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life in the pedestrian lane: science, faith, ideas, politics, techArchive for October, 2008
RE: Guy stuff
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Who you are is a product of your experience, and also a product of the experiences you did not have. You didn’t talk to that girl, now that’s part of you– you are the guy who was too scared/angry/self-absorbed/whatever to talk to her, and that is an entirely different guy then the guy who does talk to her and it works; and an entirely different guy from the one who gets maced. That was one of the most important days of your life, and you didn’t even know it. Which brings me to the real point: every day is the most important day of your life, and you don’t even know it.
there are worse things than
being Alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than
too late.– Charles Bukowski
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Let’s explore the dysfunction of our education system.
The Last Psychiatrist writes about the lengthening of childhood and the damage it is causing our children and our society. The Last Psychiatrist specifically addresses the phenomenon of “Redshirting Kindergartners” which means starting them at 6 instead of 5. This gives them advantages in sports and in academics. It is especially popular with upper income white parents. “Kindergarten Redshirting” happens far more often with boys than girls.
I’m glad The Last Psychiatrist writes anonymously, she speaks heresy. From the post:
Why boys?
It’s obvious to anyone who has ever seen a boy that they appear, as compared to a similarly aged girl, completely retarded.
RE: Freedom from industrial slavery? Don’t worry, be happy
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The Government of England, at the moment I write these lines, are racking their brains to find a way of raising money to balance the budget… the majority of us are bound to be the poorer. Why not sow our poverty on soil which cannot fail to give increase, not of poverty, but of wealth? For the peasant possesses real wealth, whereas the stock-and-share millionaire often has little and never produces any.
We shall have to be content to forgo many luxuries to which we have become accustomed. Our manner of life, and still more the trappings of it, will have to change. But is it such a disadvantage to be rid of the slavery of the office and the factory, and the aching worry of 'keeping up appearances'?
Happiness has been long absent from England. We bid her depart nearly four hundred years ago when we flung aside the Truth for money. And money since then has built up the toppling tower of industrialism. Let us invite her back under the only conditions in which she can live.
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The British Humanist Association has been running a fund raising drive to get the needed money to run an advertising campaign on buses in the U.K. The aim is to have the following slogan running on London buses:
THERE’S PROBABLY NO GOD. NOW STOP WORRYING AND ENJOY YOUR LIFE
The aim was to raise £5,500 via small public donations, with an ultimate target of £11,000. Richard Dawkins has come to the party and matched the public donations enabling the ultimate target to be hit.
The campaign is due to start in January and is in part, a response to the ads running on buses right now advertising the Alpha Course.
I’ve got to say, I think this is fabulous.
Cardinal Spin on ‘Christian counselling’
In the following, the good Cardinal enlightens us with his brilliance on the sensitive topic of ‘Christian counselling’. (I’m pretty sure I’ve met this guy at times.)
Thanks for giving me this opportunity to post on your blog. You come across a bit liberal sometimes though, so stop it and start using the KJV you freak.
I want to share my thoughts on my approach to ‘Christian counselling’, as so many get this wrong. To do this, I will give an example from my own ministry experience. No theological ‘theory’ crap here:
The situation: Recently, an old woman came to me – big fat lard she was – to discuss her ‘problems’. I was only visiting the church, but she saw my dog-collar and made a beeline for me as I walked into the back of the chapel from the car park. So I took her aside and she told me the awful story of her failed marriage and of her kids who recently left the church youth group to become Nazis.
But through all of this pain she still had her beloved poodle dog.
‘Smoochee’, she affectionately called it – even had a picture of it. Ugly bastard. But then she got all tearful as she told me how she’d run it over while reversing into the garage. Of course, I was fighting off a smirk when she told me that she’d managed to run Smoochee over twice during this episode, but funniest of all was when she broke down into tears as she detailed the business with the liposuction and her belly button. But I’ll leave out the details.
‘What should I do?’, she asked with pained eyes.
Sensitive counselling in action: Having heard her speak for a while I interrupted her before she could go on for too long. That’s the first principle. ‘Interrupt’ if you can’t be bothered to hear anymore crap. And how to do that? Well, I said ‘shut up and stop whining woman’, a suggestion that was successfully returned with stunned silence.
‘Right’, I continued, ‘I can see what your problem here is *waving a pointed finger*.
‘Clearly … for such awful stuff to happen to you … to have such a pitiful life …
*imaginary drum roll*
… you obviously have siiiin in your life (I stressed the word ‘sin’ and made it sound about three syllables longer). Yes, that would be Iniquity, woman. Wick-ed-ness. Eeeevil’.
At this point her eyes started to fill with tears so I made the following deduction: She is clearly under conviction, ergo I am obviously operating under the anointing.
‘What?’, she quivered. But I had no time for sissy talk, so I got straight to the point: ‘Dear, you’re a disgusting sinner, and that’s why all of these things have happened’. Her face wrinkled into thought so I reassured her: ‘Listen, I do know what I’m talking about, OK? Cos I’m a priest. OK?
*I paused and glared to make sure she’d ‘received’ that*
I continued: ‘Good. Right, what you need to do is obvious’.
