Deser(e)t Loon

Quillcast: a good New Year's Sunday

2012-01-02T09:11:00.003-07:00

Typecast: still waiting for

2011-10-06T09:31:00.002-06:00

Typecast: for shame!

2011-08-31T09:02:00.002-06:00

This post was written in some haste.

Here's the op-ed.

Re-engineering my tambourine

2011-08-10T17:29:00.014-06:00

For the past 11 years or so I’ve been interested in frame drums. It started with my Brazilian friend in college who played the pandeiro and was kick-started by my discovery of the 1990s Nordic folk revival. In 2001 I bought first one, then two basic frame drums and have been doum-takking with them on and off ever since.

(Trying to be Glen Velez in 2001)

The more I look, the more richness there is to potentially explore in this deceptively simple instrument: variations in dimension, tuning, jingles, and playing techniques. In particular, I have wished to imitate Björn Tollin’s adaptation of kanjira techniques to his tambourine, which started a whole new style in Sweden. I already had a little tambourine but its head was broken, so I bought a cheap tunable one in an import store about six years ago and started experimenting with it.

I’ve been making some progress, but the jingles were too bright. Traditional riqs, tamburelli/tammorre, pandeiros and panderetas all have drier sounding jingles than the conventional tambourine that you’re most likely to find for cheap prices in import shops. It finally occurred to me that I could try to take out the jingles and re-shape them instead of waiting for the day when I had the disposable income to buy a “real” pandeiro.

It was surprisingly easy, with the help of a few pairs of pliers.

Removing the jingles with wire cutting pliers.

Re-shaping them with pliers.

The re-shaped jingles replaced (I only put in four pairs).

I added some little Chinese coins too, for fun.

Alliterative verse 1

2011-08-03T10:59:00.005-06:00

I like alliteration. And this past spring I started trying to write alliterative verse according to classical Old-Middle English structure (which you can read about here).

This is hard to do. My attempts so far show the typical features of beginning poetry: most of my attention goes to fitting the form, so that I'm not as free to express what I might be feeling or wanting to say. I can try to steer the point or argument of the poem in a general direction, but I'm still mostly a back-seat driver, with the form at the wheel, sometimes taking turns I didn't intend.

Still, this specimen might not stink too badly, so I'm sharing it.

Sunday letters

2011-07-25T16:19:00.003-06:00

For some time now I have been writing letters to family on Sunday evenings, and although I lapse occasionally, it has become such an enjoyable practice that I try to keep it up. I highly recommend it, especially if your local NPR station carries Hearts of Space on Sunday evenings.

Typecast: the holy baseball game

2011-07-08T09:50:00.003-06:00

I finally got an Underwood 5

2011-04-27T09:13:00.003-06:00

. . . and since I am too busy for a real post, I'll just slap a test sheet from it up here, with the usual bad quality due to Blogger's persistent problems.

I hope to post something of substance soon.

I liked medieval warriors before it was ironic

2011-04-07T13:37:00.006-06:00

Typecast: scripts and percussion

2011-03-31T14:23:00.004-06:00

Typecast: Mesa, Arizona

2011-03-29T11:13:00.004-06:00

Pencilcast: a prayer before and after road trips

2011-03-18T10:17:00.004-06:00

Typecast: not exactly synesthesia, but . . .

2011-01-26T11:47:00.003-07:00

Typecast: fun with scripts

2011-01-13T14:38:00.007-07:00

First, Reformed Gothic. Roman equivalents are below, with IPA symbols in brackets. And you can see the source for this script here.

And here, a 19-letter version of a Counterfactual Roman alphabet.

I reserve no copyrights for these. I want people to write with them.

Typecast: reading _Drummer Hoff_ to my daughter

2010-12-10T13:51:00.005-07:00

(Click here to see an image of the book cover, since blogger still won't upload pictures from URLs.)The Diana Wynne Jones quote/paraphrase is from The Homeward Bounders.

Quillcast: Chocolate

2010-10-22T11:59:00.006-06:00

Someone asked me for my drinking chocolate recipe, so I decided to write it out with a quill on spiffy paper in an anachronistick fashion. Although it is sloppy (in conception and execution) and blotted, I am putting it here to share with the world, or at least the handful of folks who might read this blog.

Usually my quill writing is neater than this. I blame my haste, which in turn led to carelessness in trimming my pen . . . and the fine Southworth paper, which, although it looks dandy, has a rough texture that a quill doesn't seem to like. It has a superficial resemblance to old-fashioned laid paper but it's not the same thing.

Oh well, anyway, here it is. As has become common with Blogger not liking my images, click to enlarge.

I reserve absolutely no copyright whatever for this.

Blackout poem

2010-10-11T16:19:00.002-06:00

I did this a few days ago as part of a workshop.

Typecast: I want to believe

2010-10-07T12:18:00.003-06:00

Typecast: kefir

2010-10-04T12:42:00.003-06:00

Typecast: Paradox Prophecies

2010-09-15T12:39:00.011-06:00

Due to Blogger not working as it should, the typed pages will have to be clicked to be read clearly. The first was typed on a Remington Quiet-Riter, the second on an Olivetti Studio 44.

You can watch the video for "Orpheus" here.

