Sunday, December 28, 2008

Reflection

Heard a song at Church today that I found meaningful. I read its words in light of my many failures and disappointments of the past 4 years, the grief and regret caused by their memory, the fear I feel towards the coming year and an imminent graduation.

Be Still, My Soul

Be still, my soul:
the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently
the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God
to order and provide;
In every change,
He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul:
thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways
leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul:
thy God doth undertake
To guide the future,
as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence
let nothing shake;
All now mysterious
shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul:
the waves and winds
still know His voice
Who ruled them
while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul:
when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened
in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know
His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe
thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul:
thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness
all He takes away.

Be still, my soul:
the hour is hastening on
When we shall be
forever with the Lord.
When disappointment,
grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot,
love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul:
when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed
we shall meet at last.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

angry

Max Weber's Ancient Judaism is the worst piece of writing I have read this entire year. Yet, in order to write a short, three page paper, I am not only forced to read it, but to squeeze the text for meaning. His rationalization of the bizarre stories found in the Jewish Bible are elaborate rereadings based out of psychology, sociology, and economics. Such rereadings might be interesting if his rereadings weren't so hard to stomach, challenging the mythic-bizarreness of the original texts with a new plain, naturalistic-bizarreness. His 'scientific' writing is about as believable as Sigmund Freud's.

I am convinced Max suffered from intellectual insecurity when he wrote this text; that, or he was a pompous asshole. Ancient Judaism is an extremely reader-unfriendly text. Perhaps it is the translation. I hope it is the translation. But, most likely, it is not. For one, Max feels the need to accompany every point he makes about Jewish society with three clarifying points taken from other societies, namely those of India and other Asiatic countries, which might be ok if his examples weren't incredibly obscure such that only a scholar would get them (!!!) WTF. I might understand if he was Indian or Chinese, BUT he was a freaking German.
THE END
back to my papers....
so many...
so behind...
help.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Welcome Sabbath, Yelodim, and Jack and Jill

The following were taken from Mother Goose's Rhymes for Jewish Children (1945, 61 pgs)

Welcome Sabbath

I will dress up in my best,
For Sabbath comes just like a guest;
I will see the candels shine,
And will say the prayer for wine.
Welcome, Sabbath, welcome guest!
Welcome, Sabbath, day of rest!

--
Yelodim

This little Yeled said,
"I went to school."
This little Yeled said,
"I went to Shool."
This little Yeled said,
"I saw a Menorah."
This little Yeled said,
"I saw a Torah."
And this little Yeled said,
"Sholom, my dear Morah."

--
Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To borrow some Charoses.
Jack fell down
And broke his crown,
So Jill drank his four Kosos.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Time

When the future and the present become indistinct, the past offers no refuge except that of a mirage (a rainbow).

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Dilema

Todays leading philosophers recently posed a question likely to haunt generations for years to come, "Is Nintendo's Smash Brothers a complete and absolute waste of time and energy?" I for one believe there is no straightforward answer to such an inquiry . If all prejudices are put aside and only facts are considered, substantive conclusions are reduced to blind guesses. Our best hope for an answer lies in future research and analysis. Until then we can only wait expectantly.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Reminder

"These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me..." - A dangerous condition that I too often relapse into.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Thoughts on Faith (I think. I might have strayed a little from my thesis)

Christian Faith* , in the simplest sense of the word – i.e. faith that God is who He says He is, and that His promises, as given by and through Christ, are true - is repulsive. One cannot get around it. To do so would be dishonest. It is not then surprising that Jesus repeatedly tells his disciples that they, as he is and was, will be hated and rejected. Christians will always be the “fragrance” of Christ, but, as the Christian New Testament itself affirms, their fragrance – Christ’s fragrance – will be to many the fragrance of death.

But how is this so? How can the ‘odor’ be the smell of life to some and death to others? And why is the smell more often offensive than not?

The Christian New Testament gives us an explanation by using light imagery. Christ, “the light of the world”, came into the world. Previously, according to orthodox Christian teaching, man lived in darkness, lacking direct access to God and following the longings of his black heart. Now, since Light has shown upon man, and since light and dark can not coexist, one of two reactions must occur. Man is left with the choice of being destroyed, of having Christ shine down upon him, or he can flee, hoping to preserve his life, further into darkness.

