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July 31, 2006

Blogwatch and non-blog stuff

Filed under: Blogwatches — Camassia @ 9:05 pm

The epistle leg of the lectionary text the Sunday before last was Ephesians 2:11-22, and our pastor connected it to the current conflict in the Middle East. As it turns out, so did the Pope (via dotCommonweal). And so did Telford. The stars align!

Joe “Beppe” Guada visited my church yesterday, and I had a fun lunch with him and Wess and some other folks. Which is all the more reason to finally get around to linking to his new site.

A couple of things that have struck me about the small group I’ve been attending with Wess and Holly: they are really into personality typology, and they are really into Harry Potter. For that reason I thought they might enjoy this MBTI typology of HP characters. I would agree with most of them, expect the twins: if they’re NFs, I’ll eat my hat.

Jill Cunniff is going to come out with a new album! Woohoo! (OK, probably nobody cares except me… but I managed to become a Luscious Jackson fan just before they broke up, and it’s been a long six years.)

July 24, 2006

The morality of global warming

Filed under: Orthopraxis,Politics and society — Camassia @ 8:44 pm

Though you wouldn’t know it now, for most of the modern era apocalyptic Christian thought has been intertwined with a scathing critique of capitalism. In the 1890s one premillennialist writer declared that America was controlled by “iniquitous business combines,” and in the 1930s another declared flatly, “God hates Big Business.” It was the strategic alignment of the Christian right with the Republican party since the 1970s, I suppose, that toned down such talk.

But the idea that God will punish the nation for its economic greed has gained a sort of rebirth with the advent of global warming. Witness this article (via Lee) in which Bill McKibben points to the increased frequency of hurricanes and writes, “This is the way God used to deliver messages back in the not very subtle day of plagues and floods.”

To stop this, he says, the world needs to reduce fossil fuel use by 70 percent. Immediately. This is not impossible, he asserts, if we are willing to improve our moral character:

Mandatory, too, because taking on climate change would mean taking on the central unchristian element of American culture: its wild individualism. More than anything else, fossil fuel has allowed us to stop being neighbors to each other, both literally—we move ever farther into ever emptier suburbs—and figuratively—we depend less and less on each other for anything real. (The SUV, with its almost invariably single passenger, is the symbol of this trend.) This is what makes the politics of real change so difficult. Politicians are not willing to ask anyone to change. Not when three quarters of American Christians tell pollsters that they think the phrase “God helps those who help themselves” can be found in the Bible.

This is where I start getting irritated. Yes, we Westerners consume way more than we really need. Yes, modern technology, much of it fossil-fuel-driven, has helped make society more impersonal. But I think that casting the stoppage of global warming as perfectly congruent with fixing the flaws in our moral fiber is way too simplistic.

Take what I am doing now, for instance: blogging. Much of the increase in energy use in the last 20 years has been driven by communications technologies, and as I can tell you from my last computer upgrade, they are hogging more energy all the time. In fact, much technological innovation of the last decade hasn’t been in the service of isolating people but of connecting them. To some extent, of course, this is solving a problem that technology itself created, but it is also connecting people with distant folk who would have been totally Other back in the days when people huddled in the villages where they were born.

My boyfriend and I were talking about global warming recently, and he raised a couple of other problems he’s still chewing on. One is that he burns up a huge number of miles on his car precisely because he loves nature. His ideal way to spend a day off is to drive for three hours to some remote spot and wander around taking pictures. As far as nature is concerned, I suppose it would be better off if we didn’t love it but feared it, the way premodern folk used to tell stories about the terrible things that would happen if you disturbed the forest spirits too much.

A larger problem he brought up, however, is one that McKibben mentions in passing but promptly drops. Even if Westerners manage to drastically cut back their energy use, there are huge emerging economies like China and India that would probably be happy to use the oil that we don’t. John remarked that there’s a huge political problem with telling these countries that, after we’ve enjoyed the fruits of industrial prosperity for 150 years, we’ve now discovered that if they do they same they’ll wreck the planet. If I were an Indian, my reaction would probably echo the Church Lady: “How convenient.”

We are not just talking about fruits like TVs and cell phones, either. Modern medicine requires a lot of energy, too — the running of hospitals and their equipment, the research involved in creating drugs and in mass-producing them, all take lots of juice. Furthermore, it is well known that one of the big problems with medicine in the poorer parts of the world is physically getting it to people living out in trackless villages; building and running such an infrastructure would also take lots of energy.

The fact is, Christian fundamentalists and Republican congressmen aren’t the only people in the world who fail to place their trust in Western scientists. From what I’ve seen many Africans aren’t even sold on the accepted scientific understanding of HIV, and that’s certainly had a bigger impact on them so far than global warming. It’s painful to watch, but I also don’t see it as an unmitigated character flaw. The Western world has earned its mistrust.

Another phenomenon I have seen is what happens if something is successfully prevented. Often as not, the non-event causes a lot of people to wonder if the whole thing was worth the cost, or maybe even a big con, because, you know, nothing happened. I’ve seen it with the Y2K bug, with some averted African droughts, with recent terrorists plots that the feds said they foiled. This quality of the human character is not uniformly positive, but on the other hand, prevention always looks better in hindsight. In the present, it involves a weird state where nothing is actually going wrong, but everyone is maximally afraid of what could go wrong. In the English language, that state is generally called paranoia.