(The title of this post comes from a song by Letters on Mountains.)

Typecast: a small blessing

2010-07-22T12:50:00.002-06:00

The knife was a birthday present from my sister - thanks Sis!

Typecast: Three wishes

2010-07-12T13:12:00.002-06:00

Pencast: notebook entry from last month

2010-07-09T14:50:00.004-06:00

Typecast: more about Mormon music

2010-05-07T11:57:00.005-06:00

Linescratchers

Pencilcast: nod to Phil Ochs

2010-05-05T16:13:00.005-06:00

Anyone else care to add verses?
(See here for the original)

You're dang right I'm wishing the Flagstaff and Tucson city councils, and Phoenix's mayor (even the Phoenix Suns, and I don't even like basketball!) a feliz Cinco de Mayo.

Typecast: to the man playing accordion in the hall outside the event center after the Rush concert

2010-04-15T08:58:00.002-06:00

Typecast: lightning rods at the ready

2010-04-12T10:49:00.004-06:00

Sons of pioneers are hungry men: a sloppy typecast on a rickety machine

2010-03-30T10:06:00.003-06:00

Typecast: not hung over

2010-03-18T09:11:00.003-06:00

Twenty twelve-year-olds and a typewriter

2010-03-04T15:25:00.003-07:00

What happens when you get a bunch of twelve-year-olds around a manual typewriter? It's not quite an infinity of monkeys . . .

Something about Sundays

2010-02-16T11:10:00.004-07:00

I know I'm posting this two days late but you can always wait five more days to read it . . .

Between the iron gates of the school, the seeds of my authority problems were sown: a typed rant

2010-01-22T10:19:00.002-07:00

For those of you who catch the King Crimson reference in the title, I call your attention to the line further on:
"The fate of all mankind, I see, is in the hands of fools."

I no longer feel any personal enmity towards Mr. Contract, but I wonder how much he got paid for wasting so much time.

Typecast: nifty Mellotrons, cruel Fortune and fickle Fame

2010-01-15T10:49:00.005-07:00

Late New Year's post

2010-01-07T09:45:00.002-07:00

Pencilcast: what I wrote with an almost used up Dixon Ticonderoga

2009-11-13T09:00:00.004-07:00

Typecast: as American as . . .

2009-10-29T14:47:00.004-06:00

Typecast: by the rivers of Babylon

2009-10-21T11:22:00.002-06:00

I have to post something because this is a blog. So here's what I typed today motivated by my chronic bleeding heart liberal Psalm 137 outrage.

Typecast: Salt Lake City dreamin'

2009-10-01T10:42:00.006-06:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lazytom/ / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

Thanks to lazytom for the TRAX photo.

IMG_2021
Originally uploaded by lazytom

Typecast: Motel and Zeitel's new arrival

2009-09-17T16:13:00.003-06:00

Typecast: you can be a winner at the game of life

2009-09-11T08:35:00.005-06:00

Typecast: the best days of our lives

2009-09-09T09:32:00.003-06:00

Of course, thinking about shorter chunks of time than a year, I have to say I'm enjoying my life quite a bit right now. When my daughter was six months old I thought: "these last three months have been a lot of fun." So far, the fun time has just kept stretching out as she keeps growing. This last summer had some high points -- like most of July -- and some other times when a good family life was a balance against other things being dismal.

Quillcast: "politics"

2009-08-25T09:50:00.004-06:00

Last night I carved myself a new quill pen, using the small blade of my new Swiss Army Knife. The result is rather satisfactory. I tested it by writing a short, rather pessimistic rumination on workplace "politics," after reflecting on the many instances thereof that I've witnessed in my few working years.

Pencast: Dungeon Days Revisited

2009-08-19T11:27:00.000-06:00

As I wrote in a previous post, I used to be heavily into fantasy role-playing games, or I used to want to be heavily into them. I spent a lot of time making up characters who never saw any action and wishing I could stay away from home -- or awake -- longer on the occasions that I actually did get to play with others.

Recently I've been thinking more about this pastime from my youth. I rediscovered this brilliant 1990s comedy sketch the other day, and I've been looking through some of the few old rule books that I've kept. Recently my wife and I were shopping at the local used bookstore and picked up Wizards of the Coast's Wheel of Time RPG. Maybe I just don't like to face the fact that I'm twice as old as I was when I started playing this stuff, but I've found myself wishing again for a group of like-minded nerds to trot out my new character ideas with.

Amongst all of my old gaming stuff I found a comic strip I drew on notebook paper while I was in high school. I think I must have been 16, maybe 17 when I drew it. I meant to draw more but never got around to it. (There were other comic strips that I started and then abandoned as well. Some of them had potential but my drawing technique, such as it was, has decayed over time.)

So without further ado, here it is.

