Another Pinker Quote!

But I'm getting near the end of the book.

"Craig is a latte-drinker in every sense except that he doesn't actually drink lattes."

Apparently, Steven knows I take my fair-trade organic coffee black.

Happy Halloween!

Or not. Whatever.

I like Steven Pinker

But you already knew that.

"The habit of hallucinating causal powers and forcing experience to fit them has shaped human cultures from time immemorial, producing our species' vast compendium of voodoo, astrology, magic, prayer, idolatry, New Age nostrums, and other flimflam."
-from The Stuff of Thought: Language as a Window into Human Nature. There's already a link to the book around here somewhere... and I'm only halfway through, so expect at least a couple more posts and/or cartoons inspired by it.

Triangle Man

"Triangle Man, Triangle Man

Triangle man hates Particle Man

They have a fight,

Triangle wins

Triangle Man"

-lyrics from the song, "Particle Man" by They Might be Giants.

But it's not Mr. Miro--I doubt he would win a fight with Particle Man.

Language and Thought

Language and thought are clearly related, but it's difficult to articulate what that relation is, precisely.

When I was an undergraduate (a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away), I wanted to write one of my final essays on the Whorf-Sapir Hypothesis; my professor dismissed the idea, saying that it was already old news when he was an undergraduate. But it is surprisingly resilient (which Websters defines as, "tending to recover from or adjust easily to misfortune or change"), and versions of it persist to this day.

Despite our awareness of our own thinking while we're thinking in words, it's not the same as thought itself: "the sounds of language are the manifestations of thought that are most pungently present in our waking awareness, even if they are the tip of the iceberg of mental computation." -Steven Pinker, The Stuff of Thought.

Which is to say, we don't think using language, except in unusual circumstances.

Pinker also quotes Thomas Hobbes on the subject:

"Words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools."

How did it get to be Thursday already?

Nietzsche wrote, "We don’t love our knowledge enough any more, once we have communicated it." That sits uneasily with my desire to post cartoons here; and while Anne Sexton wrote, "The joy that isn't shared dies young," I'm not sure that it's joy exactly that I share here.

I think I'll go for a walk now.

"The answer to bad evangelism..."

is not not no evangelism but good evangelism. Good evangelism is not proselytizing but witnessing, bearing witness to "the light that shines in the darkness, and the darkness had not overcome it"; bearing witness to the prophet's cry: "Let justice roll down like mighty waters," and to the prophetic insight that we all belong one to another, every one from the pope to the loneliest wino on the planet."

-William Sloane Coffin, not an optimist but always hopeful.

For my Seminary F/friends

And I'll add a quote from Peter Gomes later, once I find it again...

Update: the promised quote!

Gomes describes a student giving testimony at daily Morning Prayers (at Harvard, where Gomes is Plummer Professor of Christian Morals and Pusey Minister in The Memorial Church). The student had, "come to believe that it is better to give than to receive, that love is stronger than death, that good ultimately overcomes evil, that the love of money is bad, and that peace is the ultimate destiny for the created order."

Gomes concludes the paragraph, "I can say that I have never heard a better expression of the Christian faith. My only concern is that it didn't come from a Christian." (p. 71) Because the student is a self-avowed communist. I'm tempted to offer a length commentary here, particularly focusing on Acts 4:32-35 (which Gomes clearly has in mind but doesn't exegete here), but I'll leave that for another time.

However, I'm reminded of a book group meeting I attended several years ago. At that meeting, the person leading the discussion posed the question bluntly, "Is Christianity compatible with capitalism?" Before I could offer my opinion ("no"), an older woman forcefully declared, "yes!" I mention "forcefully" because, although she couldn't back her position up with Scripture (and I'm not saying it can't be done, only that she didn't do it), her strong reaction shut down further discussion, and that's just frustrating. I don't know what her fears are, since orthodox Marxism is fairly hostile to any religion; but it's dangerous to brand certain topics as off-limits to discussion. Discussion is how we vet whether an idea has merit or not; again, I'll save my thoughts for a later post, but you can read this if you're interested).

I joke about having an "inner Marxist" (which irritates many of my F/friends, whether they identify as Christian, anarchist, or libertarian), but as a person of faith I'm certainly not a dogmatic or "orthodox" Marxist. However, I'm also not a dogmatic or orthodox Christian.

I'm just glad to see a self-described conservative (who delievered the Benediction at Ronald Reagan's second inauguration, and performed the inaugural service for George H.W. Bush) recognizes that there is indeed a connection between Christian moral values and communism.

