Monday, March 21, 2005

This last weekend I had a retreat with the Knights, a group designed to help foster service and intentional community. It was a time to focus our energies and develop a strategy for the future. We also spent some time in solitude and small group kinds of discussions. Phil has posted a full collection of these pictures on his blog.

The real joy of the trip for me, though, was getting the heck out of the city again. It was an adventure to get there, and it was full of sublime beauty when we saw it.



The plan for the way out was to set up camp before dark came. Unfortunately, the earliest we could leave was 3:00. By leaving at 3, we hoped to make the 2 and a half hour drive with just enough time left to spare to set up a tent and get a fire going for the dark hours. Besides, where we were going was on dirt roads that I hadn't been on in years. This was not a trip to an established campsite somewhere with running water and bathrooms, but a journey to uninhabited wastes without any luxuries. We were going to rough it, and finding our campsite was going to be tough if we couldn't see where we were going.

A couple of things happened that shook all that up, though. First, it rained. Friday afternoon it began to rain in buckets, and while it tapered off as the day drew on, the freeways felt the angst of the dark weather. The other unplanned eventuality was Spring Break. Ours is next week, and it hadn't occured to me that every one else had it at a different time than us. Apparently enough people did, because we didn't get to camp 'till 9. And that means we didn't get to the dirt roads until it was very dark, and we wound our way through sand and mud to get there hesitantly. I was driving my dad's truck, but the other car was just a sedan, and sometimes it was a bit dicey getting it through the wet sand. But we made it fine and hastened to establish our camp in the cold drizzle. We lit our fire and gathered around it until around 10, and then went to bed.

The morning brought with it a shock. I sat up to look out on green plains stretching in every direction. This year's heavy rains covered the desert in green and flowers. I had never seen so much green in the desert before. There were little succulent green plants everywhere, temporarily filling the gaps between scrubby bushes and tumbleweed. In a few months, it will all be brown again, but right now it is full of life.



The other neat feature of this part of the desert was all lava field we were camped in. The hardened black outcroppings contrasted sharply with the soft green life, and in doing so really made it more beautiful. It's as if they were complementary colors. Oh, and the lava was not eroded so much that you couldn't still see the ancient swirls and ripples in its surface. You really had the sense, sometimes, of walking around on top of ancient rivers, and our imaginations jumped to imagine the times when the desert was filled with fire.



Another natural blessing of the trip was that it stopped raining Friday night, and so we enjoyed pleasant weather for all of Saturday and Sunday. The wind picked up Saturday night, but it still beat the rain. Unfortunately, we had planned on rain, and so we all got pretty sunburned.

To find where we camped, you take the 15 North to the 40 East. You get off of the 40 onto the 66 somewhere before you've gone 30 miles, and there are only a few places you can do this. I think the best one is Hector Road, because it takes you the furthest. About 32 miles from Barstow, you come to a road heading South following three rows of large utility towers. Driving along them, eventually you come to flat places in the lava where you camp. On the right of you, as you head south on the dirt road, is the Hector Mine, and to the left is 29 Palms Marine Base.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

I just talked with my younger brother, Phillip, on the phone this afternoon. He told me that he was chosen to go to Boys State this summer! It's a week long leadership program in June for high school Junior boys. It's like a mock-government thing. When they get there, they'll be divided into "cities" and they run for positions and such. His school, Calvary Chapel High School in Redlands, nominated 3 boys for this, but can only send one. One day last week, some men came to his school to interview the 3 boys separately. Phillip wore a suit and spoke with them about his views on flag burnings, which freedom he values the most, the importance of involvement in government and other related issues. And they liked him. So he gets to go--all expenses paid. I'm so proud of him; he's a good kid. And this is a great opportunity.

Gabe went to this when he was a Junior at the same high school. I have such cool brothers.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!

I foolishly forgot to wear any green this morning when I got ready. As I walked into the 2nd grade classroom where I'm doing some observation hours, I immediately realized my mistake. One boy, David, noticed right away that I was without any green. His eyes got really big and he started turning around to his friends saying, "Guys, Miss Libby isn't wearing green! We can pinch her!" Obviously, I get no respect from these kids. I solved the problem by using the Ellison cutter in the teacher's workroom to make a green-construction-paper-shamrock, and taping it on my shirt.

In other news: I taught them a lesson this morning on Adverbs. When the teacher told the class, "Miss Libby is going to teach you a lesson now, so I want you to all give her your full attention," they all started clapping for me as I walked to the front! It was pretty funny. Mrs. Ramos said, "Hey, how come you never clap for me?!"

The lesson itself went fairly well, I'd say. By the end, they seemed to have a pretty basic grasp of what an adverb is and how it can be used. There was still some confusion, and it was kind of hard for several of the students, but this was the first lesson they've ever had on adverbs so it was a new concept for them. It's comforting to know that they're going to get lots of practice with adverbs in the next couple of years. It's not as though I have to teach them everything about adverbs in my 35 minute lesson, and if they don't get it, I've ruined them for life. Mrs. Ramos said that she thought it was a good lesson and that it went well. So that was nice to hear.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

This article from the Washington Post is an interesting perspective on what might be the first trickles of the dam of authoritarianism breaking in the Middle East. Let's hope so!

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Hiking on the Santa Rosa Plateau was a lot of fun. We hiked over 10 and a half miles, and saw the majority of the accessible reserve.

The park surprised me in the variety of wildlands that it possesses in a small area. Depending on the steepness and size of the hills, as well as what side of the hill you're walking on, the dominant vegetations vary wildly. There's prairie-land, chaparral, oak woodland, and coastal sage scrub, all within what seems a rediculously small area. Each of these biomes contains unique wildlife, too.



We definitely liked the prairie the most. It feels so wide open and free. I just get the feeling that the earth is friendly in a place like that. Tall grass, low hills, it's the most beautiful kind of carpeting possible. Areas like that are really special, and I'm glad we got to spend the day there out-of-doors.

A close-up of our very own state flower: the California Poppy.

Hiking makes us happy.

It was very pretty. Lots of flowers and birds.
Jonathan and I went hiking at the Santa Rosa Plateau Ecological Reserve yesterday. Here's a picture:

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Guys, this is great. I had no idea there were such specific names for groups of animals. Some of my favorites:
-A prickle of Porcupines
-A crash of Rhinoceroses
-An exaltation of Larks
-A gulp of Cormorants (that's a great one! very fitting--they'll just swallow fish whole)
-A parliament of Owls
-An unkindness of Ravens (can you imagine? "Woah, did you see that huge unkindness of Ravens fly overhead?!")

Who knew?!

Monday, March 07, 2005

Shakespeare and the Dialectic

Shakespeare's style of writing is the most conducive to creating a dialectic that I think I've found. This stems from the complexity of his plays, and their power in drawing people into them.

Shakespeare has broad appeal, and he was so intelligent that he wrote characters that people would identify with because of the kind of people that they are. For example, Richard II is an idealist in Shakespeare's play (by the same name). His opponent, Henry Bolingbroke, is not. He is a pragmatist. Now, when I read Richard I thought, "This guy is so smart!" but people that I've been dialoguing with have the opposite reaction. "Richard is insane!"

If I try to convince someone that Richard is not insane, that will have to be done in a conversation, because there is no other way to effectively change their stirred intuitions. In fact, if I were to really want to convince them to believe me, I'd have to convince them that there is a deeper reality than we can see on the surface, and we'd start talking metaphysics. Shakespeare's text has created a dialect-pregnant situation.

I really appreciate the genius of a man who is able to do this, and, though I have never been taught this aspect of Shakespeare before, I think it may be his greatest accomplishment.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

I just started a new job a few days ago. I'm a marketing assistant for The Academy. I call high school students, who have been recommended by Biola, to see if they're interested in coming to our summer leadership conference. Basically, I'm a telemarketer. I try not to call during dinner time, but sometimes it can't be helped.

I made calls for about an hour and a half this afternoon and I think I got three people to apply. At least, these three students were very interested in it. So that's good. It's easier to keep making calls if it feels productive.

Most people are willing to hear about The Academy, especially since we only call students with a strong academic record. But I talked to one father who was pretty annoyed at my calling. I called him first a few days ago to talk to his daughter. I told him a little about it and asked if he thought that would be something his daughter would be interestd in. He was kind of short with me and said, "Well, I guess you'll have to call back and ask her." So, I called back today and he answered again. I asked to speak with his daughter, and he said she wasn't at home. Before I could ask what a better time to call would be, he said, "Oh-I-have-to-go. Bye" *click* Something tells me it won't do any good to call them back.