Typecast: back in the saddle

2009-08-18T11:45:00.001-06:00

Typecast: (please hold)

2009-08-07T15:19:00.001-06:00

This blog is not defunct

2009-07-18T14:09:00.000-06:00

I languish without a typewriter, summer advances closer to its end.
In a home far from my own I have bent metal and sanded wood, and painted a wall.
I have chatted with teenagers about pop music and conversed with a Bulgarian in Spanish over medieval manuscripts.
Trying to maintain my faith in the rightness of the difficult and fragile,
my conviction of the wrongness of arbitrary power.
Some days it's easier than others.
The Snake River is treacherous but its valley is wide and welcoming,
gorgeous in its bounty after a wet spring.
The raspberries are on, and people sell Utah cherries and apricots by the roadside.
But living here permanently seems impossible for the forseeable future.
My soul cannot survive long, I fear, without a garden of my own.

Typecast: the "fish" metaphor smells funny

2009-05-04T16:10:00.001-06:00

Laggard typecast: 25 things

2009-03-12T14:26:00.000-06:00

So, after the "25 things about me" sensation has swept the nation, I finally wrote one up.

Typecast: jazz

2009-02-18T13:13:00.001-07:00

Typecast: Wilfred Owen

2009-02-13T11:30:00.000-07:00

SONNET

On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action

Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm,
Great Gun towering towards Heaven, about to curse;
Sway steep against them, and for years rehearse
Huge imprecations like a blasting charm!
Reach at that Arrogance which needs thy harm,
And beat it down before its sins grow worse.
Spend our resentment, cannon, -- yea, disburse
Our gold in shapes of flame, our breaths in storm.

Yet, for men's sakes whom thy vast malison
Must wither innocent of enmity,
Be not withdrawn, dark arm, thy spoilure done,
Safe to the bosom of our prosperity.
But when thy spell be cast complete and whole,
May God curse thee, and cut thee from our soul!

You can read more Wilfred Owen poetry here.

Typecast: Sunday memory (typed Saturday)

2009-02-02T12:00:00.001-07:00

Typecast: filler post

2009-01-30T14:32:00.001-07:00

Typecast: a hasty sort of Peter Pan proclamation

2009-01-22T14:16:00.002-07:00

Typecast: new year's reflections of a former rock star

2009-01-12T12:44:00.000-07:00

A video of our little girl

2009-01-05T12:00:00.000-07:00

I'll get a nice typecast going in a few days, but for now:

Holiday break

2008-12-16T14:13:00.000-07:00

Sorry, no typecast today. But, as an early and unexpected Christmas present I did get a beautiful circa 1957 Remington Quiet-Riter which I expect will furnish plenty of content to this blog in the future. I'll introduce that machine when I come back from my holiday vacation in mid January.

I wish anyone who reads this a merry Christmas, happy new year, and a joyous holiday season in any event or way that they choose to celebrate. I'll be back in 2009.

Typecast: thoughts as December gets underway

2008-12-08T16:41:00.000-07:00

Typecast: baby takes a road trip

2008-10-23T10:11:00.000-06:00

Typecast: saying "no"

2008-10-13T15:12:00.000-06:00

Presenting . . .

2008-10-06T14:40:00.001-06:00

Our daughter was born on September 24, a beautiful baby girl. See the photos if you don't believe me.

For months I had been hearing people tell me: your life is about to change, your old life is about to end, and so on. And I listened and thought: yeah, yeah, I know.

I didn't have a clue.

I have never been more elated or more frightened. I have never felt more grown-up in my life. The closest thing I can think of to this experience is when I entered a very rigorous 2-year program of volunteer missionary service 12 years ago and overnight my life changed completely. But while that may bear some resemblance, it really doesn't come close in the degree of intensity. The nature of my parenting tasks will change in 2-3 years as my daughter becomes potty trained and learns to talk, but she'll be my responsibility for the rest of my life. She's so cute and beautiful that I agree to it without hesitation.

Not yet 12 days have passed since her birth and I already feel like I have been through a grueling initiation into a really cool, really exclusive secret club. If my eyelids droop from lack of sleep, I still can hold my head up and say, like Ed Fitzgerald scratched on a highway railing outside of Barstow: "today I am a man." I've done something even harder than hitch-hike across the country during the Great Depression.

It's odd being back at work now, doing what I did before and yet knowing that my life is completely different.

And yes, after cleaning up after dogs, changing baby diapers is a cinch.

(See my Flickr photos for more views of her cuteness)

Typecast: This Is It!

2008-09-23T12:10:00.001-06:00

Typecast: se puede

2008-09-16T09:48:00.000-06:00

Typecast: on sampling

2008-09-10T11:00:00.001-06:00

Typecast: aging

2008-09-04T15:16:00.000-06:00

Typecast: small and simple things

2008-08-26T14:25:00.001-06:00

Typecast: games

2008-08-18T13:43:00.000-06:00

Summer's half done

2008-07-09T19:40:00.000-06:00

I only have 20-something working days left this summer until I can get back to my real job. Back to life as I knew it. This whole summer has seemed like a sort of limbo, a different life, a life in exile.

I have written things in my notebook that I thought might make good blog posts until I kept writing. I have not used my typewriters as much as I have wanted. Other typecasters have attested to the addictiveness of typewriters. It amazes me that after almost 9 years of fairly regular (sometimes) journal-keeping and freewriting I still have to work to allow myself to take the risks of actually getting things onto paper whether I have thought them through or not. While I'm at work, unable to write anything down, my head swarms with ideas. Sometimes I'll jot something down in order to try to remind myself to write about it later. Later meaning not only when I'm not at work but when I'll be able to express whatever idea it is brilliantly and effortlessly.

