the horrid songs all he wants as long as he remains disconnected from the people. That will keep him safely oriented toward a long and...flavorful...future Downhere. Ever Willing to Advise, Your Uncle

not to inflame everyone

but check this out. even if you disagree, you gotta give 'em props for creativity.

1.27.2004

quote for today

"The word boredom did not enter the language until the eighteenth century. No one knows its etymology. One guess is that bore may derive from the French verbbourrer, to stuff. Question: Why was there no such word before the eighteenth century? . . . (f) Is it because the self first had the means of understanding itself through myth, albeit incorrectly; later understood itself through religion as a creature of God; and now has the means of understanding the Cosmos through positive science but not itself because the self cannot be grasped by positive science, and that therefore the self can perceive itself only as a ghost in a machine? How else can a ghost feel otherwise toward a machine than bored?" --Walker Percy, Lost in the Cosmos

failed allegory

walking to work today i noticed three distinct types of sidewalk shoveling and thought there might be some sort of spiritual allegory going on. you be the judge. the first type of sidewalk i noticed (mostly because it was right outside my door) was the completely unshoveled sidewalk. this sidewalk had accumulated two to six inches of snow from saturday night and sunday. on monday, it was not icy and gave one a fairly good grip for walking. with all of the rain and warmth last night, however, it had become soup. very unpleasant to plod through. traction was tenuous and sloppy. the second type of sidewalk i came across was the completely shoveled sidewalk. this sidewalk had been scraped down to cement with a fair amount of effort and probably back pain. on monday, this sidewalk was treacherous. the snow had been removed but underneath was a transparent glaze of ice. monday, i cursed the slipperiness of the shoveled walk and thought myself wise for not having shoveled. but by today, the shoveled sidewalk was merely wet and as reliable as ever. the third type of sidewalk was the partially shoveled sidewalk. this sidewalk had been cleared early in the course of the snowfall saturday or sunday but then had not been revisited as the snow continued to fall and temperatures warmed, cooled, and warmed again. the result was fine when there was just snow on the ground sunday. it was actually easier to walk through than the icy, shoveled sidewalk. on monday, the light coating of snow became crunchy with icy and more difficult to navigate. by this morning, the partially cleared snow had melted and then re-frozen. the result was a thick but still transparent glaze of ice--unexpectedly terrible to walk over. you would need metal cleats to not fall on this stuff. one resulting question to make this into an allegory: was the sidewalk better or worse for not being shoveled? if we translate this over into a message of "religion" or "christianity" or something, could we say that the first person is completely unchurched, the second a die-hard believer, the third a person concerned with religion but not willing to make massive changes in their lives? i'm not sure, but this is what i was thinking as i walked to work. now i wonder if it was just dumb musing. where's a good quote when you need one?

1.26.2004

another quote for today

"Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of Thorns. "These things and deeds are diametrically opposed: they are as distinct as is vice from virtue. Men too often confound them: they should not be confounded: appearance should not be mistaken for truth; narrow human doctrines, that only tend to elate and magnify a few, should not be substituted for the world-redeeming creed of Christ. There is--I repeat it--a difference; and it is a good, and not a bad action to mark broadly and clearly the line of separation between them. "The world may not like to see these ideas dissevered, for it has been accustomed to blend them; finding it convenient to make external show pass for sterling worth--to let white-washed walls vouch for clean shrines. It may hate him who dares to scrutinize and expose--to raise the gilding, and show base metal under it--to penetrate the sepulchre, and reveal charnel relics: but hate as it will, it is indebted to him." --Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre. (a book i never liked till now)

quote for today

another excellent and provocative book on community. not to stir the pot on the whole small church vs. large church issue: this seems to be more focused on the theology of community versus individualism from John the Baptist, through Jesus, Peter, Paul, and the earliest ekklesia through the Constantinian state-wide church. he even mentions Augustine and the contribution of The City of God: "When did the church no longer venture to say that it was the messianic location of absolute renunciation of violence? When did the church no longer understand itself as God's contrast-society? When did the idea of being God's sign among the nations recede in its awareness? When we ask questions with this precision, it is clear that the so-called 'Constantinian Turn' marks a profound break. And if we seek a literary indication of this break, Augustine's City of God must in any case be mentioned. This last great apology, the climax of all Christian apologies, reflects some very clear shifts...." --Gerhard Lohfink, Jesus and Community (Eng. trans. 1984). pp. 181-182.

D.A.R.Y.L. a.k.a. Barrett Oliver a.k.a. Bastian from The Neverending Story

Rog, I believe you are referring to the movie D.A.R.Y.L. Charming boy. Too bad he is an android. Rog, good to hear from you. I understand your confusion about the naming. I guess the guy that invented (or discovered) this particular class for parenting had the last name of Bradley. He bears little resemblance to our at times fuzzy Chicago friend. Being a liberal economically but not morally, I sometimes feel uncomfortable around people who live "alternative lifestyles"--meaning not necessarily homosexuality but women who just want a baby (not a "family") and so have a man as a sperm donor who is not going to be involved in a child's life (like that Ace of Base song "All that she wants") or another arrangement--because I come out so far on the conservative side that I seem unduly judgmental. I know that this sounds like a joke to many of my self-proclaimed conservative friends because they feel like we already are "granola," but being around truly granola people can be off-putting: you have to watch your step lest you wax too consumeristic. I guess I feared this birth class would be like that--people knitting their own diapers out of hemp, women interviewing guys to see who would be the best father (even if he wasn't the biological father), lots of dancing around and chanting how we were going back to the mothering source of life through the birth process--things like that. I was pleasantly surprised that everyone was simply concerned with how the mother was going to handle delivery given that most people are delivered by complete strangers in very businesslike hospitals. It's not that the miracle of birth is rare enough to have tons of trumpery in the moment, but it is still a tumultuous and celebratory thing. You'd like to have some time with mom and dad and baby getting to know each other before baby is whisked away to have shots and tests and measurements and rankings and all of the other "welcome to western society" things that happen to it right after birth. You'd like to have mom be as prepared as possible. You'd like to have dad more involved than simply sitting in the waiting room with a box of cigars. And that is how we ended up in a Bradley class. It was not a "male-bashing, emotion-touting, baby-blubbering parental class," as far as I can tell. On a completely unrelated note, 1000 blank white cards is a great game to play with creative and relatively non-sense-itive people. it was at least as fun as billed. as always, it was a joy to see joshua and zena and now abe in addition to mazzy. i can honestly report he is not an android. they were gracious enough to visit our attempt at messy church on sunday. just in case you're wondering, josh can now vouch for the fact that i am a mr. sensitive ponytail man, even if there were some of you who doubted that before. and to add to that, mr. cook insists that our kitchen-destroying labor over the weekend was akin to a church-experience for him. i know i was getting watery eyes and labored breathing...but that may have just been the asbestos fibers.

1.24.2004

Bradley Who?