I suppose I deserve a little bit of that for some stuff I did to a telemarketer who kept calling my home a couple of years ago. Story time: During the interterm of sophomore year (January 2003), my parents were gone for several days; so Gabe and I were holding down the fort and making sure Phillip and Abbey didn't burn it down. Anyway, during this time, we started getting calls from some telemarketer guy. At first we would just tell him that our parents weren't available to come to the phone. But he kept calling back every day. Often twice a day. I mean, it got to the point where we recognized his voice as soon as he said, "Hello." So the four of us had a meeting. And we talked about some ideas of things to say when he called. Creative things. I don't remember all the stuff we came up with, but here are a couple that we actually went through with. All four of us contributed to these ideas, but I was the one who ended up talking with him...

Conversation 7(or so):
Telemarketer: Hello, may I speak with Thomas Moothart, please?
Me: He's grounded. He isn't allowed to talk on the phone.
T: Uh, I'd like to speak with Mr. Moothart. Is he your father?
Me: Yes, he's my father. He likes to set a good example for us kids, so when he does something wrong, he grounds himself. He can't watch TV; and he can't come to the phone. I'm sorry.
T: Wow. Ok, I'll try back later.

Conversation 8 (or so):
Telemarketer: Hello, may I speak with Thomas Moothart, please?
Me: (not disguising my voice at all) This is Thomas.
T: Uh, may I speak with Mr. Moothart, please?
Me: I'm Mr. Moothart.
T: Well, um...
Me: It's the voice, isn't it? I'm sick of it! Nobody ever believes that I'm a man over the phone! *click*

Yeah. I'm pretty sure I deserve anything I get during this new job.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Hello, all.

I just wrote a little ditty on Augustine's disproof of astrology. I'd say it's a pretty clear cut argument.

Basically, there are cases where two people are born at the same time. This means that, if their lives are determined by the position of the stars at their birth, then they will have the same kind of life. In these cases, they didn't. So, astrology isn't true.

Another version of this argument that he puts forth is that of twins. Twins are born of the same mother, in some cases at almost exactly the same time (like Jacob and Esau). Yet they live very different lives! (like Jacob and Esau)

I am actually curious what the justification is for people who do ascribe to horoscopes. I can sort of understand the ancients believing in it, because they thought stars were self-moving movers. In other words, they thought they had souls. I think they thought this becuase there was no apparent cause for the regular motion of the heavens. This is because they thought the cause had to be present to the caused at all times. Anyway, if stars had souls I'd be more willing to believe they could influence things because soulish things have greater capacities for activity than non-soulish things. I hear tell some people still think stars have souls, but I haven't heard the arguments to support it, and obviously we can't accept the account that they demonstrate regular motion in the same way the ancients did, since the galaxy isn't earth-centered.

The other neat argument I read today in Augustine is about Genesis.

Basically, the argument is that for God to have created everything from nothing, it must not have been with a voice like the voice He spoke in the gospel "This is my son with whom I am well pleased" or with the voice like the one with which He spoke to Moses. Because, for His voice to be heard, it would have to be temporal, and time didn't exist until after He had spoken.

Which means that those Words must have been eternal in Him. And this corroborates John 1, in which it says about Jesus, "And the world was made through Him." Awesome, huh? The other thing he argues is that, in this read of Genesis, Beginning means the Word, which is nice because it seems to free us from temporal confusion, "What does in the beginning mean?, etc". So you could read Genesis this way:

"In the Word, God created the Heavens and the Earth."

It makes sense to me.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Another cool lighthouse picture from the same website:

Friday, February 25, 2005

I just finished watching The Sound of Music. What a classic. That is a great movie. It's got humor; it's got drama; it's got romance;... it's got...nuns. And Julie Andrews is my hero! She's so cool. Oh, here's a funny line from the movie: "I like rich people. I like the way they live....I like the way I live when I'm with them."

I watched it with my roommate, Bethany, and her boyfriend, Wade. Wade told us that there's a scene where the real Maria makes a cameo appearance! But he didn't tell us until after the movie was over, so we didn't notice her. Maybe next time...
I'm off to work. This weekend's going to be non-stop activity for me, and the sleep probability rating is showing a strong negative on 8 hours a night, and indicating possible all-nighters in the three day forecast.

Here's a really beautiful picture I found on weather.com.



Lighthouses are cool. This one is the Portland Head Lighthouse, in Cape Elizabeth, Main. The picture was taken on the first of this month!

The Lighthouse picture from submitted Weather.com photos

Wednesday, February 23, 2005


This is us at Phil and Alisha's wedding. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Jonathan and I are taking a tennis class for P.E. We have homework due every Wednesday. For homework, we can do pretty much anything we want, (just so long as it has something to do with tennis) and we write down what it is we did on a 3x5 card. This week, we're learning how to serve. So, for homework, he and I watched this cool video about correct form in serving. You should watch it too. It'll make you a better tennis player. And a better person. Maybe; I'm actually not sure about that last part.
Xanga Time

external pressures have reduced me to a babbling xanga poster. this semester stinks! i don't have enough time! i'm tired and want to sleep but i cannot!

Thus ends this Xanga Moment.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Since we're posting about homework, I guess I'll share what I've been working on today. It's got nothing to do with Nietzche or Orientalism.

I have an assignment for my Curriculum class to design a Thematic Unit (actually, just part of one...most Thematic Units are much longer and could take a couple of months to complete), a week's worth of lesson plans (20 in all: 1 each day for math, science, language arts and social studies), all centered around a theme. I've chosen to do Pioneer American Life, and to use Little House on the Prairie as the basis for my lessons. Jonathan and I have been reading this book together lately. He helps me with my homework. Anyway, today I created a sort of skeleton for the Thematic Unit. I don't have any of the actual lessons written yet, but I've got a good start. This is what it looks like:

Pioneer American Life
Grade 3

Language Arts (Little House on the Prairie)
1. Ch. 1-3; Pretend you're the Ingalls' dog, Jack: write the story of crossing the creek from your perspective.
2. Ch. 4-6; Venn Diagram: Compare/Contrast life then with life now.
3. Ch. 7-8; Word Choice Activity
4. Ch. 9-11; Write an alternative ending to chapter 11. What would have happened if...
5. Ch. 12-14; Class discussion: Compare Mary/Laura, Pa/Mr. Edwards

Social Studies
1. Review map skills and geographical terms
2. Geography of the states that the Ingalls travelled through
3. Discuss the meaning of the term "Indian Territory"
4. Introduce the various North American Indian tribes
5. Have students choose a tribe that they'll write a one-page report on

Math (measurement)
1. Instruments of measurement
2. Measuring to build (a log cabin)
3. Measuring distance (of travel, for example)
4. Measuring to cook
5. Measuring to dig (a well)

Science
1. What is a prairie?
2. Variety of life on the prairie (begin putting things in broad categories)
3. Birds on the prairie
4. Small mammals on the prairie
5. Large mammals on the prairie

So, that's it! I'm having fun designing it, and I think it'll be fun to dig deeper into each lesson as well.
I have a lot of reading to do at the moment. I'm putting a lot of effort into this Senior Thesis of mine, and so I am reading a lot about it. This means that I need to take periodic short breaks or I just about go nuts becuase of the sheer quantity of reading I've been doing on one subject this weekend.

But, to take a break, I'll post about Nietzche, and tie it into some of the reading I've been doing for my thesis, which allows me to constructively work on two homework assignments at the same time, while on my blog, which provides for me a change of environment (to liven up the night!). This is: a pull question on Nietzche, which will be due at Mid Rags (I suppose that's coming closer and closer) and to process Edward Said, whose book, Orientalism, revolutionized the discussion of Orientalism. Orientalism is the study of the East, by the Westerners, and since my thesis has to do with Byron's mission to the Greeks (a Westerner going East) it's relevant to understanding how people might think of him thinking. The sum of what this paragraph is expressing for you, the reader, is that this is going to be a very long post and most of you will not read it. But, I've also supplied (in this paragraph) justification for writing it independent of your readership and that means you dont need to read it for me to write it! Gosh, what a great paragraph!

PQ: What is the appropriate Christian response to Nietzsche? Academically? Interpersonally?

Nietzche is fundamentally opposed to the Christian religion, reviling it continuously and explicitly with his pseudo-philosophical expressions of genius and angst. Therefore it is meet for Christians to develop a response for ministering to the minds of those people who hold to ideas put forth by Nietzche (whether or not they came to believe them through him or through modern post-modern movements) and to defend Christianity against his attacks, which means, at least for Biola students, holding up at least a foundationalist evangelical form of orthodox Christianity to be more than what he says it is.

The most fundamental assault by Nietzche on Christianity in The Genealogy of Morals is not his explicit textual criticisms based through strange philology on a contrived history. Although he says that he views Christianity as a kind of Jewish revolt by an impotent priestly class against those that are weaker, his arguments do not hold up against careful scrutiny. This was adequately established several times during my class when we set out to understand his use of philology. For example, his appeal to philology to disprove the idea that guilt comes will-freedom intuitions. “Have these genealogists of morals had even the remotest suspicion that, for example, the major moral concept Schuld [guilt] has its origin in the very material concept Schulden [debts]?” (Genealogy of Morals, Second Essay, Section 4) This argument is not intended, according to the translator and editor Kaufmann, a famous Nietzche scholar who has worked to redeem Nietzche for academic study after his famous use in Hitler’s problems, to pull weight. But the truth is that it is the only referral to a potential concrete fact in the whole section, and philology is the only substantial evidence for his history offered. So, Kaufmann is probably incorrect in that assessment and we are free to move forward with our critique. But there is not far to go, the argument is easily refuted by examining English or any other language that does not have this philogical relationship to debt. Also, with the amount of information he gave us here, we cannot accept what he said because it appears equally plausible that schulden is the longer form of schuld, and the idea of debt came from an idea of responsibility stemming from moral intuitions that actually do come from our conceptions of freedom.