I still have to remind myself of the work and discipline that go into writing.

I expect and hope that when this summer exile is over that I'll be so starved for my usual work that I'll be amazingly productive. But I'll have to make sure to allow myself time to write too, and I hope that the hunger for that will also drive me to that fearless risk-taking and demanding discipline.

Temping, continued

2008-06-10T19:21:00.000-06:00

I'm writing this post from a public computer - I don't know when I'll be able to do another typecast.

I got a different temp assignment. This one has me working from Tuesday thru Saturday and thinking fondly of stocking shelves. Yes, that's right. The reason I am thinking fondly of my previous assignment is that this one involves cleaning out dog cages which contain sometimes staggering amounts of feces. Dogsh*t (I'm compromising - trying to keep the blog G-rated, but I can think of no better word for the stuff I encounter daily in those cages) is one of the most noxious substances on the planet: wickedly stinky and often amazingly sticky as well, needing vigorous scrubbing to undo the chemical bonds it forms with the floor.

I've stuck with this job because it's steady work through the summer, and sometimes I get to clean rabbit and cat cages, and I actually have fun with that. I enjoy the dogs sometimes, when I don't have to deal with their by-products.

I still feel that satisfaction of seeing a good cleaning job that I've done. And I get to listen to my walkman. I also think of my wife and soon-to-be-born daughter while I'm working there, and all that helps greatly. If not for these things I wouldn't have lasted two days there.

Temping

2008-05-23T14:45:00.000-06:00

I got another typewriter. It needs a new ribbon. It also tends to cut through the heaviest paper I can find.

Back - and leaving again

2008-05-13T09:58:00.000-06:00

Leave of absence

2008-05-06T16:37:00.000-06:00

A debt of grace to a writing instructor

2008-05-02T09:25:00.000-06:00

Typecast: nativism's disguises

2008-04-29T12:13:00.001-06:00

A rather rough draft - this is why I usually spend a lot of time editing anything political I write.

Typecast: thoughts on the old (& new) west

2008-04-24T11:35:00.000-06:00

Typecast: month-old writing

2008-04-22T10:22:00.001-06:00

Some typewritten thoughts on being white and liberal

2008-03-14T14:30:00.000-06:00

I've decided to try to type some of my blog posts on a manual typewriter. By doing this I'm diminishing the quality of my posts but I want to get better at thinking things through before I write them. I usually polish something quite a bit before posting it on here and I wonder how many other bloggers do the same, or how many just type and post without editing. I'd like to be able to express myself at least passably in a first draft, thus the typewriter.

Besides, it's fun. Although my ineptitude with putting images on this blog is sure to show.

In relation to the typed post below, here's an interesting poem.

Thoughts on beauty

2008-03-06T12:51:00.000-07:00

I have long wondered how many wonderful and beautiful young women there must be in the Church who are overlooked by young men because the young men are following the mainstream definition of beauty. If I have daughters, I will probably have to deal with the effects of this first-hand.

Even if young men in the Church scrupulously avoid staring at pictures of scantily-clad or suggestively-posed women, they may still be swayed by the ideology of only one possible ideal of perfection (most likely: as thin as possible, and then some) which requires countless women to torture themselves in attempts to conform.

I was seriously disturbed when I read a stammering attempt by the popular LDS author John Bytheway to answer a question of whether it was ok to make physical appearance an important factor in choosing a wife. I would like to have seen one in his position break through the assumptions behind such a question, as I assumed they must be. If it were a truly honest question of “are my tastes legitimate?” with certifiably no ties to any taste one way or the other, it would be enough to answer “sure” in an ideal situation, since with the variety of people in this world there ought to naturally be enough of a variety of tastes to find everyone an appreciative partner.

But this world is not in an ideal condition, particularly the industrialized part of it. And as things are, I suspected that behind the question lay an unspoken: “please justify me in insisting that my wife be skinny like I have been taught a woman must be to be beautiful, that she conform to the standard I have absorbed and accepted unquestioningly from the sources around me, and that she keep herself that way so that I don’t have to work on loving a woman who fails to please (or arouse) me by her appearance.” As I recall, John did at least address the second half of that question: be married long enough and you’ll eventually see your spouse looking disheveled or saggy - get over it. But the first part of the question is what I have, Alma-like, desired to shatter. Oh that I could shatter it with a voice to shake the earth.

I wish for kinder, less authoritarian understandings of beauty and sexuality, although I do have my own ideas of what is beautiful that could become potentially just as authoritarian if they had the backing that the current standard does. This is hard for me to admit, convinced as I am of the superiority of my ideas. But I wish for more gentleness towards and acknowledgment of the body, less shame and more honor, less rigor and more comfort.

Blah blah blog

2007-12-13T09:22:00.000-07:00

I haven't posted to this blog in 2 months.

I don't know how many people have read this blog, since I haven't taken the time to figure out how to install one of those counter things. But I doubt there's much traffic, since I don't have the time to post frequently. I wonder how people can find the time to post to blogs every day and comment on other people's blogs - is it because I don't have internet access at home?