That is largely why, in my gut, I don’t think global warming can be indefinitely put off. It can be slowed, which would certainly help people to adjust to the changes. But the sort of dramatic, instant and permanent conversion of the world that McKibben envisions would take a miracle. I cannot rule out miracles, of course, but neither can I plan them. And trying to force miracles certainly has its own hazards. Another thing that bothers me about solutions to global warming is that they seem, by necessity, to be so authoritarian. In James Burke’s After the Warming, a sci-fi documentary from an imagined future, Burke says that in the 21st century a planetary authority took charge of the matter, enacting sweeping reforms such as outlawing beef. Nasty issues like how this was enforced were, to my memory, left unexplored.

I think the issue underlying all this is that, even on the Christian left, there still is a certain conflict between science and religion. The predictions of climatologists are mechanistic. The weather, in their models, doesn’t care what your reasons are for putting carbon dioxide in the air, nor does it care what means you use to lower them. It responds the same regardless. Only a personal God cares about motivations, or has mercy on sinners. So while the hand of God may indeed be in all this, I am not comfortable with turning climatologists into prophetic interpreters of natural events. Ultimately, their assumptions come from different premises.

In many ways, this whole discussion really reminds me of the last chapter of The Politics of Jesus, which I blogged about here. At the beginning of it Yoder discussed various efforts to discern the direction of history, and to manipulate it for certain desirable outcomes. The Bible, he says, rejects such approaches as human hubris; God knows where history is headed, and so his commands, even if they don’t seem practical in the short term, will lead us to the right place. There is something in that to be applied here, I think. Certainly Christian mores like supporting local communities and rejecting materialism can help fight global warming; but on the other hand, anointing scientists as prophets, making utilitarian calculations about what solution will kill the fewest people, and justifyng the power of government as a means to an end are actions that might combat global warming but aren’t exactly Christian. As with premillennialism, a little less grand theorizing and a little more trust in God might be in order.

July 20, 2006

The new black

Filed under: Politics and society — Camassia @ 11:28 am

I didn’t think I’d have anything to contribute to International Blog Against Racism Week, but recently I happened upon a ten-year-old piece in Malcolm Gladwell’s archives looking at the success of West Indian immigrants compared to native-born African Americans. Gladwell says that at first it makes it look like race is actually meaningless, but on closer inspection, he finds that employers in poor neighborhoods actually have a bias in favor of foreigners:

One of the striking things in the Red Hook study, for example, is the emphasis that the employers appeared to place on hiring outsiders–Irish or Russian or Mexican or West Indian immigrants from places far from Red Hook. The reason for this was not, the researchers argue, that the employers had any great familiarity with the cultures of those immigrants. They had none, and that was the point. They were drawn to the unfamiliar because what was familiar to them–the projects of Red Hook–was anathema. The Columbia University anthropologist Katherine Newman makes the same observation in a recent study of two fast-food restaurants in Harlem. She compared the hundreds of people who applied for jobs at those restaurants with the few people who were actually hired, and found, among other things, that how far an applicant lived from the job site made a huge difference. Of those applicants who lived less than two miles from the restaurant, ten per cent were hired. Of those who lived more than two miles from the restaurant, nearly forty per cent were hired. As Newman puts it, employers preferred the ghetto they didn’t know to the ghetto they did.

One fascinating thing about this is how it flips the usual maxim that racism stems from fear of difference. The employers no doubt see themselves as different from the applicants that they turn away, but apparently the great differentness of the immigrants is actually a plus to people who are unhappy with the conditions around them.

Another interesting aspect of this is not just what it says about race, but about immigration. One common complaint about immigrants is that they ”steal” jobs, and this lends some support to that, though it ascribes it to employer prejudice rather than the practice of immigration itself. For all the negative attitudes toward immigrants these days, there’s still a romance to immigration that appears in the employer remarks that Gladwell quotes. But, he goes on to say, the romance wears off once immigrants have had a big enough presence for long enough. In Canada, West Indians are subject to many of the same stereotypes as blacks in the U.S.

Underneath all this, I think, lies the fact that a free-market economy creates a sort of “migration culture.” It encourages people to migrate from country to city, from job to job, from lower to middle class, and so on. Migration across national borders is merely a natural extension of this. To some extent Gladwell’s employers sound like restless consumers, hoping that the new, different product will be an improvement on the old disappointing one. It’s another reason I can’t look upon the whole phenomenon with untrammeled benevolence, however much I have a duty to welcome the stranger.

July 17, 2006

What not to wear

Filed under: Orthopraxis,Religion and sex — Camassia @ 6:06 pm

Hugo and Lynn, among others, are commenting on a letter urging people to dress modestly in church. “Dressing or putting on one’s clothes is a moral act and wearing them is a moral act,” he writes.