Yet even for those who let Christ shine upon them, Christianity is at times offensive. In fact, I might go so far to suggest that anyone who has had contact with Christianity, both those who accept and reject it, have it one time or another been offended by it. The reason: it offends the ­self and insults our basic instincts, intuition, knowledge and wisdom.

Why is the self offended? My life experience, what little it may be, suggests to me that the self - man’s innermost parts containing his drives, desires and unconscious thoughts – hides itself from man. Because of this man is not only unaware of himself, but also can never become completely aware of himself. Is it any wonder that we only gain self-insight, often painful, through interactions with others? The other gives us access to ourselves. He or she is a verbal and physical mirror, reflecting and reacting to what we say and do. While others can help us to know our selves better, to hope to know our self completely is an impossibility.

Man has been search of his self throughout history. Countless theories and explanations have emerged but none has gained hegemony. The ancient Greek inscription, γνῶθι σεαυτόν (know thyself), haunts us. Once a challenge, it is now a cruel mockery of our many unsuccessful attempts. Religion failed to provide man with a satisfactory answer, so he turned to philosophy. Philosophy proved equally mute, so he turned to science which led to the eventual emergence of psychology. Psychology’s theories explaining the self are numerous and perhaps the most robust attempts at doing so. But, once again, psychology has proved not to offer man one, dominant explanation of the self, but a plurality of competing models that one can easily drown in.

One of the earliest branches of modern psychology was Freudian psychoanalysis. Coincidently, one of Freud’s main ideas was that part of man is hidden from himself by himself. In early Freudian texts, Freud proposes a model of the mind divided into three parts, the conscious, pre-conscious and the unconscious (the ‘first’ topological model which was later replaced by the id, ego and super-ego model). In this model, the conscious mind is a small portion of the brain which holds only our immediate mental life – perceptions, ideas, emotions, wishes, desires and memories. The pre-conscious mind holds all that is still easily accessed by the conscious mind, and the unconscious mind holds all that is purposely and instinctively withheld from the conscious mind. This ‘repressed’ metal life holds everything that it believes to be harmful to the individual – inappropriate desires, painful memories and emotions, harmful ideas, etc. While I do not personally agree with many of the premises of psychoanalysis, this one I find interesting and useful for this discussion.

Now, what does Christianity tell us? It says that we are sinners and that our beings are positioned in a state of rebellion towards God, both consciously and unconsciously. It tells us also that, because of this state of sin, we are condemned to death.

Thus, if Christianity is true, we see why man has failed to obtain self-knowledge. It is because such knowledge is death to the self; it is, as psychoanalysis suggested, highly dangerous and must be repressed, shoved into the dark corners of the mind, hidden from the outside world, sealed within us. We also see that, as a result of this ‘repression’, when confronted with its Truth, our deepest parts are offended. They are threatened and must die a humiliating death or fight till their last breath against the Truth that desires to root it out and destroy it.

Such a reality, if it is reality, is terrible and painful to accept. To believe it is to condemn oneself – every desire and action – as proceeding from a broken self. Such knowledge, if acquired and internalized, would lead to an infinite state of despair such that life is threatened. We would desire death because we would realize that death and destruction is the only humanly conceivable way of rectifying the situation, of cleansing our self of our self.

Christianity tells us that we are to die. It gives us what it claims is a mirror of the soul, and tells us, as the ancient Greeks did, Know Thyself. Our response, if we are able to believe the mirror is not a fun-house mirror, will be despair to the point of death. Yet, this is not the end. Immediately after, quite unbelievably, (this is the moment of offense to human intuition) Christ tells us that if we let our self be ‘crucified’ (our inner self, not our physical body), then we shall be raised up again in a new self. This additional statement appears absurd. By human logic, in light of what Christianity tells us, we deserve to die and it would be unfair for us to escape our punishment. Is it not better to heroically accept our judgment and let God strike us down? No, God demands the last scrap of our human dignity. It tells us that we must lay ourselves down at Christ’s feet in faith. We must believe that death is better than our current lives, that through death we find new life, and that our instincts and intuitions (including our highly valued logic), our knowledge and wisdom (however ancient and respected) are wrong. This is, in fact, to terrible for all of us – both the believer and the unbeliever – and what makes the Christian Faith, and those who swear by it, so easy to despise and hate.