I started reading the last blogg wandering how Brad fit into the storyline, and certainly considered Bradley to be an endearing term for our good friend Brad. I havenever inmy life heard of a pre-natal class being named after a guy named Bradley. Sure, call it 'project Storm' or 'Expectants'....but Bradley? When I think of Bradley I think of a pipe-wielding, God-fearing, people-loving kind of guy. I don't think of male-bashing, emotion-touting, baby-blubbering parental class...if indeed that is what Bradley stands for. In fact, there was a movie about a Boy made in the 80's who was in fact a robot...but who looked like a boy (not the AI boy!)...and that movie could have been called Bradley....but a ... Sometimes I wonder whether the UK shall progress immensely if we ever cut off our ties with an American society that names classes after a guy named Bradley. Something akin to the regression experienced after the collapse of the Roman empire is occuring on these fair shores, and it is no coincidence that our youth are watching American TV and eating American food. Perhaps we all need to venture back to the lifestyle of the Pioneers on the 1800's - get ourselves a true vocation and a work-ethic, and start afresh in the knowledge that if momma says 'too much candy is bad for you' then momma is right and you shouldn't indulge yourself so glutonously. Incidentally, what are your thoughts on President James Garfield? Im reading a good book written about his early years. Written in the early 20th century it depicts a literary tract that is more CHaracter-focussed than it is 'possession orientated'. Where has all the character gone? Enough Rambling. I look forward to hearing more about Bradley.

1.23.2004

bradley

i love winter in Ohio. i'm not being sarcastic, sardonic, ironic, paradoxical, etc. just think of it: three whole months without buzzing insects; the air is super-dry so sweat comes right off, in fact there's no need to sweat at all because it's 15 degrees; it's not like Buffalo where you have 324587" of snow a year...but there's a chance you will have some snow; you get to wear really fuzzy baggy clothes that you wouldn't be caught dead in during the summer; nights are longer so you don't feel guilty about sleeping longer; people don't want to hang around outside so they come in to play board games and drink hot-chocolate; if you're lucky and live by a moderately large pond, you'll be able to walk on water for a week or two; our basketball teams aren't very good, so you can watch without the agonizing pressure to not screw up lest they be booted from a tournament or the right bowl game; there's no smog; girls on campus are wearing clothes; pets have that faint glazed look about them when they come in from outside and really want you to pet them to warm them up; you can feel the bone-chilling cold like the very elderly do constantly but then it goes away (why is this a good thing? i dunno, some metaphysical desire, i guess); you can set things on fire inside your house without being called an arsonist. This list is getting weird. Anyway, it was 9 degrees last night when we drove to Reynoldsburg to go to our first Bradley class. Before we even signed up for the class, I think I really believed there would be some sort of kooky ceremony with people holding hands and dancing around in a circle, praying to the fertility goddess or something. There wasn't. Then I thought that everyone would be very granola and we wouldn't fit in. They weren't. Then I was sure that all of the women would be super-feminists and we'd sit around and male-bash for two hours. We didn't. Everyone was normal (even the instructor) except that we all believed that the husbands (and they were all husbands...no "partners" or "sperm donors") could help make the process of pregnancy and birth easier. So I won't tell you that we just bonded for two hours--there was lots of "I have no idea what I'm doing" from part of the group and some "our first birth experience really sucked" from others--but it was affirming in some way to know that we aren't the only clueless about-to-be parents in Columbus and not the only ones who are somewhat suspicious about the automated/industrialized/pre-packaged way that medicine is practiced in so many hospitals. We want an alternative but, not being professionals, don't know what a viable alternative would look like. We sat around and practiced exercises for a couple of hours, talked about our fears, made some jokes, and that was it. On the way home, i flipped out about our lack of vegetables in our diet. i don't know why i get this fear that our baby's going to turn out with a massive vitamin deficiency and its teeth won't come in so we'll have to chew its food for it and spit it into its mouth...but i do. it took me all day to finish this. it's 4:30p now and snowing like crazy. ah, winter!

Playing Small

For Erik: Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that frightens us. We ask ourselves 'who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; its in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." Marianne Williamson From her book Return To Love (Commonly mistaken to be a quote by Nelson Mandella)

A Boy

Erik, If my dreams are anything to go by, I had a very vivid dream that you and Brooke shall indeed be parents to a lovely boy. The weird part about the dream is that the baby boy was walking only 2 days after being born. Perhaps a sign he shall be slightly premature. If dreams are just dreams, than perhaps I should just 'shut my pie hole'. Such a lovely dream though. It may be that I also just found out my boss' wife just had a baby boy this morning...premature...so the dream ties in well there too. It is very exciting to know that you will be a father. I sense your apprehension through your writing, and indeed can understand it only in such a limited capacity as man, sans wife, sans baby can. As I read your Bloggs I am also excited for your future in both academia and life generally. You write with a clarity and understanding that I have not come across very often. I hope that you find an avenue more worhty than a Blogg site to share your thoughts on life with the world.

1.22.2004

Shouldn't 've said that

January 4th, 2004 "Mars is now our sandbox." --Charles Elachi, director of NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, Calif. January 22, 2004 "Oh yeah?!?" --Mars, fourth planet from Sun January 22, 2004 "'a serious anomaly' occured onboard the robot Spirit Wednesday" --Peter Theisinger, Mars Exploration Rover project "'no one single fault...that we can conceive of' can explain this anomaly." --Jennifer Trosper, mission manager of surface operations

why am i up at 2am?