So, what is this genius, as he likes to consistently point out, doing? He must know this argument is invalid. This is the real puzzle in dealing with Nietzche, but it may amount to this: because power is the sum of existence, as explained in Essay 1, Section 13, with an example where he says all actions are merely actions, and do not stem from a doer, there are no ideals. Or perhaps because there are no ideals there is only material, but the point is: any ideal is not believable. Yet, remember, Nietzche is a genius. Therefore he realizes the obvious truth that “any ideal is not believable,” as I stated it above, is also an ideal! And so, he is forced also to condemn living this way. What this leaves is a totally consistent nihilist approach, expressed basically poetically throughout this work.

Here lies the challenge for Christianity, for Christianity is unavoidably an ideal. If ideals chain men, Christianity is a great means of enslaving and turning us into our own self-destroyers through an ascetic ideal.

Responding to this question is exceptionally difficult, because Nietzche leaves no common ground through which to dialogue. It demands a dishonest intellectual attitude, an accusation Nietzche himself has leveled at all idealists, in which he denies the existence of a priori propositions that he must hold. Thus, interpersonally, the only way of expressing Christianity to a Nietzchean must be by demonstrating the fruits of Christianity. There are also, I feel, still a priori conceptions buried in the consciousness of these people, placed there by God, that might be appealed to in earnest and honest friendly discussions. If consistent, they will deny these intuitive inward pulls, but perhaps it is impossible for anything less the genius of Nietzche to hold to such a powerful belief system.

Academically, which removes the intimacy of friendship from scholarly debate, strikes a more difficult solution. There is no way, operating within a Nietzchean system, to argue against Nietzche. The only plausible solution I can see is to stand humbly on the outside and express honest incredulity. An example of a very important scholar who expresses ideas (via Foucalt) held by Nietzche was Edward Said. His book Orientalism attacked the idea of learning about the Orient as an academic discipline because it was a form of mental imperialism, and the source of political imperialism. Now, the form of Said’s argument is such that it assumes that ideas enslave (familiarly Nietzchean) those that they study. This is the bomb-blast of Said’s book, and is found in the introduction of a 200-page book. The response of intellectuals to Said was mixed. Bernard Lewis, the foremost American Orientalist, attacked it viciously four years after it was published. He claimed it was absurd, viewed common sensically, and this seems proper. But it required him standing outside of the philosophical system of Said and appealing to others’ common sense. The thrust of this defense is to prevent others from holding to Said’s belief system. It’s an unfortunately rear-guard stand, and in this way has its shortcomings. At this point, however, it seems the best response.

Said does not go so far as Nietzche, and so there is another root of criticism. It is this: his analysis of Orientalists seems as morally improper, by his own criteria, as the Orientalists' studies of the Orient.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Last night four of us stayed up very late discussing this particularly puzzling question:

Can we know that something tastes good?

My opinion is yes.

We most certainly can know that some things taste good to us. As long as the sense of taste is reliable, then there's a correspondence between the flavor and me, and from this point of view it seems like knowledge.

The crux of the debate hinged on what knowledge is, and whether or not taste is proper justification.

My view of the issue is that we know things according to certain modes proper to those things. Therefore the justification of our knowledge should be according to the mode that we know it. And taste is known through our tongue's tasting (and smell, actually). Therefore we can know whether or not something tastes good.

I dunno, it all seems clear to me. Dustin, you can post your position on your blog or in my comments, so that people can understand your view.

This objection seems the most cogent: taste is not true or false. Therefore taste is not a matter of knowledge. But the proposition, "this tastes good" can be a matter of knowledge (as it's propositional) therefore I am not persuaded by this objection.

A silly discussion, I know, but the real issue was epistemology and, at least to some degree, the necessary conditions of justification. At one point I found myself defending the law of non-contradiction, which was disturbingly self-contradictory.

Another issue was whether or not certainty is a condition of knowledge. I'd say no, because inductive reasoning seems to bring things probabalistically to light in such a way that I still am able to claim to know them. In other words, it's the most likely truth, but I'm still justified in believing it through my inductive argument because there's not sufficeint contrary justification. And so it would be irresponsible not to believe it.

I think the most interesting part of the discussion was on the nature of beauty. We examined, at one point, whether or not taste could be beautiful. It fit one of the signs of a beautiful thing: it inspires desire. However, considering this definition, we had to ask, "Is beauty present to every sense?" And it seems a strange thing to say "This feels beautiful." It occured to me that I'm most comfortable saying "beauty" when I'm talking about sight and hearing. Then someone asked a great question: what about brail? So deaf people can experience beauty through words, like us, but they do it with their fingers. This showed conclusively that ideas, primarily, are beautiful.

Now, ideas are immaterial realities. This seems indisputable. Ideas are most definitely not matter. You can never touch an idea or test one with an instrument. So, if beauty deals mainly with ideas, then beauty itself must be immaterial. And so Plato is right. (For an Aristotelian, beauty is immaterial but always bound in matter. If you're a Thomist, you have a hybrid of these two views, because you see beauty as existing eternally in the mind of God as the exemplar cause of beautiful things on earth: in this way Thomas obviously doesn't seem very Aristotelian, and I'm not sure he isn't a Platonist here.)

Bum bum bum!

I've been becoming a more confirmed in a more Platonic metaphysics lately, even though I've been spending a lot of time in St. Thomas Aquinas.

*later update*

I added a bit about brail because I remembered it and it's insightful and important.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

I added a couple of links: one to Jeff Y's site, who's an old good friend of Libby. And one to Gabe Moothart's site, who's Libby's brother. Gabe's is always a good read, and Jeff's looks interesting, too.

Also, I fixed the link to Luke's site! Now it doesn't direct you to Microsoft.com anymore. Why on earth was it doing that? Luke's site is cool, but he should post more.

Just to make it completely clear, however, on the coolness front here is the order of the world's coolest people.

1. Libby
2. Jon
3. Our families
4. Our friends
5. Everyone else
6. Lem (he's the least coolest)

Sunday, February 13, 2005

I had a busy day yesterday. I woke up early and went bird watching at Bolsa Chica with my Ornithology class at 7am. It was drizzling and windy when we first got there, but after about 45 minutes, the sun started to come out and it was beautiful. We got 46 different species, 47 if you count the Killdeer that we didn't see, but heard. I don't count it. Some cool birds that we actually saw were: Brown Pelicans, Great Blue Heron, Green-winged Teal, Northern Pintail, Red-tailed Hawk, Red-shouldered Hawk, Merlin Falcon (which Rafe, the professor, says he hadn't seen in 20 years!) and a Western Meadowlark. We got back a little after noon. I had some lunch, and got my stuff together for the RICA, and then went straight over there without much down time in between.

The RICA went well, I think. It's a standardized test that everyone in a teacher education program needs to take at some point. It assesses one's ability to give reading instruction. And since I took a class last semester on teaching reading, I thought it would be good to take this test as soon as possible. It consists of 70 multiple choice questions, 2 one-page essays, 2 two-page essays, and a 4-page essay. It took me exaclty 3 hours to finish it. Afterwards I was pretty tired. And hungry. But I think I did pretty well, since the reading class is designed to prepare one for the RICA. It's kind of funny: we learn in all of our education classes that standardized tests are not the best way to assess knowledge of subject matter. We also learn that it's really bad to "teach to the test." And then we have to take all these standardized tests. And we take classes to prepare us for exactly what's going to be on them. :-)

The best part was that when I got there, before they let anyone inside, I found a couple of Biola girls from one of my education classes this semester. And then another Biola girl came and waited with us. Pretty soon there were about 8 or 10 of us. I don't know any of them too terribly well, but it was really nice to see some familiar faces before going in. None of them were in my testing room, but I actually sat behind a lady who graduated from Biola a few years ago and who was in a class of mine during my first semester (which was her senior year). Having someone to talk to before the test started made me feel at ease.

And then after I got back, I went over to Jonathan's house and we had a really relaxing evening. We made dinner, and read some of Little House on the Prairie and talked. It was a great way to end a long, busy day.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Good afternoon. Libby's taking the RICA today. She should tell you more about that, because I'm sure it's an interesting experience.

Personally, I've been doing homework for my Medieval Philosophy class and for Torrey. I'm now reading Nietzche. Last week I read Marx. Darwin came right before that. I love this program! It lets me read the most interesting books.