*It is unfortunate that I must begin my essay with such a problematic term. Although, perhaps foolishly, I attempt to define Christian faith in the ‘simplest sense of the word’, my definition may very well be problematic for many. Faith, a topic discussed and debated for centuries, is by no means easy to define. Ironically, this does not exclude from it being something simple - something the most foolish man or women could grasp and practice.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Update (long overdue)

Today, I realize that I only write when I'm procrastinating, emotionally traumatized or impassioned about one thing or another. So now that I'm writing, the question is, why. Which I am experiencing at this very moment?? Actually, the truth is, right now, none. Deciding that this is not a healthy way to go about writing, this post is in defiance of my usual habit. If I had to explain the origins of this blogpost, by 'had' I mean if there was a gun to my head , I would probably attribute it to the presence of emotional trauma.

Three days ago I arrived in Buenos Aires. Three days ago I realized I should not be in Buenos Aires. There are, coincidentally, three reasons for the later realization.
First, linguistically. Basic rule: In order to live and work in another country, you should be rather comfortable with the native language. Personal violation of basic rule: My spanish is, at best, a bucket with holes leaking out the meaning of everything I try to communicate.
Second, professionally. Basic rule: In order to help out with a Research project, you need to bring some experience and knowledge to the table. Personal violation of basic rule: My pre-research consisted, more or less, of a few days reading in the library.
Third, Stadtkenntnis [city knowledge; my own german neologism]. Basic rule: When traveling to a new city in a foreign country, make sure you know something about or someone in the city. Personal violation of basic rule: Buenos Aires is a city I know nothing about.

[end insight in to current situation here]

Nevertheless, I hope. I worked out a simple proof that trumps all the above reasons:

Simple proof: I am here. Therefore, at follows that I can't be anywhere else. Conclusion: If, we accept the proposition that God wills all things, and that His will is unchangeable and good, then, I must and should be here!

[the above is meant to be neither ironic or completely earnest]

God is good. He is, like always, providing, teaching, training, and rebuking.
I am, once again, reduced to living day by day.

Friday, I began work. My project is a dream-project. If I graduate, an important question by itself, and got a similar job with pay, delight would follow . Currently, there's only one problem preventing me from being in a constant state of bliss: My spanish sucks.
Why is the problematic? Here's one reason: my co-workers speak only spanish. Qualification: they speak only tornado spanish. Translation: they speak the fastest spanish I have ever, in my ganzes leben, heard. Other than that, it's not a problem. (Side note: O well, I did pray for my spanish and german to improve significantly this summer. Here's a perfect opportunity.)

In other news:

Germany.
yes! great trip. I should have blogged about it. But, I didn't. SO, by proof once again, I shouldn't have blogged about it: I didn't blog about it. Therefore, it follows, if we accept as a proposition God's unchangeable and good will, that I couldn't and shouldn't have blogged about it.

Highpoint: Unsure. The whole trip: a beautiful erlebnis [experience].
New friends = plus one; Visiting E. for the first time = plus one; Improving my german = plus one; etc.....plus count = ~200

Last night I watched Winter's Light by Ingmar Bergman - a provoking film to say the least. Overtly religious in theme, this film, along with a few of his others, is unique among films in that it centers on the exploration of explicit theological questions and is successful. Polyphonic in treatment of it's question- thanks to Tsheko for this useful word- it refuses to champion a single vision of reality. but, rather, allows its questions to be addressed by a plurality of effective voices. While watching the film, I jotted down some notes which I was going to include at the end of this post. I now realize that they require a bit of expansion to make them post-worthy and it seems like to much work. Perhaps later.

One thought: Christ on the cross is disgusting. He is a truly terrible sight; Foolishness and idiocracy embodied. An offense to human reason and thought. He does not hang is a hero, but a criminal. He does not occupy a condescending place above us, but a despicable place next to us. He is dying with humanity. He takes on our sin. At that moment he is no longer separate from us. He becomes sin: repulsive and dreadful. And dies.
Here is our comfort and hope.