Then I looked long and hard at her and told her the age old wisdom that has gotten me through decades of counselling: ‘Old hag, what you need to do is simple:
One, Repent more *I glared at her for effect and looked for signs of conviction*.
Two, read your bible more.
Three, fast more *I jabbed her fat waist* (Here I also muttered something Zwingli said – cf. fn.* below).
Four, pray more *I grinned at her to make her feel more comfortable*.
And finally, five!. Just be generally more holy and excited about church *I waved my hands around to make clear everything I’d said was utterly self-evident*’.She looked back at me. But I kept eye contact.
Eventually, I noticed that her face had slowly started to get a bit ‘hard’, and her eyes had narrowed.
Knowing that I’d hit the nail on the head with the ‘siiiiiiin’ speech, I’d expected this. And for those of us who have done this sort of thing before, I ‘discerned’ what was going on. Behind those pursed lips was none other than a religious Jezebel spirit. Without further ado, I grabbed her head and cried out in a loud voice ‘COME FORTH THOU JEZEBEL SPIRIT OF EVIL HARD HEARTEDNESS AND UTTER DOG-MURDERING WICKEDNESS’
She struggled to prise my hands away, so I slapped her and repeated my command with more gusto. I was starting to really enjoy myself.
At this moment the actual Priest, who had heard my authoritative commands, rushed to the scene and foolishly pushed me away. He threw his arms around the woman (who was now sobbing in uncontrollable tears), while I quietly but quickly made my way out of the side door back in to the car park.
So, to summarise this successful ministry moment: Interrupt. Be anointed. Speak the truth. Make the sicko who needs help feel comfortable. Take authority. Have fun!
Footnotes:
* ‘Einen Grund für das Fasten sieht er, ganz modern, darin, daß wir “damit den allzu schamlos vortretenden Wanst wieder in das alte Kleid hineinbringen”’ (Zwinglis Sämtliche Werke, Vol III, p. 674, line 42)
RE: Broker made 1000% betting against Bubble, Sticks it to The Man
Danyl at Dim-Post has republished a brilliant letter that crucifies the US government and financial system. Go read the whole thing!
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Andrew Lahde, 37 year old California based Hedge Fund manager, last year took a speculative position that the sub-prime mortgage market was a catastrophe waiting to happen and invested heavily on that premise… now he bids farewell with a classic “so long, suckers” letter.
I was in this game for the money. The low hanging fruit, i.e. idiots whose parents paid for prep school, Yale, and then the Harvard MBA, was there for the taking. These people who were (often) truly not worthy of the education they received (or supposedly received) rose to the top of companies such as AIG, Bear Stearns and Lehman Brothers and all levels of our government. All of this behavior supporting the Aristocracy, only ended up making it easier for me to find people stupid enough to take the other side of my trades. God bless America.
Music for a Market Meltdown
1. America, “You Can Do Magic“
I never believed in things that I couldn’t see
I said if I can’t feel it then how can it be
No, no magic could happen to me
And then I saw youI couldn’t believe it, you took my heart
I couldn’t retrieve it, said to myself
What’s it all about
Now I know there can be no doubtYou can do magic
You can have anything that you desire
Magic, and you know
You’re the one who can put out the fire
HT: Thoughts from the Boonies ~ see also : Youtube
Blogger “IrvineRenter” describes financial products as a “mixture of magic and alchemy“
2. Don MacLean, “American Pie“
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die
IrvineRenter, again, writes in “The Day the Market Died“
One of the hallmarks of a great song is its ability to be interpreted in different ways. American Pie is an allegory of our times, an ode to the death of our housing market. With leverage drying up, the party is over. The last drink is for the death of the market itself, and with it’s death, the death of the American Dream of home ownership for thousands of overextended homedebtors.
3. Led Zeppelin, “Stairway to Heaven“
There’s a Lady who’s sure,
All that glitters is gold,
And she’s buying a Stairway to Heaven.
When she gets there she knows,
If the stores are all closed,
With a word she can get what she came for.Ooh ooh and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
There’s a sign on the wall,
But she wants to be sure,
’cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
There’s a song bird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.Ooh it makes me wonder, ooh makes me wonder.
There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking.
This is one of the most spooky, prophetic rock songs you’ll hear. Various interpretations are floating around but the best one (IMHO) is found at inthelight.co.nz :
The theme of STH is spiritual liberation. The Stairway to Heaven is the liberation of the soul, as it makes the long journey through hell and Earth (physical world) to the higher spiritual planes. As Plant said (on the 27 July 1973, Madison Square Gardens recording, and on other occasions) when introducing STH, “… this is a song of hope”. This hope reflecting some of the ideals of the Hippie movement, that the values of human society will turn away from desires for greed and wealth and power towards universal love and kindness and the evolution of the soul. To quote from Great Spirit (Fate of Nations) – “grace, courage, honesty and love” …
This is Plant talking, and he also speaks for many of us. The “west” refers to the greed, capitalism and technology of western civilisation. (The “east” is the spiritual way of love and compassion and enlightenment of the soul). He doesn’t like what he sees, and wants to take a different path.