So far this semester, it's been a fairly straight on assault on the Christian faith, but it holds up pretty dang well against the slings and arrows.

Another interesting class that I'm taking is by the famous Dr. Aaron Kleist (well, he's famous at Biola). We're doing an introduction to Shakespeare upper division English class, and it's about the histories covering the War of the Roses. Right now we're reading Richard II (Libby and I are working through this together, as it's a way to spend time together: she's not in the class, but she's being really nice and making my homework so much more interesting). Richard II is paced well, and having a background of the history makes it a really entertaining read.

But the most interesting thing about the class, as far as making it distinctive, is that its framed in the set up of a game. Instead of a term paper or final, we're all required to cast ourselves willy-nilly into a contest of wits and knowledge devised to create greater immersion into the text. The game sets the two sections of Introduction to Shakespeare (10:30 vs. 1:30) against each other. We're the Lancasters, they're the Yorks. White Rose vs. Red! Anyway, we've all been assigned characters from the time period, and we have to learn a bunch about them. We'll all be asked a series of questions to prove that we have learned it. Anyway, the point of the game is to find out who the other characters are through a series of yes or no questions that are aired over the university bulletain board service. So, for example, right now the Lancasters asked a bunch of questions to determine who was royalty and who was an earl. By doing so we'll have know a lot. It's pretty fun, a lot of strategy.

The outcome of the game isn't really so much a matter of grade as pride. The winner will be served a Shakespearean dinner by the losing section.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

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Intelligence Design is not only an interesting philosophical theory that has wide ranging cultural implications, but it is a contentious thorn in the side of Darwinists.

Here is an article responding in fear to the Intelligence Design movement. Here's the relevant argument in the interpretation of the movement.

Historically, evolution has been opposed by Protestant Fundamentalists.
These people desire their children not to learn Darwinism.
Court rulings have charted a course for our education system to teach Darwinism on grounds of separation of Church and State.
Therefore, they have cooked up philosophical and scientific disagreements.

Of course, in his view, these scientific disagreements have no validity. There's a cursory discussion (more of an assertion than an argument, certainly no more than an explication based on the principles of Darwinism - which, in my opinion is also the extent of Darwin's same argument in The Origin of Species) on the eye's development, opposing the powerful scientific argument advanced by Behe (who, however, focuses on cell biology) called "irreducible complexity."

I find this admission curious, however: "ID is an idea with a respectable philosophical pedigree, though no credibility in modern science."

Philosophical pedigree is critical in this area, because scientific theories rest upon philosophical beliefs in every case. The very practice of science rests upon a certain view of seeing the world. Therefore, having a philisophical pedigree opposing Darwinism seems a considerable route for disagreement.

Anyway, it's an interesting, and somewhat harsh (which is fine) article that seems designed to shut down depate on this issue. People shouldn't think critically about Darwin's theories? That seems foolish!

Here's an paper he links to explaining the CRC's philosophies. It's well argued, less rhetorical, and full of true things: Explaining the "leaked theocracy memo"

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Textbooks have never been my favorite thing, but today I became extremely disenchanted with them. I read the first chapter in my Child Development textbook, in which the history of the study was recounted. The author attempts to summarize several philosophers' views in the space of a couple pages. Ok, well that's the nature of a textbook. Anyway, these philosophers are ones of whom I have actually read a decent amount (Plato, Locke and Rousseau). And this textbook either gave, for each philosopher, an extremely simplistic view of what they said, or just plain got it wrong. (I should mention that Darwin and Stanley Hall are also discussed briefly, but as I have not read either of them, I don't really know if the textbook got them right or not).

The book claims, for example, that Rousseau believed that children are born naturally good. Ok, that's fine. But it goes on to say, "The role of adults, in Rousseau's view, is to let the natural positive forces in children emerge without restraint." Woah. I've read Emile. And that is not what Rousseau says. On the contrary, he would have parents/guardians very carefully and intricately regulate the experiences that the child has, so that they will come to learn exactly what the adult desires them to learn. It's to such an extreme that I really don't know how anyone could write in a textbook that he says something so different.

Then, this afternoon, I was talking about the chapter with Jonathan. I mentioned that the book says that in the Middle Ages, there wasn't much of a distinction between children and adults; they were just seen as miniature adults. He pointed out what a wrong idea of the Medievals this is.

So, pretty much, I don't want to read this textbook anymore.

All that got me thinking about why we have textbooks anyway. They're certainly not the best way to acquire knowledge. If I want to know what Plato, Locke and Rousseau think, I should read them...not this textbook. But that would take a lot more time. So, I suppose textbooks are used because they can fit a lot of basic, summarized information into a small space. The problem is, these textbook authors have a bias, so everything comes across with a twist.

I guess all this is the cost of majoring in Liberal Studies. I'll end up knowing a little about everything and, consequently, won't have a really strong grasp of any one thing.

When I'm a teacher, I'm going to try to use textbooks as little as possible. And when they must be used, they will not be regarded as the final authority. I would have said the same thing a week ago; but today, I mean it more.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

I'm a T.A. for a high school English teacher in the area. Every once in a while he'll call me up and tell me he's got a stack of papers for me to grade. I'll read them and mark them up and take them back to him. Well, right now I'm working on a stack of about 60 "research" papers on capital punishment. It's not very fun. For one thing, it's kind of a depressing subject to read so much about. For another thing, these kids can't write. Many of them have a weak grasp of the English language. It's rare for me to find a paper written in complete, clear sentences. So when I find a sentence with a noun and a verb, and commas in the right places, I pause. Then I type it into Google. And then I (more often than not) find the article from which this student has plagiarized. I make a note of the website so I can let the teacher know, and then I repeat the process. It's bad. I'm kind of sick of it, and I'm only half way through the stack. *Sigh* Well, I guess this post doesn't really have much of a point, except allowing me to vent. Thanks.

Monday, January 31, 2005

Ligers are going to kill us all!

Fortunately, there's an Anti-Liger Alliance to protect us! Here's their website.

What's a liger? A liger is a cross between a male tiger and a female lion. This is different than the tigon, which is less common and is the cross between a female tiger and a male lion. It's also much bigger. Ligers are commonly bigger than either lions or tigers, perhaps exhibiting a kind of gigantism.



Here are some liger websites.

This group has their own ligers! They perform and stuff. Their liger is huge: it's over twelve feet tall when standing on its hind legs! Holy cow!

This site has some more detailed information, as well as some pictures of Ti-Ligers.

The Sierra Safari Zoo has their own liger called "Hobbs." He is big, and he is north of Reno on Highway 395!

Iraqi Elections

This is exciting for Iraq and for the Middle East.

Here's the King of Jordan's opinion on the election. I don't know how representative his opnion is of most Muslims, but I hope that he knows a bit. CNN's Interview with King Abdullah

The BBC's perspective: Iraqi Prime Minister Calls for Iraq to Unite After the Vote

This is an important article by CNN: it shows the response of Arab news headlines throughout the Middle East.

MSNBC offers another perspective, including the promise by the Al-Quaida networks in Iraq that they are not going away.
'World is Watching'


Bush's strategy is that the optimism and hope that are currently being expressed by ordinary Iraqis will now spread into the hearts and minds of other countries in the area of Iraq: resulting in a joyful change to democracy. It's a bit far-fetched, perhaps, but the same thing did happen in Europe (unsuccessfully) following the French Revolution. I'm not sure how I feel about America standing by to prevent Terrors and oppressive reactions by terrified current rulers. It's something that bears consideration.

There's more to write and more to find on the internet about this, but now it's time for study. On the reading list for this afternoon? Darwin's Origin of the Species.

Friday, January 28, 2005

It's National Kazoo Day! Check out Barbara Stewart's inspirational message.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Along the same lines as Jonathan's last post...

I've been using My Utmost for His Highest for morning devotions lately. The last couple of readings have been from Matthew 6, the Sermon on the Mount. Jesus warns against letting the cares of this world choke out the one important thing--pursuit of the Kingdom of God.

Matthew 6:25 (KJV) states: "Therefore I say unto you, take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on..." This is convicting. He's talking about basic needs here. If He'd said "don't think about how you can have the most money, or the best clothes..." it would be easy for me to brush it off. "Oh, well I don't do that. Ok, on to the next verse." But, no. We're to "take no thought" of our lives. At all. Not even of these basic needs. For one thing, it doesn't do any good. "Which one of you by taking thought can add one cubit to his stature?" (verse 27) And for another thing, isn't God much more capable of taking care of our needs? He knows them better than we do. "Consider the lilies of the field..." (verse 28) If God clothes them more beautifully than Solomon, how much more will He take care of His children? Therefore, He says, take no thought..."But seek ye first the Kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." (verse 33)

I have a friend who once told me, after explaining a rough financial situation she was encountering, "I've made a deal with God: I worry about Him, and He worries about everything else." And isn't that the way it ought to be? God is really the only one qualified to worry about my needs. I don't need to make myself crazy trying to do His job. My job is to worry about Him.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

"I have seen all the works which have been done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and striving after wind." (Ecclesiastes 2)

I have been re-reading Augustine's Confessions, and am struck in a new way by its excellence. As I observe the follies of loving this life falling from Augustine as he approaches Faith in God, I am convicted of my own faulty and misguided loves.