Sunday Afternoon

It's a relatively pleasant day... too bad I'm looking through the want ads.

And a quote for the day:

"What cracker is this same that deafs our ears with this abundance of superfluous breath?"

I'll have to keep this one in mind next time I visit Julie at work.

It's Friday...

and I had something I was going to post, but I seem to have forgotten. Maybe I'll post again later.

Mai is happy about her new dress.

Post-Debate

I didn't actually watch the debates, but I was acutely aware that they were on.

But there was no judo.

Dreary

Oy.

If it's Tuesday, this must be Richmond

It's good to be back, but also odd: everything has shifted ever so slightly. In many respects it's like I never left, but... something feels off. But, as I said, it's good to be back, at least for the time being.

I know it's the equinox...

But I feel like Frosty the Snowman:

"Frosty the Snowman had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye, saying don't you cry,
I'll be back again someday."

But I didn't get a blowout while driving down the interstate (this time), so there was no "thumpity thump thump," luckily.

Rained Out

I won't be painting today, at least not outside at Towers Mall. (Both of these are old articles, and the traffic problems have been addressed.)
Given that I dropped my phone into a bucket of paint yesterday, that might be a good thing. I doubt the manufacturer would approve of me digging paint out of the keypad with my 5-in-1.

My latest painting

For some reason, people always guess wrong when I tell them I've been painting. When I've been busy with my pen and inks, they assume I'm painting a house; when I'm house painting, they assume I'm working with my pen and inks (or acrylics, or oils...).

Just so there's no confusion, I offer an example of my recent work. I'll admit the influence of Barnett Newman and Mark Rothko, but don't tell James.

Sundae Funnies

This probably won't be a regular feature of this blog.

Pass with Care

I don't actually draw while I'm driving, but I get ideas for drawings while I drive. This came to me in West Virginia, while I was following behind a pokey car for miles and miles and miles...

You may also notice that I've updated the layout. This new layout has two things that I really like. First, it shows who posted which cartoon, which hasn't been clear before. Second, it shows the time of the last update for the blogs I read. (I've also updated the header, but that may change with my mood.)

Monday... oops, Wednesday

Not much going on with me, and I'm losing track of the days.

This painting is part of a series I did earlier this summer. I was reminded of them after attending a production of "Oklahoma!" this past weekend, where the sky and the landscape was portrayed as a quilt.

That's not quite what I'm doing here, of course.

"Il n'y a pas de hors-texte."

I haven't been reading Derrida lately (that is, I haven't lost my mind completely), but I ran across this phrase after talking to a friend about a class... it's a long, pointless story, and while I have the capacity for vast rambling monologues, I'll just quote Tony Domestico, who translates it as, "there is nothing outside the text or, more literally, there is no outside-text."

I've been reading John Sanford's book, Evil, while I wait to hear back from jobs. It's not particularly well written (and I'm happy to elaborate if there is interest), but it hasn't been a particularly successful job search, either. I'm particularly irritated at a mid-sized university in the Mid-Atlantic region, who shall remain nameless because I may file a complaint about their sloppiness.
I don't like feeling jerked around.

Govy Electron Music

"I have a feeling that tonight you're going to see one of the Riviera's most fascinating sights," said Frances Stevens to John Robie.


To preempt comments and/or phone calls, the title is taken from the closed-captioning of a commercial, which presumably was supposed to read, "Groovy Electronic Music."
And I've been watching Hitchcock's "To Catch a Thief," which I've enjoyed greatly.

Dog Days

August is here, but Gaius Octavius Thurinus is not.

Kodos lifting off!

Here is Kodos's personal spaceship. I might improve it, or leave it as it is.

Not quite a full deck

I Love a Dog Named Biscuit

A Parable: An old man and his dog were walking down a dirt road with fences on both sides, and came to a gate in the fence. They looked in and saw that it was nice grassy with wooded areas--just what a 'huntin' dog and man would like--but it had a 'no trespassing' sign, so they continued to walk along the dirt road.

Further down the road, they came to a beautiful gate. Standing beside the gate was a man in white robes, who greeted the old man: "Welcome to Heaven!"

The old man was happy, and started in with his dog following behind.
The gatekeeper stopped him. "I'm sorry, but he can't come with you. Dogs aren't allowed."

"What kind of Heaven won't allow dogs?" The old man thought for a minute, then sighed. "If he can't come in, then I'll stay out here with him. He's been my faithful companion all his life, I can't desert him now."

"Suit yourself, but I have to warn you, the Devil's on this road and he'll try to sweet talk you into his area. He'll promise you anything, but he won't let the dog come with you either. If you won't leave the dog, you'll spend Eternity wandering along this road."