a list. i have three cats. does that make me crazy cat person(s)? why we play game to shoot each other? why not go shoot each other with the paintball guns? play basketball? activities people! we're pastey designers (or project managers of said designers). we need sunlight, protein. hi amyjoy! boy, i hope you're reading this and i'm not some sort of crazy 2am type of cybercreep. it was good to meet you; face with a name and all that. you're good for daniel. mr. fox, i presume. we still can talk like before. girl and all. columbus is good even when slippery. comments. why do luke and i always end up with like one comment and the rest of the world is chattering away with each other? this isn't self-pity as much as curiosity. i lied. it's pity. but pity for luke too. we began to name our cats after poets. then we thought--that's crazy talk. you have to stick with "fuzz" or "mr. jingles." now we have to name the baby j. r. r. tolkien, just to keep with trends. but what if it's a girl? will anyone know the difference? j. r. r. is a pretty good girl name too. pringles is not. neither is floopsy. well.... little do they know, i'm not mogslopper. 1000 blank cards could be riotous. or torturous. or rigorous. please say it's not that. this is not stream of conciousness. this is being inexplicably up at 2am. how come bpritts hasn't bloged in months? is he dismembered? choked on pancake batter? drunk? if he wrote about his drunkenness, would we be more or less interested? is this some sort of a joke? my teeth feel all scummy. i can't believe i just wrote that and now will post it. but it's not being transparent. transparent is when there's some despicable part of you that can't possibly be concieved of as charming in any way and you lay it out there anyway without hope of winning brownie points from the observers but in as close to total humility as possible. and even then it's an act. i'm not cynical, i'm INTP. that means i can't help analyzing the $^!% out of @#!&. this is rapidly descending from a PG to a PG-13 blog. someone rescue me from my own inability to be rescued. i think big churches are good as long as you mean body of christ by the word church and not just building or large numbers of lights pointed at a stage. i think small churches are good as long as you mean body of christ and not a clique or a please make room for my enormous and sensitive ego group. ideally, we're a body and the arms aren't saying get a life to the legs and the legs aren't saying you're going to hell to the arms and the kneecaps aren't saying you don't have a patella so get lost to the elbows. don't even start with the fingerpointing cause the analogy just gets all muddled there. i'm going to regret posting this in the morning. i swear, this has everything to do with being tired and on the way to being a dad and nothing to do with LSD or conversing with members of the Bruderhoff. i'm eight, yes eight, years sans-dad this week and i still get all tearsy thinking about it. how can i parent when i had such a rotten one? yes, all things made new and all that...then why do i still fall into same traps for 20+ years? sin=not a christian? sin=stronghold unprayed for? sin=now but not yet? then why bad parenting model + good god = good parent? these things are way way too complex for 2am (pushing 3). i fear john's going to kill me tomorrow. or at least shame me by using my post against me. or tell jer to shame me. and my cats. i should hit delete now and eject this into the void like ripley jettisoned the alien out of the airlock in the first movie and then turned on the rockets but instead i know i'm going to hit post+publish and feel either completely foolish or grimly resolute tomorrow. i'm not good with this whole just laying it out there thing. yes, part of it is the introversion, but a good part is the fear of blatant emotional manipulation. remember that dad comment? there's a good bit of it i learned there--that someone can feign sincerity if it gets them what they want and so, born skeptic perhaps, i am suspicious that you are going to try to use your or my emotions to get something not quite pure from me. okay, that's something like transparency. ugh. good thing b never reads this tripe. she'd elbow me in the sore rib. man, once you've had a bit of elbow to the rib, you forget all about faintly pleasant 2 to 3am blog ramblings.

1.21.2004

My Dear Mogslopper,

Please tell Mr. 'Nosher that his title is somewhat suspect. Junior Tempters do not have undersecretaries; I have undersecretaries. If, Mogslopper, you have employed or otherwise enslaved a minor demon in your service, you are in violation of Article 45456568623.3452b in The Infernal Code, and I am required to report you. An aside: if you have indeed captured another supernatural denizen against its will, you are conducting yourself admirably and will be promptly promoted down the scale. I acknowledge the paradox. The only explanation I can offer is that justice is inferior to Competition as a rule. But let us review the question Mr. 'Nosher brought up with his nonsensical grammatical style in the last post: the topic of avarice. The particular sin I believe your patient in the middle of America would call "greed." Like most other aspects of our Assignment, tempting a human toward the acquisition of goods is in the course of his nature--and anything strictly natural is to be discouraged for it was originally put there by the Enemy. Material items, even riches, are not in their essence Evil. Neither are they Good. They are merely a part of the human environment like trees or oxygen. There is a method by which their Creator outlined the vermin use their materials. For instance, the items are not to be fashioned into representations of spirits and worshipped. The Hebrews called this "fashioning a Graven Image" and it is forbidden by the Enemy in the most stringent language. Hence, any time you can move a man into a position of worship utilizing a Graven Image (for example a golden calf or a small green paper bill), you have struck a major victory for our Father Below. Recently, within the last five centuries or so and in the northern latitudes, the Method prescribed for us Tempters is one of oblique distraction: instead of letting the ignoramuses fear and worship us in the form of an Idol, we are to make them into Materialists. They should not even consider our work as a sign of our presence in their world. They are to believe that they exist on a Silent Planet because it is a Silent Universe. Fortunately, all of their science is directed at proving this. And they never guess that it is the structure of their listening and interpretation that is suspect. Once they come to disbelieve in us, or see us only as dancing Goons in red tights from children's tales, our work at making them full of avarice is half-done. Let me explain. Our version of Competition has become Law for them (that every devil can agree on!). They no more think the Universe is Cooperative than they believe Eve's Apple was a real Apple. Instead, we have crafted a vision--promoted by a certain Reverend Malthus, one of my most cooperative patients I might add, and a troubled idiot of a man, Charles Darwin, one of Corkhoff's patients if memory serves--that Progress is only available to those that succeed at outstripping their neighbors. It used to be called Becoming Modern or Civilized. Now they refer to it as "developing" or "industrializing" or "the American Dream;" they all refer to the same belief that there is too little to go around and the one that ends up with the most is somehow the greatest. As they also believe in a Silent Universe--where material is all that there Is--and a closed System--where the Enemy's Miracles (a misnomer, I might add) or our "Interventions" cannot possibly happen--accumulation is the only sure bet at safety, security, popularity, and inner peace. (I know you are snickering at this last point, but that is really their belief!) If you play your puppet right, he will seldom ask why he thinks a faster computer or newer automobile or larger house or more fashionable wardrobe is necessary. It Just Is. Even in the mind of a Moral man, the question will not be Why Accumulate At All? It will instead be How Much Is It Worth? Is it worth your human taking on a second employment, reducing some other expenditure, giving less to his fellow man? You really must encourage him to take the latter option, by the way. Your patient should be giving as little as possible to anyone else--caring for his own needs before anyone else's. Do not let him question what he means by needs. You see, Mogslopper, safety, security, popularity, and inner peace are truly what these buggers are after. They have what an envoy of our Enemy called a Hole in their spirits. As creatures, they are partially His and always feel somewhat drawn toward His desires for them. If we can convince them that stuffing their emptiness with Material things, the only things they believe exist in their Silent Universe, will satisfy their vague loneliness, they will gladly stuff and stuff and stuff. If nothing else, they believe they can mitigate the pain of that Hole. At best, they ignore the feeling and the ineffectiveness of that particular coping method and instead turn on the television to the evening news, where their senses will be curiously deadened even further. Mr. 'Nosher's point that these Materials are temporary is half-right. They indeed cannot last forever. However, you are better not to draw too much attention to their temporal nature, lest your patient dwell on his non-temporal nature. Even things that are quite flash-in-the-pan can give them unadulterated joy, a sight I detest to see in even the most depraved patients. As in most situations, you should drive him to mistreat this thing the Enemy has provided for his debased enjoyment. If he enjoys fine wine, have him collect the wine, never drinking it but always comparing it to the wine collections of others. This way he will not actually use the material object to bring himself pleasure but to keep the potential for pleasure always out in front of him, always aching for fulfillment but never fulfilled. Does he prize a fashionable piece of clothing in order to assure him standing with his peers? Allow him to buy the clothing but look at the man more muscularly built than himself and wonder why he cannot ever look that confident in the same clothing. (If you guessed that confidence is something unobtainable by purchasing fabric, you are insightful. See that he does not question this.) Does he enjoy the feeling of exhilaration at driving a motorcycle? Instead, have him get in with an exclusive motorcycle set that makes him feel not quite secure in his riding skills when around them, far too sure of his skill when away from them. He will be miserable even in the midst of his joy at accumulating and experiencing. Your man wants acceptance and peace. We want the hollowed out wail of unfulfillment. The Enemy wants your patient whole in his voluntary dependence (a terribly free act); we want to swallow him whole and slippery like a raw oyster. Remember, Material was created by the Enemy. If you can either make him accumulate too much or fear and loathe the crass Material uniformly, you've hooked your patient well. We want him a savory Gnostic--unable to believe in a Spirit who became Flesh and dwelt among them; even less able to balance his need for Material with his obligation to his fellow human. For the Cause, Your Dear Uncle