How foolish, though, to love more or as much as God any earthly thing. Surely we cannot think that ambition, pleasure, or anything else that a gracious God has given us can be worth our pursuing it for its own sake? When considered, only a righteous and transcendent God, whose love and goodness are never changing and never ending, can be the proper life-pursuit of any man or woman.

"Vanity of vanities," says the Preacher,
"Vanity of vanities! All is vanity." (Ecclesiastes 1:2)

Augustine uses the example of a begger when confessing to God his own follies in this area. He was on his way to being a member of the Imperial court, or some other such exalted earthly position. In order to fulfill this desire, in order to become a recognized and worth-while Roman individual, he had to give a speech on the Emperor. However, he did not find there the happiness which he sought. Here is the text, which is addressing God:

How unhappy I was, and how conscious you made me of my misery, on that day when I was preparing to deliver a panegyric on the emperor! In the course of it I would tell numerous lies and for my mendacity would win the good opinion of people who knew it to be untrue. The anxiety of the occasion was making my heart palpitate and perspire with the destructive fever of the worry, when I passed through a Milan street and noticed a destitute beggar. Already drunk, I think, he was joking and laughing. I groaned and spoke with the friends accompanying me about the many sufferings that result from our follies. In all our strivings such as those efforts that were then worrying me, the goads of ambition impelled me to drag the burden of my unhappiness with me, and in dragging it to make it even worse; yet we hade no goal other than to reach a carefree cheerfulness. That beggar was already there before us, and perhaps we would never achieve it. For what he had gained with a few coins, obtained by begging, that is the cheerfulness of temporal felicity, I was going about to reach by painfully twisted and roundabout ways. True joy he had not. But my quest to fulfil my ambitions was much falser. there was no question that he was happy and I racked with anxiety. He had no worries; I was frenetic, and if anyone had asked me if I would prefer to be merry or to be racked with fear, I would have answered 'to be merry'. Yet if he asked whether I would prefer to be a beggar like that man or the kind of person I then was, I would have chosen to be myself, a bundle of anxieties and fears. What an absurd choice!


(Augustine, Confessions, trans. Henry Chadwick. VI. vi (9-10))

Augustine made an absurd choice, true, but I do not think that happiness is an absurd desire. All men desire it more than any other thing on this earth, if one would consider themselves. And that is why we can understand Augustine here, we are all yearning for the same thing he was, in different ways, and are mostly failing to accomplish it. For, temporal felicity this happiness we want is not (for this pleasurable feeling will end), rather, it is the perfect state of the soul that is found through loving God and serving Him always. And that can only be found by prostrating oneself before our Savior, who has offered Grace freely to those who ask of Him, because of a love so deep that He left Heaven, putting off his rightful Glory as God, and dying on the cross for our sins.

"The conclusion, when all has been heard, is: fear God and keep His commandments, because this applies to every person. For God will bring every act to judgment, everything which is hidden, whether it is good or evil." (Ecclesiastes 12:13-12:14)

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Happy Birthday to Jonathan Rowley! He's 22 on the 22nd. That deserves a prize! Last night we went out to dinner with a bunch of friends, and then back to his house. There we played a rousing game of Scattegories. After that, there was a Super Smash Brothers tournament, but it was getting late, so I didn't stay to see the end of it. Tonight we're going to his grandparents' house to celebrate with family.

Yay for Jonathan being alive! It's certainly a reason to celebrate.
Dr. Reynolds has blogged about the backlash to Dr. Dobson's comments on Spongebob Square Pants. They offer a reasonable perspective on a difficult issue.


Here he responds to an article on msnbc calling mainstream Christians "crackpots."

And here he comments on Hugh Hewitt and the situation as well.

I'm posting these because I don't have the time or ability to write a cultural critique of this level, but I do think it's really important to see this perspective. It sounds pretty right on to me, and I find it distasteful to mock Christians, even for making social missteps with true conviction.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

The Second Inaugural Address of George W. Bush

I posted this before I ever read it. Now I have, and am impressed, especially by the half before the domestic policy section, which I am not quite sure about.

It is a good speech, in that it reads smoothly and consistently. It is an emjoyable read, suitably light, but with a substantial weight. Its consistent demand of one principle: the cause of freedom, is a real strength that reflects what the presidents' real focus does seem to be.

"America's vital interests and our deepest beliefs are now one. From the day of our founding, we have proclaimed that every man and woman on this Earth has rights, and dignity and matchless value because they bear the image of the maker of heaven and Earth."

This is, to me, the reason that Bush makes a good president. His view of secular government is defined by the duty of protecting the social lives of its people because they are the creations of God. This is the belief and idea that was put forward in the Declaration of Independence, and it is the belief and idea that makes America work where other democracies have not worked. This is what kept America's Revolution from sliding into the Terror, and it is the belief that is the most powerful safeguard and keeper of us all today. Because man matters, because God loves man, we must protect man and not let innocents be killed senselessly.

Good job, President Bush. Here's to four more years!

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Jonathan and I have created a new card game. It's called Find Your Family. I'll explain the rules here so you all can have a chance to experience the coolness.

For 2-4 players

The goal: to be the first to get the Jack, Queen, King and Ace of a certain suit--your "family"

The setup: Shuffle two decks together (it's very important that you use at least two decks...we haven't experimented with this completely yet, but we think it might be best to have the same number of decks as there are people playing). Now pick out four cards, one of each suit, and mix them around face down. Each person takes one, without showing it to any other players, to find out what his "family" suit will be. All four cards are shuffled back into the deck. Deal each player four cards. The top card of the deck is turned over to begin the discard pile.

Playing: Player left of the dealer goes first. With each turn, the player must take one card (either from the pile, or from the top of the discard pile) and discard one. Play continues until one player has all four face cards of his "family" suit. At that point, I think it would be cute if he has to say "Family Reunion!" to let the other players know he's found them all, but Jonathan thinks it's sufficient to say, "Yay!" or "I won!" You must decide this for yourself.

Variation: You can also play Find Your Extended Family, where you have to find all the cards of a certain suit except the face cards. It plays the same, but you use nine cards in your hand.

The history of the game: Find Your Family evolved from a game we made up early last semester called Find Your Mom, where you only had to find the Queen of a given suit. That game is much shorter. Plus, we played it with only one deck, so we pretty easily figured out whose Mom was whose. And then it ended with both of us holding onto the other's Mom, refusing to discard. It became clear that we would need to make some changes. Hence, the above game rules.

There you have it. Now, go. Find your family.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Hey! We came back from Mammoth!

We actually came back early from our trip, which turned out to be quite an adventure.

The first sign that our trip was an adventure came when we arrived at the cabin. We toiled the two miles in two hours or so, slowed by heavy packs and sleds to a snail's pace at times. We turned on the power switch and went over to the upper window on the lee side of the cabin that we use to enter during the window. Unfortunately, the key that we had didn't turn the lock. We jiggled and warmed it, and still, nothing happened. The only option was to take the shutter off its hinges. This was an involved and difficult process in the cold and high snow. Finally, we got it off and Dad climbed into the cold and dark cabin.

"The lights aren't working. Someone check the breaker to make sure it's turned on."

Ok... Bill had flipped it on, which takes digging a couple of feet down into the snow. I went over to double check. But, as I looked, someone noticed that some of the power lines from the cabin were laying in the snow nearby.

That's when we realized that, after working so hard just to get into the cabin, it was now going to be a little less welcoming. We all bundled into the cave-like darkness, and went downstairs to where Dad was starting a fire. We looked around for candles. The thing about the cabin is that, during the winter, it's completely under snow. So there're no windows. The only lights were the candles, the fire, an electric lantern that I found in an upstairs attic cupboard, and the headlamps and flashlights that we brought with us.

Anyway, the snow was still really nice, and skiing was a joy. We also made a couple sled runs onto the lake, which is a great place to do it, since the run-out from the run can go forever onto the flat expanse.

Unfortunately, I had to come down early because I was having some sort of severe heartburn-like symptoms that wouldn't go away. I had them for about 16 hours, without any sign of abating, despite taking a lot of heartburn medication. But once we skiied out Saturday evening in the gathering twilight, I got better. By the time we were on highway 395 outside of Mammoth, the symptoms were all gone.

Bill and Becca wonderfully drove me home, and I finally arrived back Sunday morning at 1:30 or so. Libby drove the last leg and got home a little after me. She was a real trooper and learned a lot about how to ski, since this was her first time. She did great!

Thursday, January 13, 2005

The puzzle got finished last night. It's very nice to see it finally done.