Anyway, I'm just making it official that this blog is dormant. And furthermore I'm taking down the "Book of Mormon and Politics" posts because I want to compile them and publish them on paper. I can solicit comments and criticism of them over other channels than flinging them blindly out into cyberspace.

More church-state madness

2007-10-08T10:08:00.000-06:00

Recently there's been a flurry of public discussion centered around the bogus idea that the USA was supposed to be a "Christian nation". The secular humanists at Talk to Action have put up a number of stories about it which I'll link here:

Michael Medved Yearns for the Good Old Days of 1817 (or better yet, 1620)
Rush Limbaugh's Historical Ignorance
United States Treaties with the Barbary States pt.1 pt.2 pt.3
Is America a Christian Nation?

Oh, how I wish more people would make the distinction between the necessity of religion for a healthy society or the desirability of a religious or even Christian society; and an explicitly "Christian" government.

Some thoughts on work and the family

2007-10-01T14:35:00.000-06:00

At a recent stake conference there was a lot of emphasis in the talks on the value of education and other things that got me reflecting again on the culture of privacy and sentimental domesticity that so many North American members of the Church adhere to.

Like anything, there are truths behind this ethos. Reading Stephanie Coontz’s The Way We Never Were and then Laurence Stone’s The Family, Sex and Marriage in England, 1500-1800 I still had nagging doubts: well, don’t people like to live in nuclear families when they can? This is what Ferdinand Mount argued in his book The Subversive Family: An Alternate History of Love and Marriage. I don’t remember seeing in any of these books any consideration of the scripture in Genesis that says a man will leave his parents – it seems to me that is probably the strongest scriptural support for the concept of the nuclear family unit.

I have become very dissatisfied and suspicious of any tendency to cast nuclear and extended families as opposing units. Talk of the nuclear family as a historical anomaly or artificial creation seems simplistic unless one makes clear that they are talking about an isolated or privatized ideal of the nuclear family, set up as a self-contained unit independent from its extensions, which I would agree is artificial and I believe carries the seeds of the disintegration of even that nuclear unit.

To say that the Industrial Revolution eroded or broke apart extended families strikes me as largely correct – and in fact I believe it began the breakdown of the nuclear family as well. To say that it created the nuclear family I think is a gross misunderstanding of how those who benefited from industry jealously guarded their nuclear families and began making a bigger fuss about them, in order to protect them from the family-destroying forces they were unleashing on the world.

Of course the losers in the new industrial system tried hard to keep their families together too, as Mount shows, and naturally the nuclear unit would have been easier to maintain in an era of footloose-ness than extended relations, especially among immigrants. But maybe the newly created industrial working classes remembered better than others that nuclear autonomy does not have to mean isolation, that nuclear and extended families do not have to be in opposition like so many have suggested.

In any case, many who wished to keep their families together and worked hard for that goal did not succeed, and were blamed. Or, families did stay together, but at the expense of accepting new ideas and standards (the cult of idle feminine domesticity, for example) that changed the family, made it less natural, or one might say, more natural in the King Benjamin sense: more selfish and insular than families had been in the context of cultures that retained more balancing wisdom?

I don’t want to be taken for a nostalgic believer in a pre-industrial golden age. But I do believe that when a culture changes suddenly – as the Anglo world did in the 18^th and 19^th centuries – then good things tend to be lost just as good things may be gained. And I believe that there were innovations in the middle-class concept of the family introduced in the Victorian period which led away from a healthy and true understanding of what families should be like. And since in the USA at least, the middle class ideal has been held up as the one all should aspire to, these perversions have taken deep root in our culture.

It is easy to interpret the Proclamation on the Family as reinforcing the Victorian middle-class ethos (maybe as easy as it is to interpret the Book of Mormon as vindicating the claims of the John Birch Society). But I have looked at the proclamation after rejecting that ethos, and found that the proclamation fits my dissident view just as well or better. I want people to be able to do that: to feel free to reject the Victorian model for the counterfeit that it is and still see the inspiration behind the proclamation. Otherwise, what is a thoughtful LDS to do but reject the proclamation in part or in whole? I don’t accept every word that comes from the General Authorities as binding doctrine (certain apostles’ opinions on politics for example), but when something is composed and presented like the proclamation was I’m inclined to give it the benefit of faith.

I think a lot of unnecessary heat is generated in many exchanges about women's "place" at work or in the home - in fact, being at home is work, and hard work at that – and I think that although much energy that went into women's liberation, etc. was misdirected (towards getting women to seek the same unjust power that a lucky few men had), it was/is vital that the Victorian middle class double-standard of womanhood be done away with and that work of all kinds be given the dignity it deserves.

What does it mean to say that the home is a refuge from the world, in a culture where common foundations to prosperity are hypocritically denied, where a myth of individualism has not only been exaggerated, but cynically manipulated to sell more stuff, to enrich powers that are not only unaccountable and authoritarian, but often unacknowledged as true powers?

What does self-reliance mean in a culture where personal convenience for individuals of one class of people is constantly pushed as the most worthy goal, and the costs of that personal convenience are pushed so far away as to be not only easy to ignore but difficult to actually find out? Industrialism has actively sought to make self-reliance impossible while at the same time creating a seductive illusion of it.