1.20.2004

Britologies

Erik I can always partake in your life by the pseudo-geek track of presenting material for perusal. Have you ever considered these words. Ta'ra [Terr...ahh) meaning good bye Plonker (dork) Shut up you tart! You git! (idiot in a funny way) Tough Titties (Tits) (Hard luck) alright me duck (how are you) alright pettle (as above) Hi Poppit (affectionate term of endearment) If these are not new, then you have surpassed my attempt at humour. Good luck with house group, and do fill me in when you get a chance. God Bless Rog

From Mugnosher, Mogslopper's understudy

Affectionate Uncle, Why is it the humans eat so willingly from the trappings of even the most unworthy dementor? Can it be that they really are in love with themselves and hence become blind to the realisation that life is not about how much they can accumulate. It is wonderful to distract them and Im finding great pleasure in twisting my latest puppet. Their need for money, established long ago by great uncle Corkhoff, provides the simplest of playthings. Their pride at having the stuff amuses me no end, and it is particularly wonderful to whisper words of envy into their susceptible ears. Ha, they want something that will be outdated before long, something temporary. There is always something temporary Uncle, something to keep them from thinking about the eternal. Let them live in the temporary, the forever temporary; a territory we can always manipulate. With Dreadful Gladness Mugnosher

1.19.2004

Portrait of an INTP

Cogito ergo sum. At least, according to my overly generalized personality test. i guess i'm also borderline INFP. so a little heart, a little brain. a great big...personality. now you know why i'm always such a pain in the arse.

quote for today

this is from a book i saw recommended on this post by Chris Smith. word-'round-the-campfire has it that mr. smith is introverted but radical. i like him already. if taken seriously, this stuff hits you in the gut. __________ "Scott Peck talks of pseudo-communities. These are where people pretend to live community. Everybody is polite and obeys the rules and regulations. They speak in platitudes and generalities. But underlying it all is an immense fear of conflict, a fear of letting out the monsters. If people start truly to listen to each other and to get involved, speaking from their guts, their anger and fears may rise up and they might start hitting each other over the head with frying pans. There are so many pent-up emotions contained in their hearts that if these were to start surfacing, God knows what might happen! It would be chaos. But from that chaos, healing could come. They realize what a terrible mess the community is in, what horrible fears inhabit them. Then they feel lost and empty. What to do; what road to take? They discover that they have all been living in a state of falsehood. And it is then that the miracle of community can happen! Feeling lost, but together, they start to share their pain, their disillusionment and their love, and then discover their brotherhood and sisterhood; they start praying to God for light and healing, and they discover forgiveness. They discover community." --Jean Vanier. Community and Growth (2nd ed; 1989). pp. 33-34.

1.16.2004

My Dear Mogslopper,

Today in my Inbox, I received your protracted report. I have not had sufficient opportunity to thoroughly review it, but you seem to have met my expectations. Or at least your report has met expectations...your conduct as a Junior Tempter is still under Observation from Below. There is much here to work with; I veritably salivate at its contents. Especially enjoyable are points #43 ("Believes himself to be an avid reader"), #106 ("Fond of animals, maybe more so than humans), #111 ("Troubled upbringing referred to in conversation"), #317 ("Never accepted by fashionable crowd in school still sore-spot"), etc. Yes, quite satisfactory. I am pleased with myself for suggesting you compose this report. I will pour over its 11,244 itemized minutiae over the next fortnight or so and advise you accordingly. However, there is an extremely important detail that you have completely neglected to mention, as far as I can tell at first glance. This particular aspect of your patient is conspicuous in its absence. Simply put, Is he a Churchman? You have not answered the question about this man's Affiliation. Certainly, some other Infernal Source will be able to inform me accurately. Yet, I fear your omission spells the worst for our position. Be that as it may, I would rather you indicate as such directly instead of forcing me to consult other Powers of Darkness--they are so infuriatingly bureaucratic...but then, we rather prefer it that way Downhere. For now, your best course is to carry on tempting. If he is a Churchman as I now suppose, we continue to have a great many options open to our exploit, especially along those points I have already indicated in earlier posts. Bags of Bishops, Pails-full of Priests, Crates of Catholics, Mobs of Methodists, Vats of Vineyard-folk, Boxes of Baptists, Lakes of Lutherans--all incarcerated within various Levels here--can testify to the mortal difference between going to church and being enshrouded by Her. Affectionately, Your Uncle

Friday night activities

Ms. Higgins will be having a "Jamb for the Lam"--as MGordon likes to call it--at her place in worthington 7:30p. jmc has 559 starting around 6:30p tonight. if you have nothing better to do, check out one or both.

spinning

Mr. Neds-Fox has a rare gift. And now it's free for the world to observe during its leisure time.

quote for today

Good stuff to think about as we move into the "Confession" chapter in Foster's Celebration of Discipline. One of the parts of this chapter that I am constantly challenged by is Foster's insistence that corporate disciplines are useful in destroying the relationship-killing individualism that runs rampant in our lives and even within the Church. Understanding Ministry: Koinonia From the Introductory Study Guide: Understanding Ministry By Dennis McCallum and Gary DeLashmutt What is koinonia? "The early Christians 'continuously devoted themselves to fellowship.' (Acts 2:42) The word for 'fellowship' is koinonia, which means 'to have in common' or 'to share.' As those who are united with Christ, we are to share the life of Christ with one another in a way that results in individual and corporate spiritual growth. This is accomplished through the exchange of God's love and truth, which is called 'ministry' (which simply means 'service'). "Koinonia is viewed by the New Testament as a non-optional environment for spiritual growth. "Clearly such koinonia is not just a matter of attending one or two meetings a week. It is much more than that. This is why the verse so often used to stress the importance of attending church (Hebrews 10:25 '. . .not forsaking the assembling together as is the habit of some. . .'), is frequently misunderstood today. This verse is often taken to mean that only our presence at church meetings is necessary. Instead, we find that according to 1 Cor. 12:21 ('. . .the eye cannot say to the hand, `I have no need of you'. . .'), it is not just the presence of the other members that we need, but also their function. "Christians are viewed as the body of Christ because we are spiritually united with Christ and with each other. Since we are members of one another, we need to relate to each other in a mutually interdependent way. The important point, therefore, is not just that we attend meetings (although this is a necessary aspect), but that we authentically share the life of Christ with one another. Thus, '. . . speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in all aspects into Him who is the Head, even Christ, from whom the whole body, being fitted and held together by that which every joint supplies, according to the proper working of each individual part, causes the growth of the body for the building up of itself in love.' (Eph. 4:15,16). How can we practice koinonia? "The New Testament defines normative involvement in Christian koinonia in two major ways. One way is by serving other Christians with our spiritual gifts and receiving others' service through their spiritual gifts. The sphere in which we use our gifts is our ministry, or service. "Another, and perhaps more basic way to practice koinonia is through loving one another in various practical ways. In Jn. 13:34,35, Jesus told his disciples that they were to 'love one another as I have loved you.' Since they had been with Jesus for several years, they knew how he expressed love to them. Since other Christians would not have this opportunity, the apostles carefully described what this love looks like. Through what are sometimes called the 'one another' imperatives of the epistles, we are given a profile of the ways that we can love one another. Below are examples: Encourage one another (1 Thess. 5:11; Heb. 3:13; 10:25) Admonish one another (Col. 3:16; Rom. 15:14) Confess your sins to one another (Jas. 5:16) Forgive one another (Eph. 4:32; Col. 3:13) Accept one another (Rom. 14:1; 15:7) Serve one another (Gal. 5:13; Rom. 12:10) Build up one another (1 Thess. 5:11) Be hospitable to one another (1 Pet. 4:9) "As we practice giving love to other Christians in these ways, and as we allow them to express love to us in these ways, we are practicing koinonia and expressing mutual interdependence as members of Christ and one another. "Christian meetings are important in this regard because they enable us to experience koinonia during the meeting in varying degrees. They also facilitate the meeting of other Christians with whom we can build koinonia-based friendships. New Testament churches commonly met in homes as well as in large groups (see Acts 2:46; 20:20; Rom. 16:5)."