Jonathan and I are going with his parents and Bill and Becca to spend a few days at the Rowley cabin up in Mammoth. We leave early tomorrow morning, and we'll get back on Monday. It's going to be great! This will be my second trip to the cabin, and I'm pretty excited about it. There will be tons of snow, and we'll do some skiing. That's a funny word: skiing. There aren't many words with two i's in the middle like that. Anyway, I've never skied before, but they're all very experienced, so I'll have some good teachers. We'll see how it goes!

I need to start getting my stuff together. Have a good weekend!

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

My very cool brother and sister-in-law got me a 1,000 piece puzzle for Christmas. The last few days of my life have consisted largely of putting this thing together. It's got a pretty lighthouse, and cliffs, and some trees, and then lots of water and sky. The water and sky of course have been saved for last, as they have much less variation. This afternoon, however, much progress has been made. One of my roommates, Katie, has a couple of friends over to spend the night. The four of us have spent the last two and a half hours sitting at the card table, piecing it together. They're still out there working on it, in fact, but I needed a break. We had some good conversation and learned some really practical lessons as we worked on it. Some of the highlights:
--"C'mon little piece, aren't you ready to stop being an individual and become part of the Whole?"
--"In puzzles, as well as life, the weird shaped ones often become the most helpful in finding that perfect fit; we can be thankful for the freaks."
--"Maybe you need to stop looking for the perfect piece, and spend more time making sure you become the perfect piece."

There's just some sky left!

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Hey, look, everyone! I'm posting! And man, have I got some exciting things to say. To start with, there's this music video of a popular Romanian song. You simply must watch it. The band is O-Zone; the song is Dragostea Din Tei; the result is hilarity.

After that, you should watch the lego version. They cleverly call it LegO-Zone.

You can read a translation of the lyrics here.

And whattheheck, since I'm posting all these links, I'll throw in one that shows a guy dancing to the song at his computer.

Also, as I was searching around for these treasures, I found out an interesting piece of information. This song is not original to O-Zone. Oh, no. The band that wrote it is called Haiducii, or The Outlaws. Ah, I get it now.


Monday, January 10, 2005

Today I worked 11 hours. Last week I worked 9 or 10 hours a day, but I'm shooting for 12 hours a day for the rest of this week. Anyhow, that means that I don't have time to post very much.

In further news, Libby Moothart and I have reached a new point in our relationship. Today I've added her to my blog. She can now post the neat things she's been thinking and finding and doing during her (much) less busy days this interterm. So this momentous occasion will work to augment the paucity of my blog's posts.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Lem's posted a great passage on love and marriage by C.S. Lewis on his blog. It's pretty late at night for me to add anything to it, but this is the big event in my life right now.

Phil is preparing to enter marriage with his girlfriend of over three years. We were friends with Phil for only a month after arriving at Biola in the Fall of 2001 before he and Alisha were going out. It's worked out beautifully, and we've seen them grow incredibly both as a couple and as individuals. They're people of admirable character, and Phil has provided wonderful leadership and love in our house with his commitment to a common purpose of community living. Alisha, too, has noticably matured, growing into a God centered woman with serious concerns for his kingdom, as even a fairly shallow acquaintance over the last few years could reveal. Their relationship is a great opportunity for growth for the two of them, and our whole community is excited about this next step.

Tomorrow is the rehearsal, and Friday's the main event. Exciting times for all!

Saturday, December 25, 2004

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Friday, December 24, 2004

I found an interesting article on the history of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" through Hugh Hewitt's blog. Here's the link: Mark Roberts.

While I was typing out "Hark the Herald Angels," I accidentally typed "Hark the Herald Angels Sin." That's a funny typo.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Star Wars Christmas Album

The above link is to a site making fun of a Star Wars Christmas Album. Yes... a Star Wars Christmas Album. I'm not joking. Not only is it Star Wars, and Christmas, starring Anthony Daniels as C-3PO, but also it has BON JOVI! Anyway, the link has all this amazing information on it. So I submit it for your viewing pleasure. Be warned, though, it is laced with a lot of profanity.
An interesting piece of information was found by my girlfriend the other day while she was reading Christy, the book about a teacher in rural poor mountain American communities way back when.

It turns out "Mountain Dew" refers to moonshined alcoholic beverages from the back mountains! I know, I know, it's hard to believe, but it's true!

Here's the link she sent me: The History of Mountain Dew". This is a reliable source, too, since it's the drink's main website.

It's interesting that people think it will sell better if it uses alcoholic names. I, personally, don't buy soft drinks because of that, because, hey, I want a soft drink! Curious history lesson, though.

Friday, December 17, 2004

I read a good definition of poetry this semester.

Samuel T. Colderidge's definition, found in his Biographia Literaria, is, in my opinion, pretty spot on. His view is that poetry is the most pleasurable form of written expression, and this is because it is an organic whole. That is, every part plays into every part, and the unified idea is thereby communicated the most effectively. The pleasure comes from looking into the details and finding, again and again, more of the whole: the idea (hopefully a truth) that the poem communicates.

The problem for the Romantics in defining poetry was the use of meter. Coleridge's definition resolves this: meter is a way of organizing words such that every one has a proper place. This allows the words, in a way that a novel can never achieve, to each have an ideal place, a place where they can communicate the idea most effectively through rhythm and rhyme, etc. Meter also allows one to create a feel that prose cannot, for example, the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner is written as a mariner's ballad. This kind of poetry is intrinsic to a certain kind of England, and creates the character of the Mariner. It creates a time and a place through which the character can be understood while minimizing narrative time.

That's why poetry can be so condensed, and why dense poetry is so pleasurable, it's food for thought for days and days.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

The Sophomore Torrey students are going to be able to use this text as their text this year in reading Chaucer. This is cool, becuase they'll be reading the actual book in the actual language, using this helpful site. This version of Chaucer is an edited version that uses the archaic vocabulary, but it's glossed with modern English equivalents and modern spelling. From looking over a tale, it looks to me that sometimes the gloss will be absolutely necessary but sometimes it will be redundant. All the same, it's a neat opportunity.

The version can be found here: Michael Murphy's Chaucer.

Here's a link to a site without the modernized spelling that includes a great deal of Middle English literature available to the public, including Gawain and the Green Knight and Chaucer: both Troilus and Cressida and the Canterbury Tales. I love these kinds of databases.

The Middle English Collection at the University of Virginia Library.

To even get a sense of what this is saying, sometimes, you'll need this site, which provides a neat introduction to translating Middle English into Modern English, and teaches some interesting things aobut Modern English in the process.

Monday, December 13, 2004

I saw Torrey Theater's production of a Christmas Carol last night. It inspired me to be happy, merry, and charitable this Christmastime. Good production. I almost cried when Tiny Tim died during the Christmas Future section. And when I came out I was full of Christmas cheer. If that's not a good production of a Christmas Carol, then I don't know what is!

I'm also reading the book with Libby. It's very good, as well. The stage production borrows most of its lines straight from its pages.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Anthony Flew, a leading British atheist, has become a theist. This is a major earthquake in the philosophical world.

Famous atheist now believes in God from Yahoo News

Also, the philosophical journal headed up by professors at Biola University, my own school, are going to publish an interview with him discussing his change in beliefs. While he's not a Christian, he is very sympathetic to the Christian religion. Here's a link to the interview:

Anthony Flew interview on Biola's Website

What strikes me in reading the interview is how reasonable a fellow Flew is. He's the sort of rational person that a fellow wouldn't mind talking to about anything. If someone is willing to change a belief that's very important to them because the evidence suggests that they're wrong, when thay're as old as he is, then they are humble in the face of Truth. That's just a great attitude for someone to have. I hope that this is the first step in a progress towards the true God.

I found something else at Jonathan's Ink, a Torrey grad's site, citing this interesting article by an atheist in response to Flew's conversion. Carrier tries to downplay and dismiss it.

Richard Carrier at secweb.com"

It sounds like a rear-guard action to keep more people from following Flew out of the coop. Fair enough.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

A week and a half until the official end of the semester. Today is, in a sense, the last Wednesday of the semester.

I've had more than enough thoughts in the last week to fill a hundred blog posts, but the busy days have crowded them out of my mind. Exteriorly enforced mental discipline is not pleasant, but perhaps I'll grow from it.

Anyway, if there's one time I might be able to post, it's right before I start my work for the day. On the slate for this morning is a chapter of Historiography work in my text-book, followed by a dose of St. Thomas Aquinas' Summa Theologica on the Incarnation and the salvific power of Jesus Christ, God incarnate but true man, who walked earth 2000 years ago. To combine the two subjects of the morning: consider that Jesus Christ's life is a historical reality. Jesus really did walk and talk and do the miracles that the Gospels record. God really was walking on earth, 2000 years ago. God walked the earth, and yet... I still struggle with sin and not living entirely for this same God.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner!