To what standard of living are men to be expected to provide for their families? Is a car a necessity? A dishwasher? A telephone? TV? Internet access? -Will dial-up do, or would a caring father insist on DSL? When a member of the First Presidency tells us not to regard yesterday’s luxuries as today’s necessities, how do we understand that? For if the purpose of getting as much education as we can is to be able to provide better, what “necessities” of the world can we really do without? How much of Thomas S. Monson’s counsel can we actually live up to, if our chosen course is to make ourselves competitive in the markets of the world? Does his advice apply only to “toys” – excesses such as boats and extra cars, or really huge houses – that are still beyond what has come to be expected?

I do not want to be impatient. But I do not see a way for me to fully live the gospel without giving up not only the “more” attitude and the world’s doctrine of progress, but also the attachment to the idea that we ought to seek to provide for our families by gaining advantages over others in a competitive, if not combative market. To accept the mindset of education = training in order to earn higher wages or salary than those poor souls who didn’t get my training: I don’t see how that can be easily separated from the ideology of progress that demands we keep up, not with some opulent Joneses across the street, but with the entire neighborhood, the entire society (or supposedly so)!

So who do I think I am, writing this as a salaried professional with a Master’s Degree? Can I diminish my hypocrisy and complicity by saying that I didn’t choose a lucrative profession, that I went into a field where nobody makes a lot of money?

Before making a labor-saving device, maybe one ought to ask the moral question of whether this is labor that should be saved, or that needs to be saved. At least we all ought to ask the practical questions: whose labor does this device save, and what is to be done in the time saved by it? Who will benefit? Will labor be saved to clear the way for more worthy pursuits for those who were overly burdened with odious drudgery, or will it be compressed to allow some to be idle while others have to perform the compressed and sped-up labor to support the idle ones?

We end up making work for ourselves – driving our cars to the gym – because maybe we’ve saved ourselves too much labor . . .

If work is a spiritual necessity and to be re-enthroned as a ruling principle in our lives, how are we to apply that in a culture that disdains manual labor and encourages us to be successful in order to support our families: in other words, to attain a comfortable height of command over others' despised but essential labor? It seems to me that as the economic system is currently set up, it is in fact very difficult for LDS families to truly live the deep gospel principles of work beyond small (symbolic?) strategies like having the kids do chores or encouraging teenagers to get jobs and do their own laundry.

Still, even such small gestures as assigning chores can help teach the reality of the economic activity that is needed to support a household, and it can teach the principle that the support of a household per se is not the province of only one family member or class of family members, but of all. To the extent that young people are given work responsibilities and expected to fulfill them – and even more, to the extent that they are persuaded that their work is needed by the family and by the household, the ideal of childhood or adolescence as holding a privilege of idleness is reduced. The ideal of idle womanhood does not seem to have survived as tenaciously: women are now expected not only to prove their virtue by earning wages – or better yet, salaries – but to keep houses clean, keep fit, and cook gourmet meals in 15 minutes while saving money.

The proclamation says: “mothers are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children.” It does not say that they are the only ones who can nurture their children, nor does it say that that is the only work they should do. One could debate semantics on both of these fronts, and I don’t feel like getting into an exposition of it longer than to point out that the statement gives minimal prescription and has a flexible application: it does not equate to a “barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen” model of motherhood. Compared with the full plate expected of modern women, might a simple responsibility for the nurture of children start to seem light?

Except that of course it isn’t. The bare physical nurturing that comes from the breast might not demand too much in the way of commitment beyond time and nutrition, but the other facets of nurturing are hard work, and if such hard work were more honestly acknowledged and sincerely honored, women might not need to feel that they had to prove their virtue by being so diligent in earning wages (or better yet, salaries) – and what would it take for men to be freed from feeling that they had to prove their worth the same way?

A rebellion against overly restrictive expectations of private nuclear family work (stay in the house all day with just you and the children) could go in different directions: a movement in favor of more communal forms of childcare and housework, for example. I suggest that unexamined selfishness did in fact play a large role in much of the rebellion against the older norms, and that much of the conservative fear of feminism, though often misdirected and exaggerated, was warranted by observing this selfishness. If the work of raising children were truly valued and understood on its own terms – and separated from the work of physically maintaining a house – might the feminism of the 1960s and 1970s have looked different? Might more women have been willing to call themselves feminists earlier?

Compared to the expectations of achievement put forth by the societies of power and privilege, might a simple orientation towards the provision and nurture of children as the primary goal for mothers and fathers be a focus of welcome simplicity after all?

The societies of power and privilege despise simplicity, and will likely tell us that simplicity of purpose leads to simplicity of mind and waste of potential. If we believe that, we will follow them, because we know in our souls that wasting our potential is an insult to God. Will we be persuaded by them, or will we listen to those who try to tell us that simplicity of purpose can actually enrich our minds and lead us to fulfill our true potential?

Thoughts on the recent BYU commencement

2007-04-27T12:51:00.000-06:00

Well, the BYU Commencement with Dick Cheney as speaker is over, and so is the Alternative Commencement which was put on by students who felt disenfranchised by the administration's invitation to VP Cheney. You can read an article about it here.