1.15.2004

why irony?

The world seems to stand in greatest relief with me when some ironic event happens. Then something that before was hidden in shadow suddenly has a surface I can almost make out. That really didn't come out the way i wanted to. Anyway, I'm stuck at home right now, waiting for two guys to finish installing a window that should have been installed about 4 months ago. I should be at element. I should be taking phone calls. I should be harassing luke. But I'm here on my PC at home instead...feeling guilty. I feel guilty because I'm at home. The irony stems from this guilt. See, I talked for about 15 minutes with a friend of mine last night on the phone about expectations and guilt and how if no one is "making you feel guilty," which is sort of a deceptive phrase anyway, and you aren't actually doing anything wrong, you shouldn't walk around with guilt. For me, and him I think, it can be debilitating and ultimately will drive us into more alone-ness as we don't want to face people when we feel guilty about something. The dumb thing is that I'm not really doing anything wrong, I'm just not at work. But this feeling of "I should be at work" is keeping me from doing anything fun. Instead, I'm spackling holes and cracks in our walls--which does need to be done badly. But it's not fun in the least. Even sitting down to type on the blog seems somehow bad. Oh well. And in retrospect, I should have gone with Jeff and John to the FOTV homeless thing last night. Guilt. The meeting that I was supposed to have got cancelled too late to go to FOTV, but there's this "shoulda done something useful instead of just hanging out with b" feeling. Guilt sucks.

1.13.2004

Lord of the Rings stuff

i'm not sure how i stumbled across this article about Lord of the Rings...but wow. you have to check it out. in my soupy mind, it relates to the earlier article about community somehow...i'm not sure in what way, but somehow.

yay! community stuff

found this great article by fellow pilgrim Chris Smith--who i don't know personally but whose blog i really appreciate. His article lays out some general groundwork for community. Like what community is, why it is, and what makes it not work. Here's a brief excerpt: "So where does that leave us? Is genuine community even possible? I believe that it is possible when a community finds its meaning and purpose in something larger than itself, or in other words when it recognizes itself as playing a role in a larger story. Stories and storytelling are essential to the health of a community; they remind their hearers of the past and prepare their listeners for the challenges of the future. If a community is founded upon and derives its meaning from a larger story about the nature of the world (i.e., a meta-narrative), then its members have reasonable grounds for self-denial since they are placing their own stories in submission to the meta-narrative. A community’s need for a meta-narrative is, I believe, the reason why religious communities generally are more viable than non-religious ones. For instance, many church congregations have been in existence for well over 100 years and some communities--particularly monastic ones--have been in existence for many hundreds of years. Religious communities are founded upon a particular story about the nature of the world (how it began, how it will end, and stories to guide its adherents in the interim years), and this meta-narrative is laid out in the basic writings of that religion."

new comments

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quote for today

Saint Simon by The Shins "After all these implements and text designed by intellects so vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine I'm trying hard not to pretend allow myself no mock defense step into the night Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me I value them but I won't cry if the time was wiped out I'm trying hard not to give in Battened down to fair the wind read my head, at least pretend allow myself no mock defense step into the night... Mercy's eyes are blue when she places them in front of you nothing holds a roman candle to the solemn warmth you feel inside there's no measuring of it as nothing else is love I'll try hard not to give in Battened down to fair the wind Read my head, at least pretend Allow myself no mock defense Step into the night... Mercy's eyes are blue When she places them in front of you nothing really holds a candle to the solemn warmth you feel inside of you."