Friday, December 03, 2004

Listening to a lot of music lately, as I'm working at my computer continually. I've decided that the song that most represents for me this summer is Run, by Snow Patrol. This British rock song elicits, still, strong emotions and melancholy thoughts. Also, it brings back mememories of sitting on the back porch with Libby, or Lem (There's a particularly vivid memory of him dancing all crazy to the song), or Phil, with the music very quietly playing in the dark night.

It was nice when it was so warm we could all relax outside into the late evenings on Friday nights. Even so, the summer was somewhat melancholy because it didn't seem like I got to spend enough time with Libby. Funny thing is, I still don't feel like I get to spend enough time with Libby, and I'm not sure that I do get to spend any more time with her than I did in the summer... in fact, perhaps less. But the semester is soon to end!

I am tired of it, so it's about time. I wouldn't mind returning to this last summer, if only for the pleasant night-time weather, which is now replaced by chilling cold, which sends us all rushing indoors.

My first project once the rush of the semester's end is itself over, is to develop Christmas spirit, of which I've only felt glimmers at Church and in a few reflective thoughts walking from one place or another on Christ's wonderful gift. But, the general communitity spirit hasn't effected me yet. Christmas lights spark slight interest, but then are forgotten because of all the stress. I used to really like Christmas lights. I hope that I do again this year.
Erk.

Erk indeed, I am going to go to bed, now, because I think I have exhausted any useful work on my thesis, which I am turning an extensive outline in of tomorrow. It's not as much as I'd like to turn in, but I'm proud of what I did get done because I like my argument, which is of course the meat of the whole paper.

I like the argument because I think I'm right and I think nobody else has ever argued it before. That's great!

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

This is worthy of comment: Holland has instituted policies that allow taking an infant's life, after birth, at the consent of the infant's parents or in cases of extreme pain or insolvable illness.

Two reports:

Here

AP News service

Some commentary:

Hewitt

Reynolds

Some strange things are on the internet. Here are two of them:

1. Hannukah is brought into the new millenium with this hip rendition of a new Hannukah song. It's to the tune of that song by OutKast.

2. Llamas finally receive their due laud with this ballad, a fascinating mixture of text, graphics, and joyful music in one fabulous shockwave file.

Enjoy, if you can. Personally, I'm enjoying the last stages of a paper due tomorrow.

Monday, November 29, 2004

I'm about to go to bed. I was just finishing up some formatting for a paper due tomorrow. *yawn* This is a good song by U2, from their new album. This is really their most Christian album, yet, I wonder if it will affect their popularity. Time will tell.

"Yahweh"

Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes
And make them fit
Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt
And make it clean, clean
Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul
And make it sing

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I'm waiting for the dawn

Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don't make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I'm waiting for the dawn

Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up
The sun is coming up on the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, tell me now
Why the dark before the dawn?

Take this city
A city should be shining on a hill
Take this city
If it be your will
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart
And make it break

This is chock full of Biblical imagery. Good stuff.

Friday, November 26, 2004

Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow

After finishing up my first paper of this weekend, I took a couple of hours and went to see Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow at the Dollar Theater. I'm glad I did. It passed two hours quickly and engagingly.

First thing that strikes a viewer of this movie is the novel lense effects. Everything is surrounded by a blur and ethyreal glow. This is done for two reasons, that I can tell. One, it adds a fantastic feel to the movie. This fits in well with its antique comic book style. Second, it helps to combine the live action characters and their computer generated settings. The thing is, the whole movie is filmed in front of green screens and then filled in with computer generated robots, people, and scenery. All the acting - there are only maybe thirty people acting in the entire movie - is filmed, which is good since computers cannot communicate in the same way that people do.

Along the lines of live actors, the director made an interesting choice: he had quite close shots on the faces of the people in the movie. This was nice, as it helps you connect with the character. This isn't as extreme as in the Good the Bad and the Ugly, but that wouldn't have fit in this movie.

The actors portrayed did a tolerable job. Jude Law was good, and Gwenyth Paltrow was, too, and their interaction got better as the movie went along. Actually, the whole movie seemed to get better as it moved along. The intentionally thrown-back style wasn't enough to sustain my interest, but the plot did, from probably about a quarter of the way into the movie. From the point when Jude Law and Gwenyth Paltrow are drawn together in the action, there was enough action to keep me entertained. Their relationship was pretty funny, too, as neither is trustworthy.

The premise is this: It's some time around the 1940s, and Gwenyth Paltrow is a reporter on the trail of a mysterious case in which scientists are disappearing slowly. As she makes a break, monstrous robots march into New York and wreak havoc. Enter Sky Captain, a pilot who runs a mercenary organization that benevolently aids the free countries of the world. Slowly they unravel the mystery of the missing scientists and robots, finding a sinister plot involving a doomsday device and the end of the world.

I liked it, and the romantic tension between Jude Law and Gwenyth Paltrow is quite humorous. I think it would be a pretty good date movie. I can't remember any cussing, and the violence wasn't at all gory. A clean, fun, movie... good for the whole family.
Amazon.com has a section for free mp3 downloads. If people so desire, they can upload their music onto the site. It's a pretty neat idea, especially since Christmas is coming! I'm going to get some free Christmas mp3s. Awesome cool legalness.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Marvin Olasky participates here in some inter-Christian ideological discussions on political "single mindedness." A difficult issue, but one worth considering. His article is here

The judicial theories of the more liberal leaning ideologues are frightening. It may well be that the single issue for voters ought to be a support for the Constitution, as properly understood. I really think a vote for Kerry was a vote against the Constitution, because his intellectual presuppositions destabilize the document as a basis for a country's law. And that pretty much sinks America's heart.

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

This is an interesting perspective on Iraq.

Monday, November 22, 2004



This is a picture of me. Behind me is the eminently lovely Libby Moothart. She's the best.

I look disturbed in this picture, but I assure you that any such disturbance only enhances my quality of living, rather than in any way interfereing with my functionality.
Rolling Stone magazine's top 500 is readable at their website. Imagine, number three, is a rediculous, self-referentially incohrent song. That it is so popular boggles my mind. I really can't understand the appeal, besides a pleasant tune.

There are other songs, by the Beatle's (a more level headed group than Lennon alone, from what I can tell), that deserve greater recognition. Bah!
Big news over on Dustin's blog (and no, it's not just that he actually posted). So... congratulations to the happy couple!

Sunday, November 21, 2004

It's raining outside... really really hard.

I had always interpreted "sheets of rain" as describing vertical patterns of rainfall, but tonight it's giant drops coming down in horizontal sheets, that make the ground dance with deflected rain a foot in the air. Freak shower, but one that I appreciated very much.

Thanks, God.

Friday, November 19, 2004

Marsupials.

Wonderful animals.

Truly. They're one person on the outside, but in a little pouch, there's another life! Growing there, waiting to come out. I see some cool metaphorical tints to the animal. But the thing is, if you're the average google user trying to find something out about something like a marsupial, you're going to end up on my blog.

While there are many strange things that lead people to searching my site, marsupials are probably one of the most common hit gatherers.

Other things include:
1. Zwingli
2. pictures of Rachel robinson (who apparently works for mtv?)
3. bill and becca (that one came from texas)

But just today I got a hit from someone searching for "small marsupials." Another time I got "marsupials with big eyes." That one is creative.

So, here's some info on marsupials.


http://www.ucmp.berkeley.edu/mammal/marsupial/marsupial.html

http://www.americazoo.com/goto/index/mammals/8.htm


Dunart's are so cute. Have fun!
Keats' poem, "Sleep and Poetry" is excellent, as well. It's much longer than the Elgin Marbles, but his vision of poetry is fascinating. I find his view of a mature poet fascinating.

The poem is very pleasurable.
This marine was a true soldier-gentleman.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

It's still Wednesday, but my time stamp will say it's Thursday. It's an hour off.

Today we talked about sin in class. St. Thomas' view of sin was, as normal, very reasonable. We're getting into soteriology now with which I disagree, but that's ok.

It's interesting to talk about sin. When in a Torrey session, one of the most important things is to strike on something that you don't know, something that you don't understand. If the unknown thing is good, it will inspire love in you as you strive to draw nearer it. This echoes the great pursuit of the soul for its creator, and is indeed part of the same pursuit, on smaller scales. But sin is just not the sort of thing you can love. It actually doesn't really exist, as a thing, but only as a perversion of other things, as imperfections of perfection.

What I found myself loving was humanity, instead. The leader of our session wisely led us in that direction. The goal was to understand the soul, and we ended up spending a lot of time talking about the will, and basically Thomistic anthropology. And, as interseting as it was, this is the first session we've really spent talking about anthropology. Last session was creation, which could have served as a kind of bridge from theology, but it didn't really work. Instead, this session seemed... dirty. Not dirty in the sense that it was sinful, but dirty in the sense that man is a low being, and not worthy of worship. God's glory, in our sessions too often obscured by obfuscation in language, and our own incapacity for comprehension, still shone threw in the nature of the thoughts we considered. And now it's just not as good.