As a BYU alumn, it's been interesting to watch what little of this I could with the time I could spare. I have wondered what I would have done if I were still living within close range of Provo, and especially if I were a student (or working) at BYU now.

When I was a BYU student, I was beginning my leftward drift but only beginning. At my graduation in April 2001, Tom Lantos spoke, and I was surprised to learn that he was a Democrat. He received an honorary degree and gave a wonderful speech, and nobody seemed bothered in the slightest by his political affiliation - you might never have guessed it from his speech.

I have seen various reasons why people have protested Cheney's participation in this commencement. One thing I have read is that it seems to many people to compromise the Church's political neutrality by giving the appearance of an endorsement of the Republican Party. I have not found this to be a very satisfying argument mostly, partly because of my memories of my own commencement. The official statement ran to the effect that Cheney was invited because of his office and not his party. In principle, that's fair enough, but the fact that this particular VP was invited at this particular time does complicate the question. Still, given the Church leadership's general optimism towards the powers that be, it's not surprising that the BYU board of trustees rewarded Cheney's offer with an invitation.

It's hard to see sometimes through the fog of the political opinions of common members of the Church, and I can see how, again, this particular VP being invited at this particular time may look to some like flirting too closely with the appearance of political endorsement - I still haven't heard anyone try to explain how one member of BYU's board of trustees being a Democrat fits into this view though.

One might suggest that in order to avoid such troubles, no political officers should speak at commencements - would that be too austere? My sister got to hear Neil Postman at her commencement, the lucky duck. What if they did just keep the politicians to other functions? Would I have gone to hear Tom Lantos if he weren't speaking at my commencement? Certainly not, if the BYU Democrats had hosted it.

Another reason has been the controversy created by the current administration's policies, and going along with that, the outrage that many feel because of the policies and actions that Cheney has done, made, or been a part of - as one of the protesters' signs read: "it's not a partisan thing, it's an ethics and morals thing!" This to me was a much better reason to protest his speaking at the commencement, although again, the trend of optimistic and polite deference to those in power that has marked Church policy since the mid-20th century made it a pretty good guess that nothing would get the board of trustees to drop the invitation. Does that frustrate me? Yeah it does, somewhat, but I don't want to get too distracted by that frustration, because, look: there was a protest, and there was an alternative commencement. I could wish the protesters had an easier time of it, but the fact that there was a protest - and that BYU allowed it - gives me tremendous hope for the students, the school and the Church.

Some of the protesters put out a petition, which you can read here. I signed it, even though I knew it wouldn't stop Cheney from speaking at the commencement. I signed it mostly because of the second paragraph, and after I signed it I wondered if I ought to have just written a letter instead. Still, I was glad to hear that in fact VP Cheney did not "use the BYU commencement ceremony as a platform for his controversial political agenda" - apparently his speech was apolitical, so in that I choose to claim some success for "our side".

Come to think of it, when Margaret Thatcher spoke at a BYU forum while I was there, I don't recall her saying anything overtly political either . . .

So I'm glad that students and others protested. I'm glad that they got enough donations to hold their alternative commencement. I wish I could have been there. And I hope that this does help stir people at BYU and in Provo up from complacency.

Still, I see some danger:

The main danger I see is the anger and resentment that I detected in some of my associates at BYU even when there was no big controversy going on. Those of us who find much of "Mormon" culture - or even some unofficial (but still often rigid) practices within the Church to be silly, distracting, indefensible, wrong, or offensive, but still hold our faith and our covenants dear - we are always going to have the challenge of keeping ourselves from being poisoned by the anger that comes so easily whenever we get into conflicts with people who are attached to those things we object to.

Look at the outrage expressed in one call for donations for the alternative commencement, which was not written by a BYU student (and be aware: it uses harsh language). While I am glad that this post got the students the donations they needed, and I know that particular blog is highly thought of, in this instance the author goes too far: BYU as "a fringe example of blatant fascism"? I had my frustrations with the school's administrative style while I was there, but I didn't want to ally myself closely with people who had such contempt for it, and I still don't. I would hope that the student protesters would remember why they are protesting and not give in to such self-righteous anger - even if they see some in their opponents.

Another danger: the alternative commencement now has a website (in case you missed it, you can see it here). It isn't the same investment as a building or a newspaper might be, but still: it's an established presence, and there may be a temptation to keep it going: will someone get the bright idea to try to have an alternative commencement next year, and the next? I hope not: doing something like that for its own sake would quickly produce results very much like bad art and mediocre punk music.

All in all, though, it looks like the protesting students were true to their convictions and consciences and behaved in a way that citizens of a democracy should, and that makes me happy.

(One student made a short video about the protest, which is kind of amusing.)

Good post over at Faith-Promoting Rumor

2007-03-30T09:43:00.000-06:00

Another Mormon blogger has written this essay about historical context in the New Testament and the lack thereof in the Book of Mormon.

I think I have to plead guilty to some of his charges right now. When I was a young missionary I read the entire New Testament and loved it. I enjoyed studying the New Testament in a class dedicated to it at BYU. But since then I haven't read it much. The Book of Mormon has been more important to me than any other scripture for the past few years, especially since I've been combing thru it with politically-tinted glasses.