1.11.2004

My Dear Mogslopper,

This absence of communication from you indicates you are working feverishly at compiling a list of all your patient's main identifying characteristics. I expect no less. In the interlude, let me remind you of a quite effective modus operandi practiced by the most successful tempters. Humans are, let us be blunt, angelic animals. They are the most degraded form of hybrid--at once both spiritual and corporeal. Once, even our Enemy took the form of one of these half-beasts. Of course the humans immediately misunderstood Him and hacked him up in the most delightful way then known. That's not to say that He has a distinct leg up in interactions with the bipedal rodents. But his Incarnation is nevertheless a troubling feature of the past, a persistent tale kept alive by His most devoted and gullible disciples: the Church. It is this tale, along with the peculiar way He was able to stay Alive even during Death that we must distract the humans from coming to terms with. As I said earlier, there are plenty of distractions to keep them from even being introduced to this Incarnation of the Enemy. However, should your patient (Hell forbid) somehow begin to comprehend this mystery of mysteries we have this particular m. o., which I shall describe presently. Humans are, on the whole, uncomplicated. Like a certain vegetable they eat called on-yeon, they are comprised of layers--the outer ones thin but tough and brittle, the inner ones supple and thick. They are, much like their on-yeons tasty when added to soup...especially with a little salty broth, some oyster crackers for substance, and a bit of Shi-Rhcaa sauce (it is Hell's Ketchup, after all). Their outermost layers are the ones of fantasy and imagination. These are the things they see in the world and in themselves and in others. These items may or may not be accurate but are especially useful for us because they are only in existence in their minds. Even Virtues are stripped of damaging qualities if they are kept in these outer layers. Somewhere deeper inside are the layers of Emotion and Intellect. Each age and even geographic range of humans has a tendency to emphasize either Intellect or Emotion to the neglect of the other. As a byproduct in your tempting, you should strive to widen the gap between these two layers. If you are successful, you may find you have a man who runs hot or cold emotionally but for no reason at all. He is essentially a sentimentalist or a voyeur, irrationally running from one emotional surge to another. And he disdains dwelling on one moment or event or thought for too long. Here, of course, your tactic would be to continue the distraction, continue to show your patient the obvious injustice in the world--but not so he will actually do anything about it. Rather the Enemy's sheer neglect of his own little world will become more and more apparent to him. He will quickly become master of his own universe. Yet his real goal--a single, persistent, feeling of substance--will elude him like a carrot tied to the end of a stick. Likewise, you could steer your man toward the Intellect. In ages past, we steered some of the most daunting followers of the Enemy down this road to luscious result. If the greatest proclaimer of the Enemy's message could become more concerned with his delivery of the message, the particular nuance of tone, the most historically faithful turn-of-phrase than with the message itself, we would have ourselves another--or at least this beast would be de-fanged. Thankfully, your man being an American, you probably need not worry too much about building his intellectual idols--he probably considers himself much more intellectually sound than he truly is. Near the very core of your man lies his Will. It is this chewy center that we are directly aiming at with all our most devious schemes. A man's Will directs what he does. It is his Will that the Enemy demands when he commands love with the "Heart, Soul, and Mind." It is the Will that the Enemy will be after, not to consume or dominate (tactics that frankly make more sense, as our Father Below was quick to point out at the Beginning) but to alternately discipline and lovingly coax into a sickening parent-child relationship, wherein the human becomes More Human--retaining his personality but not his self-interest. To that end, our Enemy will endeavor to forge the human into an integrated whole. In a whole human, the Will, the Intellect and Emotions, the creative layer, even the outer husk of Imagination will be aligned. And that is quite unappetizing, let me assure you. You should take the opposite course. Your m. o. should be to drive the useful parts of the man, his lusts, his greed, his secret Pride down toward his Will. There they can become entrenched habits, unbreakable and destructive at every turn, tearing huge holes in his relations with other humans. Yet his virtues, such as they are, should be pushed further and further out until they are in the imaginary portion of his personage. There they will not affect him, accept to reaffirm to himself that he is the agreeable chap that everyone loves as soon as they meet him. If you play your patient right, the extent to which this is not the case--people see him instead as quite disagreeable, irritating, rude, bad mannered, etc.--can be mirrored in his sense of self-righteous injury at mistreatment by his neighbors. In effect, you have made your patient chronically off-course: e.g., he is in reality a habitual liar but he believes he is a great truth-teller. When he is caught in a lie, he believes it is the injustice of the observer rather than the fault of himself. So, Mogslopper, you will find the patient ever more yours though he believes himself to be quite spiritually advanced, even religious. He will be locked in a masterfully crafted, unresolvable struggle that will eventually launch him into the outer Darkness where he will find only us. The look on their faces when they finally do see us...well, Mogslopper, it makes the tedium of tempting worth it. Begin to rend your patient by pushing him in both directions at once. In his imagination, he is holy. In his behavior, he is anything but. With Affection, Your Uncle

1.09.2004

"Excellent!"

"Excellent!"

1.08.2004

My Dear Mogslopper,

Clearly you missed my most salient point in the last post--that Rebellion is a tool of Hell, but like other things can be used by the Enemy for His own Purposes. This principle goes for many of our weapons and devices. Few, but significant, humans have walked through their lives abandoned to this or that vice, veritable playthings of their tempters, and then without warning have been swept up onto the Path of the Enemy. Precious qualities sown deeply into them over decades, those fortresses of habit we thought in our grasp, were decisively turned to the advantage of the Other. Of course, it goes without saying that our primary occupation is not to keep the humans to some sort of Straight and Narrow, in the manner the Enemy demands His followers progress. Instead, we need only to jar them slightly, but persistently, off course. Our Path is Broad and easy to tread. Let us, for instance, examine your patient. We have already established that he is an American. Some excellent points of leverage there. He also lives in the part known as the Midwest. Again, a certain character template--though their hearts are softer, so are their heads. Use it to your advantage. What else? Does he live with any other human? Is he a father or brother or husband? Is he a fairly sociable one or more of a recluse? Does he shave? Drink alcohol? Go to a church? Drive a fancy automobile? Pick at his teeth with mechanical pencils? Do not assume I am being humorous or facetious in my inquiries, Mogslopper. Any habit, living situation, idiosyncrasy, secret shortcoming, method of eating or speaking, even purchasing tendencies, can give us the advantage we need to twist your patient into a horrible parody of himself. All the while, the Enemy's servants are trying to make him into the unsophisticated lout he was created to be and we are rearranging him to make him more--shall we say dressed(?)--for our Cause. In your next report, I expect a detailed list of his situation, his character, his foibles, his faults. Also those of his closest associates. I am certain that we will find your first patient quite, eh, satisfying when his conversion is complete. Keep me posted, Your Dear Old Uncle

home group? church? ekklesia? gathering? horde?

Here's an update on all this homegroup stuff. Bellicose. Pathetic. Hackneyed. Pointless. Moribund. These are just some of the words I will not be using in this blog entry. Have you ever felt totally inadequate for something yet it falls together perfectly--seemingly miraculously? There's the situation in a nutshell. B and Andy and Matt and Sarah and I just thought it might be great to begin to contact and invite people to a group that were not already connected to anything. Some people we contacted were suspicious about our motives, our qualifications, maybe even our orthodoxy or (more likely) ortho-praxy. Others were suspicious without us even contacting them. But so many people, hesitant or not, responded that yes, in fact they were longing for community and no, watching TV alone or with a small non-human mammal didn't constitute community. So suddenly 20 people showed up and even though the other four "founders" are experienced, wonderful, God-fearing people, I was still terrified. Though we're not all 100% in league with the following statement--and have not as of today accepted any corporate sponsorships endorsing one particular model of church vs. another (who needs models anyway?)--the "radical" vision we're raggedly attempting to implement in our group is based on three premises. [All of these are based on scripture that i don't have references for :-)] First, that everyone has been gifted in one way or another by God for the expansion of his Kingdom. Second, that everyone is responsible for working out their salvation with fear and trembling/carrying their cross daily in the expansion of the Kingdom. Third, that we are all to bear each other's burdens/"the greatest among you will be the servant of all." To some degree, we're trying to work out Bonhoeffer's Life Together and/or John Wimber's axiom "Everyone can play." And I constantly feel dwarfed by the saints around me. Every Sunday afternoon, we have three to four hours of breaking bread together, crying out to our Father together, studying how to be more like Christ together. Every week, I walk away mystified by the ability of the Spirit to work through us--no matter our previous experience or training. People that have no professional (or even layman) expertise are capable of making the most profound insights at the right time. I know we want everyone to have perfect hermeneutics or worship-leading skills but in a small community working these things out--one where people are committed to understanding one another and taking mutual accountability seriously--we've been blessed to avoid so many pitfalls and still allow pretty much anyone to lead whatever they want. It's fully-participatory stuff. Well, this is an unsatisfactory blog entry. I'd be interested in any comments/questions about specifics in the group. To a certain extent, we're making this up as we go along and really trying to wait on the Lord to direct us. That being said, I feel much more scripturally and spiritually sound than I have before. This being-responsible-for-yourself-and-your-community thing is rewarding and tiring and challenging and unexpected and whatever all at the same time.