All the same, I hope that in understanding man, and how we fall into sin, I can myself avoid it more often in the future. It is also helpful in appreciating the cross. Sin is truly wicked, and it is all our own fault.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, the sinner.
On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time
John Keats

My spirit is too weak; mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagined pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.
Yet 'tis a gentle luxury to weep,
That I have not the cloudy winds to keep
Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.
Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
Bring round the heart an indescribable feud;
So do these wonders a most dizzy pain,
That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude
Wasting of old Time—with a billowy main,
A sun, a shadow of a magnitude.


I don't think this is anywhere near the best poem ever written, but as it's Keats, and thus by the pen of a man with a remarkable poetic talent, I'm posting it here. It's a puzzling work, I find. the metaphor of the eagle is evocative but a bit confusing. And the middle section, about not having the cloudy winds to keep fresh puzzles me more than the rest of it.

The poet is responding to looking at the Elgin Marbles, which are the Athenian Parthenon's frieze, brought to England by Lord Elgin (hence the name of the marbles). I wanted to know what they were representing but, as is often the case, the meaning or story of the marbles is obscured by the story of what is happening with the marbles. Such contemporary concerns are far from interesting, but I suppose relevant to some.
This link needs a little context. In the summer before we moved into our former apartment, in Tropicana by Biola, my roommate, Phil, needed a place to stay. He ended up staying in the apartment of a friend who got married partway through that summer. While on his honeymoon, this fellow found some video games at a garage sale and sent them down for Phil to keep safe. Among these video games were a number of comic books.

These comic books were not just any comic books, though. No, they were Masters of the Universe Mini-comics, complete with overblown product placement. Phil immediately recognized their value as troves of golden humor, and acquired them from our friend. They are now, and have been for more than a year now, permanent residents of our bathroom.

So, here is a very comprehensive listing of these comics, including, I think, the ones we have.

He-man comics at He-man.org

Monday, November 15, 2004

Move to Canada!

Canada's Immigration Website

If you're a leftward leaning American, then you're probably dissatisfied with the movement of our country. That's fine. You can move to Canada!

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Here's a picture taken after the heavy October snows that swept over the Sierras. It's incredibly white. Not only that, but the snow has outlined the long valley caldera, right around Crowley Lake. I think you can see Lake Mary, but I'm not sure exactly, it's a fairly distant satellite image in real color. You can see Edison and Mono, though. Mono is a peculiar shade of green, and stands out from the rest of the visible lakes because of its color.

It is quite high resolution.
Sierra Snowfall

Saturday, November 13, 2004

Since yesterday I've had one Libby Moothart as my girlfriend for more than a year! Woo hoo!

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Man, Half-Life 2 is coming out in a few days, and Halo 2 JUST came out. If I had an infinite supply of money and time, I would have some fun. As it is, I won't probably play either of these games, as I have no X-Box, and my computer's about half the necessary requirements (actually, maybe less than half...) for Half-Life 2. This is probably a good thing.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

This is an interesting idea. A blog called Belmont Club is compiling up to date commentary specifically (at the moment anyway) on the battle going on in Falluja. From the title, it appears their plan is to produce instantaneous contemporary history, and make it available outside of the main-stream media. While intriguing, I don't think it's a very good way to do contemporary history. All the same, the social function of another route around CNN, CBS, etc. is fascinating.

Blogspot, in hosting free blogs that allow freedom of use in a way Xanga doesn't, or any other place, really, is playing a big role in the blogging movement. I wonder if they're proud of it. I think perhaps they should be, although blogs I think are somewhat limited in their reliability.
This blog has gotten more and more political of late. For this perhaps I owe some regret, for it is somewhat time consuming and more than a bit out of my area of expertise.

That said, here, have some more politics:

Jonah Goldberg writes an article that I think does a good job of exposing some funny tendencies of the Left.

I liked these bits the best:


"There's no time here to dismantle fully the edifice of condescension and ignorance constructed by Maher and Smiley (I put Dowd in a different category). But what offends them so much about religion is that it is a source of authority outside — and prior to — politics. What has offended the Left since Marx, and American liberalism since Dewey, is the notion that moral authority should be derived from anyplace other than the state or "the people" (conveniently defined as citizens who vote liberal). Voting on values not sanctified by secular priests is how they define "ignorance." This was the real goal of Hillary Clinton's "politics of meaning" — to replace traditional religion with a secular one that derived its authority not from ancient texts and "superstitions" but from the good intentions of an activist state and its anointed priests. Shortly before the election, Howell Raines fretted that the worst outcome of a Bush victory would be the resurgence of "theologically based cultural norms" — without even acknowledging the fact that "theologically based cultural norms" gave us everything from the printing press and the newspaper to the First Amendment he claims to be such a defender of.

"What Maher, Raines, and Smiley fail to grasp is that all morality is based upon transcendence — or it is merely based on utilitarianism of one kind or another, and therefore it is not morality so much as, at best, an enlightened expediency or will-to-power. It is no more rational to vote based on a desire to do "good" than it is to vote based on a desire to do God's will. Indeed, for millions of people this is a distinction without a difference — as it was for so many of the abolitionists progressives and civil-rights leaders today's liberals love to invoke but never actually learn about."


I think this is a really critical point to make between liberals and conservatives. Although liberals would have you believe that they are the voice of progress and we the voice of stubborn foolishness, both groups acutally exist within the same categories, the liberals are positing ideas that have true or false values, and living by them, just like conservatives. The argument has to be about whether or not these ideas are true. "Voting on values not sanctified by secular priests is how they define "ignorance." This was the real goal of Hillary Clinton's "politics of meaning" — to replace traditional religion with a secular one that derived its authority not from ancient texts and "superstitions" but from the good intentions of an activist state and its anointed priests." The ideas Goldberg presents here are what I spoke of earlier in this blog when I said a vote for Kerry would be a vote for French Revolution style democracy. Their revolution scraped vainly at the Godhead, endeavouring to pull even Him down from his throne. They placed the god of reason in Notre Dame. To them, rights were given by the state, and thus the Terror was not unthinkable. People died because of beliefs like this. Beware of them.

Oh yeah, and I wrote a post earlier today that made this same point, but deleted it, because I felt it might not have shown sufficeint charity to those with whom I disagree. But here's the same idea from someone else: "I think the great irony of this election is that for all the talk of how the bigoted Right won, the Left's loss has sparked far more bigotry. Their clever trick is to defend their hatred of the religious by calling it a hatred of bigotry itself — a rationalization no liberal would tolerate from any other kind of bigot." It's true. There is more hate in Michael Moore for George Bush than for Osama Bin Laden. As Christians, our transcendent moral code dictates we must love even our enemies, and as hard as that is, I hope we can live by it.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Wisconsin school's allow the teaching of creation

Strong responses by evolutionists as indicated in this manner is a sign of fear of new ideas (or old ideas re-appearing). How funny that groups so keen on "intellectual freedom" really have no interest in intellectual freedom at all.

They are afraid of losing their hold on our culture.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

I think this is the authentic teaser for the last of the prequels. Anyway, it's worth a peep, anyway. Looks gritty and dark, and they've gotten James Earl Jones again for Vader. Maybe. Obviously, a lot of the quotes are from the other movies.

The Trailer
Some neat pictures of a volcano erupting in Ireland courtesty Bubbs and my sister-in-law. They may be viewed here.

You can also get real color satellite imagery here. The earth observatory website is one of my favorites, it has some really beautiful images of earth, in very high resolutions.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

From msnbc: In the end, Ohio was the fulcrum, and exit polling data suggested that it was older voters and white evangelical Christians who clinched the deal for Bush. The president won 56 percent of the vote among voters ages 60 and older, and he took three-quarters of white evangelical voters, who made up 25 percent of the state’s electorate.

Evangelicals won the election for Bush, as Dr. Reynolds has been saying, the conservatives of America are the majority of this country. It just took some muscle flex, and Bush has been re-elected.

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

A comment by Dr. Rood, a very bright professor of mine here at Biola, got me thinking about the mission of America. Often, people like John Kerry, dilute the traditional goal of the United States by removing from it a universal grounding. In other words, my country can't be the best country in the world, because there are so many countries, and there's no absolute basis upon which to base a claim for supremacy.

Here's the deal though, America IS the best country in the world: and to be an American entails a belief in this, at some level or another. This is because, America's a creed of sorts, as G.K. Chesterton points out. To be an American means to think that this grand experiment of democracy has the ability to be successful. And the reason it will be successful seems to stem from its basis in the nature of man and the universe.

To base something as an accurate representation of the natural order of things is only possible when the order is knowable, obviously. So, Kerry is a bad choice, and I hope that he's not elected today, because Mr. Global Test doesn't seem to believe in the efficacy of Reason.
I voted today, doing what little I could in this gigantic republic. It is in God's hands whatever the result will be.

Monday, November 01, 2004

American Pie is here expounded with helpful annotation.

Curious.