The old man nodded his head and turned to go, with the dog trotting along behind.

After a long, desolate stretch, they came to a rundown fence with a gap in it--not a gate, just a hole. Inside, another old man sat in the shade.
The first old man leaned in and asked if he and his dog could come in and sit in the shade for awhile.

"Of course! There's a brook, with cold water under that tree over there. Make yourselves comfortable."
"Can my dog come in too? The man down the road said dogs weren't allowed anywhere."
"Would you come in if you had to leave the dog?"

"No sir. I didn't go to Heaven because the man said my dog couldn't come in. I guess we'll be spending Eternity on this road, but a glass of cold water and some shade would be mighty fine right about now. If he can't come in here, I guess we'll keep walking."

The man smiled a big smile and said "Welcome to Heaven."

The old man was shocked. "You mean, this is Heaven? And dogs are allowed? How come that fellow down the road said they weren't?"

"That was the Devil, and he gets all the people who are willing to give up a life long companion for a comfortable place to stay. They soon figure out they've made a mistake, but by then it's too late. The dogs come here, but the fickle people stay there. God wouldn't allow dogs to be banned from Heaven. After all, they were created to be man's companions in life; why would he separate them in death?"

Author Unknown

A friend shared this with me a few weeks ago, and it seems to confirm that, for me, Indiana is Hell.

It also seems to shed some light on the character of the woman who asked me to leave Biscuit behind.

PS: This same woman left her bicycle with me--asking me to take care of it--but took the bike rack.

Farrago

"A confused group; a medley, mixture, hotchpotch."

A Follow-up to Putnam's book...

When there's a bad accident on the freeway, and people are so impatient that they either: change lanes incessantly in order to get into whatever lane is moving fastest at the moment with no regard for the other people stuck in traffic, or worse, start driving down the shoulder, only to block oncoming emergency vehicles trying to get to the accident, I can only think that society has gone from "Bowling Alone" to "Dying Alone."

And to counterbalance the heavy commentary, three cartoons inspired by Saul Steinberg.

Thursday...

and I'm heading to Roanoke in the morning. Have a good weekend!

Summer is finally here...

but that doesn't really change anything for me, since pretty much I've just been sitting in my living room with the curtains drawn, messing with various "art" projects.

The Search Continues...

So mostly I'm just waiting for jobs to be posted.
None today (yet), so here's a news story:

Iowa's governor privately requested that candidates Obama and McCain cancel campain visits to Iowa, fearing that the visits would use needed resources. Obama cancelled, McCain didn't.
"As a courtesy — and as we did for Senator Obama — we privately made an effort to make sure that Senator McCain knew that state and local resources were still being deployed to support the flood fight and that now may not be the best time for a campaign trip," Dillon (the governor's chief of staff) said in a statement.
But wait, there's more: McCain opposed a bill last year that would have allocated funds to help flood control in Des Moines.
(from the Daily Kos)

Wednesday... I think

The lack of commentary on my blog reflects my activity of the last few weeks... not much is going on here. Mostly, I'm applying for jobs and continuing with research on Nietzsche.

One thing I'm not involved with is the destruction of the "Earlham School of Religion" sign on the corner of 40 and College Avenue. I had nothing to do with that; I don't even have the equipment if I wanted to.

It's Father's Day...

Do you know where your children are?

Bad Idea Machine

Simple Gifts

"Ohne Titel"

Monsieur Miro avec le chien, avant la guerre

On George Will

I'm not a big fan of George Will (oh, don't act so surprised!), but I had a hard time even making it through the first sentence of his latest column. It starts, " Most improvements make matters worse..."
I think maybe he needs a dictionary; as Julie pointed out, he's no William Safire.

Will continues, "most new ideas are regrettable..." I'll concede that this is merely a fairly literal rendering of what it means to be a conservative. "Most" is a pretty big word, though. I'm tempted to make a Straw Man argument here (Straw Person for those of you who went to school after gender inclusiveness had reached the logicians), suggesting perhaps that George Will would prefer a monarchy (which may in fact be true), or that he doesn't like fire, the wheel, the internet, etc. This won't work as a tack, because all he would have to do is point out that some new ideas are in fact good, but "most" aren't. (I wouldn't put it past him to construct a Straw Man of his own, suggesting that the problem with liberals is that they uncritically accept any new idea.)

RE: the cartoon, it's yet another Enneagram reference, for those of you who aren't familiar with the arcane jargon and categorizations of the contemporary liberal seminary.
And for those of you who are, I apologize.