if you're fed up with philosophy of science stuff,

this is still a great article. I feel the same way. Here's a quote that really sums it up: "The study of nature will lead us to love and reverence God. The plants and animals are presents which our Heavenly Father has given to us. It is therefore proper that we should examine them and study them. We see then, that He who made them must be wiser and more powerful than the greatest of men... "Did the great Being who created such a profusion of wonderful and beautiful objects, and who also gave to His children eyes to see, hearts to love, and understandings, intend that they should pass them by with neglect? No, it is your duty, as it is your pleasure, to search into the wonders of created nature, to exercise your mental faculties, and to animate your feelings in thinking much upon the wondrous works of God." --Almira Hart Lincoln Phelps. Mrs. Lincoln's Lectures on Botany (1833).

quote for today

i've been hanging onto this one for a while. _____ "Hand of God" by M. L. Haskins "I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year, 'Give me a light that I might go safely out into the darkness.' And he replied, 'Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be more to you than a light, and safer than a known way.'" This reminds me of another quote, one which b has to repeat to me over and over again. It really should be on the lips of every believer most of the time: "Trust the Giver, not the gift."

don't forget to nominate...

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1.06.2004

Top Five list!

mg and jnf have more musical knowledge and talent in their pinkies than i do in my CD collection. so be sure to check with them to get a sense of what's good out there. but i thought i'd follow my own status quo and post a "Top Five New Albums I Have Loved in 2003" list a la my hero Rob Gordon of High Fidelity. I would like to make it a top ten or even top twenty-five list, but given budget constraints and the very cool complication that we got a record player and about 50 vinyl albums this year (from b's parents), i've been more on a classic rock kick than listening to new stuff. i apologize :-) [oh, just as a reminder to myself: this whole thing is opinion based and something one person loves could be a piece of crap album that you hate. they can still like it. and you can still hate it. settle down.] 5. Bleu, Redhead. Sure the lyrics might remind you of your angst-filled late teenage years. But man, he can sing. Bleu opened for Toad the Wet Sprocket at PromoWest. I thought he would suck. He didn't. B got an autographed album (groupie!) and we listened to it non-stop for about a month. 4. The Postal Service Give Up. I never would have even heard of these guys if it wasn't for jnf. Great suggestion--you may not have even known you suggested it. This album feels the way I was hoping Primitive Radio Gods would but then didn't. I had a copy for all of about 1 day before I lent it out. Great pop-electronica. 3. David Wilcox Into the Mystery. As is so often the case, I started off really disliking this album until about the 30th time I heard it. It pounds the Dark Night of the Soul theme pretty hard. The addition of Phil Keaggy and Pearce and Nance Pettit for many songs on the album improves the sound and the seamlessness of the album as a whole, but the majority of the endeavor rests on Wilcox's songwriting. I never get tired of his stories, even when they wax a trifle pedantic, just because they're crafted the way that a grandfather might craft a rocking chair for ten years before ever being able to sit in it. In my mind, Wilcox is to Christian music--even though he doesn't get marketed as CCM and really is unclassifiable folk--a classic Dylan. But there's no way he'll ever be recognized as such. He just doesn't do self-promotion very well. Nor does he speak soothingly to his audience like so much CCM does. 2. The Strokes Room on Fire. I was terrified they'd have that sophomore album thing like The Wallflowers and so many other promising bands do. Instead, they seemed to depart some of their more sing-song stuff and get down to brass tacks. I have no idea what that means, but it seems more mature than Is This It?. I really like the tempo changes on "You talk way too much." But then I'm no music critic. 1. (tie) Radiohead, Hail To the Thief and Christopher O'Riley True Love Waits. The only reason there can be a tie at number 1 is if the one covers the other and is a totally different genera. Man. My year was bookended by these two albums. HTTF seems to be adored or panned by everyone and here's why I love it: instead of becoming StereoLab (nothing wrong with that), Radiohead goes the other direction and becomes...well, Radiohead circa 1995 plus Radiohead circa 2000. I'm not sure how you do that. But somehow they manage to stitch together a bigger-than-life critique of America, wealth, violence, fatherhood...like a Frankenstein's Monster to set loose on their audiences. Much like Vitalogy was for Pearl Jam, this will be a watershed album. Some will turn away, shunning Yorke and the boys forever. Some will thirst for them even more. Although I love Coldplay, I think this album establishes Radiohead as the most mature, creative, thoughtful band in England. And as if God opened the heavens and poured forth much blessing upon me, this classical piano version of most of my favorite Radiohead songs issued in November. True Love Waits improbably recrafts certain significant points along Radiohead's musical career so wonderfully that I've found myself listening to it almost as much as the originals. If possible, the interpretation of Let Down is sadder and somehow more complete than the original. I would be jumping up and down on the keyboard if I had to put the same intensity into these songs as O'Riley. Good stuff in 2003. My runners up would have to be: Coldplay (live), White Stripes Elephant, Blur Think Tank, Yo Lo Tengo Summer Sun, GBV Human Assessments.... To be fair Cat Power You Are Free and The Shins Chutes Too Narrow may have made it on here, but I haven't listened to them all the way through yet.

quote for today

i've been reading so much fiction lately--enthralled with Sallinger's Franny and Zooey at the moment--and it's hard to find good quotes there. seems better to quote that whole story somehow. but in the midst of that, i've been picking at harvard geneticist richard lewontin's Biology as Ideology. it's not a long book, but it takes a non-Christmas-season attention span. i'll have to try harder now that it's january. anyway, it's a very valuable book, and really gets down to the heart of the matter when looking at how our ideas of DNA and the popularly accepted doctrines of science shape our social values. here's a little quote: "A Story in Textbooks" "The claim that all of human existence is controlled by our DNA is a popular one. It has the effect of legitimizing the structures of society in which we live, because it does not stop with the assertion that the differences in temperament, ability, and physical and mental health between us are coded in our genes. It also claims that the political structures of society--the competitive, entrepreneurial, hierarchical society in which we live and which differently rewards different temperaments, different cognitive abilities, and different mental attitudes--is also determined by our DNA, and that it is, therefore, unchangeable. For after all, even if we were biologically different from one another, that in itself would not guarantee that society would have given different power and status to people who are different. That is, to make the ideology of biological determinism complete, we have to have a theory of unchangeable human nature, a human nature that is coded in genes. ... "The problem for political philosophers has always been to try to justify their particular view of human nature. Before the 17th century, the appeal was made to divine wisdom. God had made people in a certain way.... But modern secular technological society cannot draw its political claims from divine justification. From the 17th century onward, political philosophers have tried to create a picture of human nature based on some sort of appeal to a naturalistic view of the world. Thomas Hobbes in his Leviathan, which argued for the necessity of the king, built a picture of human nature from the simplest axioms about the nature of humans as organisms. To Hobbes, humans, like other animals, were self-enlarging, self-aggrandizing objects that simply had to grow and occupy the world. But the world was a place of finite resources, and so it necessarily would happen that humans would come into conflict over those resources as they expanded and the result would be what he called 'the war of all against all.' The conclusion for Hobbes was that one needed a king to prevent this war from destroying everything. "The claims that organisms, especially human beings, grow without bound and that the world in which they grow is finite and limited are the two basic claims that have given rise to the modern biological theory of human nature." --Richard Lewontin, Biology as Ideology (1991). pp. 87-88.