RE: Shining a light where science and theology meet
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Why literal creationists are abusing and misinterpreting scripture…
[Literal creationism] involves many scientific errors, but is also the result of a bad theological mistake. When we read any kind of deep literature, if we are to give it the respect that it deserves we must make sure we understand the genre of what is written. Mistaking poetry for prose can lead to false conclusions. When Robert Burns tell us his love “is like a red, red rose”, we know that we are not meant to think that his girlfriend has green leaves and prickles. Reading Genesis 1 as if it were a divinely dictated scientific text is to make a similar kind of error… it is actually a piece of deep theological writing whose purpose, through the eight-times reiterated phrase “And God said, ‘Let there be . . .”, is to assert that everything that exists does so because of the will of the Creator. Thus literal creationists actually abuse scripture by the mistaken interpretation that they impose upon it.
Church Sign Eschatology
- Why the obsession with heaven? (I want to hear more about Resurrection!)
- Will dogs perish like leaves and grass?
- Is it pagan to expect rocks and dogs at the Resurrection?
I believe that *all* good things will be restored in the coming Kingdom of God.
HT: Chrisendom
RE: Stupid apologies, Skynet responsible for meltdown?, Lebowski dude eerily prophetic
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The False Apology Syndrome flourishes wherever there has been a shift in the traditional locus of moral concern. At one time, a man probably felt most morally responsible for his own actions. He was adjudged (and judged himself) good or bad by how he conducted himself toward those in his immediate circle. From its center rippled circles of ever-decreasing moral concern, of which he was also increasingly ignorant. Now, however, it is the other way round. Under the influence of the media of mass communication and the spread of sociological ways of thinking, a man is most likely to judge himself and others by the opinions he and they hold on political, social, and economic questions that are far distant from his immediate circle. A man may be an irresponsible father, but that is more than compensated for by his deep concern about global warming, or foreign policy, or the food situation in Africa.
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Uncle Sam has dedicated several petaflops of computing power to redesigning nuclear war heads and simulating nuclear explosions (thereby getting around the Nuclear Test Ban Treaty, which forbids actually blowing up a real new nuke design to test it). You'd think at least one central bank (most likely the Federal Reserve Bank, given the central nature of the US economy since the end of World War II) would have a supercomputer cranking through scenarios right now. After all, the big banks and brokerages are doing Monte Carlo simulations to assess the risks of buying and selling securities using more or less real-time stock data [...]
When I asked how the Financial Accelerator was implemented, Gertler said: "The model is a set of non-linear equations. We take a loglinear approximation around the steady-state, which gives us a set of difference equations. We then solve using software such as Matlab" [On a desktop PC !]
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Just released for a third time on DVD, The Big Lebowski has, in a decade, inspired a cinematic cult with websites, festivals, and teachings to live by. At the heart of this denomination is the Dude, brilliantly incarnated by Jeff Bridges as a Zen slob whose three great loves are weed, white Russians, and bowling. And the Dude is indeed a fantastic character. Ten years on, though, the movie's most striking role belongs to John Goodman as Walter Sobchak: a hawkish, slightly unhinged Vietnam vet and the Dude's best friend and bowling partner. Watching The Big Lebowski in 2008, it becomes clear that Walter is essential to the Coen brothers' message in this movie, which is slyer, more political, and more prescient than many of its fans have recognized. Perhaps that's because Walter, with his bellowing, Old Testament righteousness and his deeply entrenched militarism, is an American type that barely registered on the pop-culture landscape 10 years ago. He's a neocon.
RE: [Review] Douglas Wilson, Heaven Misplaced
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For most [Christians], “the world is God’s Vietnam, and the return of Christ consists of the few lucky ones [getting] helicoptered off a roof during the fall of Saigon”.
Some of his best arguments:
1) It is promised. The scriptures he arranges and explicates for this are many, and heart-warming, but can be summed up with the famous greatness of Isaiah 11:6-10.
”The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb,
and the leopard shall lie down with the kid;
and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together;
and a little child shall lead them.”2) It is lovely. He includes a basic gospel exposition spread over numerous chapters, rejoicing warmly in the well-known elements, but adding this perspective … putting the ‘good’ back in ‘good news’.
3) He also excellently tidies up both Christ’s promise that he would return before “this generation passes away”, and the Book of Revelation
To be published in December, according to Amazon.
RE: Blaming the Poor
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Money is created by the banks (not, as the myth has it, by the government), who must keep creating money, even when there is no need for it. … Median wages have been stagnant for the last 30 years and have actually shrunk since the start of the Cheney-Bush administration. The banks had to find borrowers, and the pool of prime quality borrowers was insufficient. So they went to subprime borrowers.
This actually worked pretty well. One thing must be clearly understood: the subprime market did not fail; … Most subprime borrowers are paying their notes, and will likely continue to do so until the economy collapses … They are not the cause of the problem. Rather, the problem is caused by the vast market for “derivatives,” a series of side bets on the mortgage markets.
But even more importantly, this myth-making breaks the solidarity with the poor, and solidarity should guide all of our policy decisions.