Some of the comments following the linked essay deal with the attempts by various people to locate Book of Mormon events in various places, predominantly in Mesoamerica. Personally, I've found most of that sort of thing more an entertaining diversion than a real help in understanding what the book might tell us about ourselves here and now, and about human nature thruout time and space. I think I have been more satisfied with investigations of the book's internal contexts in comparison with similar cultures or with the cultures that the Book of Mormon peoples came from.

I find it interesting that Nephi himself seemed almost to deliberately erase the context of Isaiah for his people, preferring instead to invite them to apply the words to their own situation, and giving them a lot of prophetic commentary (1 Ne 19:23-24; 2 Ne 25:1-7). I may be overstating the case here, but I do think that people are similar enough that we can get the most important messages from the Book of Mormon without ever being sure exactly where the events took place. I also think that Mormon and Moroni were in some ways indifferent to what the modern historically-minded reader might think important - and in some cases, deliberately withheld historical information in order to keep the focus of the book sharp, as well as to try the faith of its readers.

On a semi-related tangent: every dramatization or depiction I've seen so far of Book of Mormon events or characters seems to be trying to look authentic or accurate according to what's widely known or believed about the geography and material culture - although the Arnold Friberg paintings have demonstrable inaccuracies, such as commented on here.

I say: if you're going to sacrifice accuracy for aesthetics (such as preferring to paint your prophets clean-shaven) , why hold back and still try to put in wishfully authentic details like furs, headbands, Peruvian hats, Mayan pyramids, etc? Why not go all-out? I would like to see paintings, plays, movies portraying Book of Mormon characters wearing suits and ties, jeans and t-shirts, military uniforms; in office buildings and on sidewalks, maybe even driving cars and carrying guns. I know full well that technology drastically changes a culture and that the events in the book would not have happened the same way if they had had cars or guns, etc. but it would be an interesting challenge to work with these changes in setting. I think it could help people look for the principles beyond the trappings. It could even free more readers to form their own images of the events if we had more variety of depictions. I try not to look too much at the common, semi-official depictions for that very reason.

Short thoughts on technology

2007-03-27T15:09:00.000-06:00

Back from Spring Break, from a whole week spent away from computers (ok, except for a brief internet log-on in a hotel) - someone organized a shutdown day on the 24th, but I've gotta say, a shutdown week is even better!

I don't have internet access at home - I have to use bits of spare time while using the equipment at my work. For that reason, I'll probably only be able to post about once a week in the future, now that I've put up most of the stuff I had previously written.

So far I'm glad not to have the internet at home, because I already feel dependent enough on it as it is. And I don't ever want to lose sight of the fact that the "democratizing" internet is still a privilege only available to people who have the resources it requires: the democratizing effects of this medium are only available to a small portion of the world's population. But among those, it seems too easy to fall into the same trap set by every technology: the attitude (often unconscious) that those of us who use this technology are the people that matter, and those who don't are irrelevant. Think of phones (not even cell phones): tell me with a straight face that you won't instinctively flinch somehow if someone tells you they don't even have an old-fashioned rotary phone in their house: what's wrong with them?

Think of cars: you may know someone who doesn't have their own and who relies on others for transportation. If so, you probably have sensed the embarrassment that surrounds such a situation, whether felt by the person who doesn't have a car (what's wrong with them?) or those who have to be bothered to shuttle them around.

Technology is never neutral. A tool might be "neutral" in that it could conceivably be used in any number of ways, but the overwhelming pattern in human history is that tools are used not as tools but as technologies: instead of a tool being wielded by humans in human/humanistic/humane systems, the technology shapes or creates the new system that the flesh-and-blood humans are expected, if not compelled, to adapt themselves to.

The liberation of "morality"

2007-03-12T13:20:00.000-06:00

I wish for the growth of a truer and wiser use of some phrases and concepts by Mormons.

For example, the word "morality". If you're LDS, you're likely to think of this or to hear it used as a euphemism for sexual purity. But since "sex" still sounds shocking to many church-going ears, "morality" has been taken as a substitute.

Of course, in the process, the word "morality" has been stripped - pun absolutely intended - of many of its meanings and therefore made not only poorer, but by being pressed into service to cover for the more troubling "sex", it has taken on some of the psycho-semantic mud that made "sex" so dirty, so that I have heard young people in the Church utter the word "immorality" with the same blushing timidity that one might expect from uttering that dread syllable "sex" in an atmosphere of churchiness.

Morality as a concept deserves better than this: there is plenty more to it than just scrupulous maintenance of one's pants. Our good God-given brains and spirits deserve better than to be shamed out of solid understandings of "knowledge of things as they are, and as they were, and as they are to come" (Doc&Cov 93:24). Making euphemisms eventually just leads to the euphemism becoming taboo itself. This is why I cheer inwardly whenever I hear someone unafraid to talk about sexual sin or purity over the pulpit without shrinking. Even Jacob the brother of Nephi, when aware of the shocking effect his words might have on his audience (and they probably were more shocking in the original language than in the abbreviated translation we have) went ahead and delivered them anyway, holding out to his faithful listeners the promise of comfort (Jacob 3:1-2).