My Dear Mogslopper,

Perhaps now is the right time to address the topic of Rebellion. Rebellion is the doctrine all of our other policies hang upon. As a Value in its own right, Rebellion is a historical reality practiced in its original, unregulated form by Our Father Below since the Beginning. It is also a potentiality, though not an indelible eventuality, of every human. Our major tactic in the battle for each individual human snack...er...soul is a delicate craft of gradual and terrible rebellion against its Maker through subtle, almost imperceptible turns away from Light and toward Self. We know, though we should never share it with the bipedal rats, that--though they think they are becoming free by building a shrine of Self with their every breath--a life spent in service to, and protection of, the Self becomes a life in Rebellion against our mutual Enemy and another small appetizer to gnaw on down here. With your patient, you want him to utilize Rebellion as much as possible. Make him think that he is being a Free Thinker or a Skeptic or a Cynic or one of the other terms they adore; all the while, draw him deeper into a dogmatic sense that he is responsible to no one other than himself. He will be completely enslaved to your desires but will be completely convinced that he is no one's servant. He will be partially right--in order to be a servant, the Enemy requires that you actively (and stupidly if you ask me) give up this sense of Self in order to attend to the needs of others. But what your patient never realizes is that he still perpetually bows to those that surreptitiously program him: the constant drones of advertisers and television, the successful and rich, the temporary and material that he walks through obliviously in the way a fish swims in water without knowing it is wet. But Rebellion can be used for our Enemy's purposes as well, mind you. Oh, not the Rebellion we are teaching him. Rebellion for Rebellion's sake is the Devil's invention. Rebellion against our ploys and agency, standing for some Value of the Enemy's come what may--these are the things we want by all means to avoid him clinging to as a drowning rodent clings to driftwood. If he is battered about by well-seeming men and women begging for him to concede, to throw down his damned Values, to stop questioning the obviousness of the World, and still holds onto some insipid Heavenly Ideal of peace or justice or true brotherhood or saintliness--or even that there are better things to do with one's Hard Earned Money then spend them on oneself--then, Mogslopper, be aware that he is very near to the Enemy's camp indeed. Thankfully, however, your man is an American. These cretins, though rock-solid in some areas of Faith and Virtue, are absolutely deplorable (thank Hell!) in matters where money and Self-preservation are concerned--The American Dream and all that lovely rubbish we've cooked up. They've made a god of Insurance, and a wealthy one at that, which means the majority of them are fully prepped for an unexamined life of Self based on Rebellion against our Enemy who desires far too much of them to be involved in His Schemes. He naively assumes that the maddened promptings of His Prophets are persuasive enough to turn them toward Him in Devotion--even in the face of the trappings we've carefully arranged all about them day by day. We know better. Keep that in mind. Fondly, Your Uncle

1.05.2004

iron sharpening hummus

At Jeff's indirect encouragement, I bring you a link to the daily office. It's not magical or anything, but it feels cool to know that around the world other believers are also praying these same prayers each day. The trick must be in making this more than just ritualistic motions.

1.02.2004

new years' quote

"Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have faith, and we know that you are the holy One of God." --Simon, who in Greek is called Petros.

quote for today

Richard Foster rocks my face off. We're studying this chapter Sunday. It's a tough one. Tough Tough Tough. and i'm sure that there could be many objections to the material.... but still.... I wish I had the patience to type out the whole chapter. _____ "Simplicity" in Celebration of Discipline "Jesus speaks to the question of economics more than an other single social issue. If, in a comparatively simple society, our Lord lays such strong emphasis upon the spiritual dangers of wealth, how much more should we who live in a highly affluent culture take seriously the economic question." ... "Simplicity is the only thing that sufficiently reorients our lives so that possessions can be genuinely enjoyed without destroying us. Without simplicity we will either capitulate to the 'mammon' spirit of this present evil age, or we will fall into an un-Christian legalistic asceticism. Both lead to idolatry. Both are spiritually lethal. "Descriptions of the abundant material provision God gives his people abound in Scripture. 'For the Lord your God is bringing you into a good land...a land...in which you will lack nothing' (Deut. 8.7-9). Warnings about the danger of provisions that are not kept in proper perspective also abound. 'Beware lest you say in your heart, 'My power and the might of my hand have gotten me this wealth' (Deut. 8.17)." --Richard Foster. Celebration of Discipline (3rd ed., 1998). pp. 83-85.

My Dear Mogslopper,

I received your last email yesterday but was in a state of repose and therefore would not respond. You notified me that weblogging has been discouraged by order of the Grand Hurm. You may choose to continue corresponding with me via email if you wish. But I for one will continue to post my half of our conversations to this blog. I fear I must explain this decision further whilst also addressing a few of the numerous misconceptions you have spouted off in your recent communiques. Grand Hurm's reasoning for ordering the shift in strategy is based on two events of which you may not be aware: (1) Grand Hurm's general ignorance of the tendencies and weaknesses of humans and (2) a somewhat embarrassing slip-up on my part some time ago. Second point first--an operative of the Enemy's intercepted a number of my written communications and had them published in book form during the last Great European War. Though initially we had great cause for alarm, and the enterprise still causes us annoyance with certain patients, the end result was minimal. Thanks to centuries of groundwork, the human mind is saturated by a constant barrage of information; few messages of the Enemy's stick to the minds of the majority of them. Soon enough, this book was filed away in the "Spiritual Fiction" sections of their libraries and bookstores--for most educated humans a section browsed as frequently as the "Theoretical Mathematics" shelves. Those of us in the Secretary's Office--unlike all the Incubus in the Grand Hurm's Offices--know (and this is my first point, told second) that modern humans have very little interest in discovering Truth for themselves. They are far more interested in what passes for Entertainment there. And even those who do seek Truth, usually assume it is true because someone they consider an Authority has stated it "statistically" or "categorically" or "scientifically"--as if the humans had a clue about what those words really mean. Humans intone such terms the way Pagan priests spoke their mystical rites long ago. So you see, despite Grand Hurm's misgivings, a blog kept by a nobody from nowhere with only a bit of Imagination on his side--even a heavily trafficked blog (which this is not, I can assure you)--is as safe a medium as any for my instructions. Of course your rather more personal disclosures about your patient's nasty habits might indeed be noticed and--Hell-forbid--altered. So for now, please continue emailing and I shall continue in this medium. The weblog, like other electronic media, is terribly malleable and therefore even more optimally suited for the state of Impermanence that we strive to sow deep into our patients's souls. Originally I intended to give you a bit of instruction on the usefulness of the Idea of Progress for tempting this particular human (he is a middle-class midwesterner, is he not?), but I see now that I will not have time to address all of my other Junior Tempters today if I continue trying to battle only your misunderstandings. Affectionately, Your Uncle