Scripture on the same idea:
"For since, in the wisdom of God, the world did not know God through wisdom, it pleased God through the folly of what we preach to save those who believe.... But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human being might boast in the presence of God" I Corinthians

Ok. that's all for now. Best. love. peace. joy.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Bent Spoon

Today, I ate sorbet at bent spoon. I ordered a small with a scoop of Dark Chocolate and Grapefruit; the first spoonful produced a surprising oral sensation - strong sourness combined with a dark sweetness. Upon finishing my sorbet I realized that the identical sensation experienced by my taste buds had been experienced by my eyes while watching this film. Enjoy.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Desire



I came across this particularly interesting song last christmas and have decided to share it. My hypothesis: this song contains within it the mystical power to induce the feeling of Saudade: a portugese word for the nostalgic longing for a lost loved object. (Latent within it is a repressed knowledge or belief that the missed object is lost forever; the present is rejected in favor of a distant past or an empty future)


Let us be wary: we must be cognizant of music's power to conjure up the strongest of emotions.

Enjoy!

In other news: The Library of Congress posted a catalog of Hitler's private collection of art. It is, surprisngly, boring.
http://memory.loc.gov/phpdata/pageturner.php?type=&agg=ppmsca&item=18496&turnType=byImage&seq=1

Sunday, March 30, 2008

And His Kingdom Will Have no End

I learned in Mass today that the Easter season is a 50 day period of celebration, which stands in striking contrast to my past celebrations of it. Before I experienced it as the day of the Risen Lord; now, I realize that this is only the beginning--a quite surprising and awesome beginning--and that the days that follow are worthy of contemplation as well [days leading up to Pentecost]. These are the days where Christ began the great work of building his kingdom and church on the earth through the apostles, a period leading up to the great outpouring of God's power as he gives the Holy Spirit to the disciples and those who recieve the message of the Gospel.

Today at work I heard a funny story about Sergei Rachmaninoff, the famous Russian composer, from my boss. He said he had heard it from an old women when he had been younger. I will do my best to relate the second second hand story of the old women's story:

Apparently when she was a young girl/women, she went to Russia to hear Rachmaninoff perform. During the performance of one his more well known pieces, in the middle of playing it, he lost his way. Instead of stopping, he continued to play, improvising for a number of minutes until he found his way back into the piece, and, from there, played it to completion. Upon finishing, he slammed his hands down on the keyboard, threw back his head, and let out a laugh. Being a man known for his struggles with melancohia and depression, such an action was quite striking. A number of music students who knew his music well were sitting in the front row. Immediatly after he finished, fully aware of what had just happened, they all stood up and applauded furiously.
the end

I'm not sure why I found this story so interesting; regardless, I decided to write it down rather then forget it. I hope the magic contained within the verbal telling is contained in my transcription of it.

Fragments

I've written 4 or 5 posts that, upon completion of each, for some reason or another, I am not able to publish. Ah. sigh.



anyway,

I am learning that laziness or idleness, at least inasmuch as I experience it, is the breeding ground for many terrible practices and ideas.



here's a quote that I had made the mistake of commenting on in one of the aforementeioned invisible posts:

We can not find the Cross of Jesus if we shrink from going to the place where it is to be found, namely, the public death of the sinner. And we refuse to bear the Cross when we are ashamed to take upon ourselves the shameful death of the sinner in confession.

-Dietrich Bonhoeffer

I found it very profound. If I had included my commentary, it would become less so, perhaps even trite.

Also, A good friend shared a quote taken from a foreign seminary students paper that he had been proofreading, which I found to be quite amusing:

God brought salivation to the world through Jesus Christ

I am once again struck by the ease by which the sacred is turned into the sacrilegious [the profound into the profane]. Perhaps the line is thinner then we think, one might even question its existence all together.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

The Desert

It is at the time we grasp our cross and bend down to lift and carry it that the devil comes and proclaims, "Behold, the kingdoms of the world and their wealth; bow down to me and you may taste their riches".

Friday, January 4, 2008

The Dialectic of Wealth

live extravangantly,

die poor.

(jk)

live poor,

die extravangantly.

(jk)

age well,

die in peace.