Somehow, this whole discussion got me to thinking about Isaiah, which has some arresting passages related to clothing and nudity. For the first two chapters, Isaiah decries the sin that Israel has fallen into, mostly by oppressing the poor. Then in chapter 3 he addresses the womenfolk:

The Lord said:
Because the daughters of Zion are haughty
and walk with outstretched necks,
glancing wantonly with their eyes,
mincing along as they go,
tinkling with their feet; the Lord will afflict with scabs
the heads of the daughters of Zion,
and the Lord will lay bare their secret parts.

On that day the Lord will take away the finery of the anklets, the headbands, and the crescents; the pendants, the bracelets, and the scarves; the head-dresses, the armlets, the sashes, the perfume boxes, and the amulets; the signet rings and nose-rings; the festal robes, the mantles, the cloaks, and the handbags; the garments of gauze, the linen garments, the turbans, and the veils.

My HarperCollins Study Bible says in a footnote that “their secret parts” is better read as “their foreheads”, perhaps relating to a later verse where God curses the women with baldness. But either way, there’s a pretty strong message here that if you go around all decked out in bling, God might get ticked off.

Women aren’t the only ones who get disrobed in Isaiah, however. In chapter 20, in the middle of a lengthy prophecy on then-current political events, he says:

In the year that the commander-in-chief, who was sent by King Sargon of Assyria, came to Ashdod and fought against it and took it— at that time the Lord had spoken to Isaiah son of Amoz, saying, ‘Go, and loose the sackcloth from your loins and take your sandals off your feet’, and he had done so, walking naked and barefoot. Then the Lord said, ‘Just as my servant Isaiah has walked naked and barefoot for three years as a sign and a portent against Egypt and Ethiopia, so shall the king of Assyria lead away the Egyptians as captives and the Ethiopians as exiles, both the young and the old, naked and barefoot, with buttocks uncovered, to the shame of Egypt.

So apparently, Isaiah walked around stark nekkid for three years to provide a visual aid for a prophecy on the conquest of Egypt. Man, the things God demands of his prophets! It is, however, in keeping with the general habit of the times to make a public spectacle of prisoners and convicts by parading them around naked. This was done to Jesus also, though not surprisingly that aspect tends to not get as much attention as the scourging and crucifying.

The upshot of all this is that the moral and social implications of clothing are more than sexual. Clothes also carry messages about status, wealth, and power. This was especially clear in the ancient Middle East, where the weather generally didn’t get cold enough to be dangerous (I suppose that’s how Isaiah survived), so clothing was almost purely social. If you look at the old Egyptian paintings, for instance, slaves wear nothing, while higher-status people get progressively fancier clothing that doesn’t cover much of anything but certainly looks impressive.

Another important message of clothing is that it declares the community to which you belong. Many premodern clans and tribes wear more or less the same thing, which is why some Southeast Asian hill tribes have names like the Black Tai and Red Tai — not after the color of the people, but after their clothes. It is not difficult to find examples of this in our own culture. Riding down the Sunset Strip on a Saturday night a few years back, I saw the local version of the Black Tai: that is, a whole lot of young, hip people going clubbing, and wearing nothing but black. Seriously, we went for blocks without seeing a speck of color. I noticed a similar phenomenon when I visited Bel Air Presbyterian, and saw “…an endless stream of willowy young Angelenos in tank tops and flip-flops. It was as if all the local Hot Topics and American Eagles and suddenly ordered their customers off to church.”

I think it’s this aspect of clothing that causes the most trouble for modern Americans going to church. Clothes send the same sorts of messages that they always did, but they aren’t so stable and well-defined as they were in the days when, say, when you were unmarried you wore your hair one way and when you were married you wore it another way. Moreoever, there are serious generational differences in clothing styles, not only because fashion is constantly changing but because the ages are so segregated. Teenagers who spend their lives shuttling between school, local hangouts and church youth groups unsurprisingly only dress for other teens; how would they arrive at adulthood knowing how to dress for 60-year-olds in church?

I think another problem here is that, as the bishop implies, the wrong sort of people seem to be setting the fashions. Clothing style has long been a top-down phenomenon: some leader or strong personality dresses in a certain way, and everybody in his posse imitates him. This is why, in the 20th century, fashions tended to get more and more risque. But there has to be some point where the current style loses touch with its origin. After all, “conservative” female dress these days is still modeled on the basic template established after World War I, when corsets were abandoned, hair was cut off, skirts rose from the floor to the knee, and pants migrated across the gender divide. All that was tied to the emergence of a new youth culture with dubious morals (the ’60s was not the first time!), but I hardly think you can say that any woman wearing a knee-length skirt these days is promoting a “flapper” culture.

A while ago, Dwight wrote a post about sin in which he discussed the fact that the first consequence of original sin was that people felt the need to wear clothes. “The discovery of nakedness telegraphs that what was once a source of joy and harmony – their nudity and presumably uninhibited sex life (check Song of Songs for confirmation of this inference) – has now become, for them, a source of potential exploitation, hurt, and abuse,” he wrote.

Dwight’s interpretation of clothing here is also mostly sexual, but it works with the other points I made here also. Because of sin, we’re afraid to face the world without an exoskeleton that displays our strengths, hides our weaknesses, and declares our membership in a group of homies to back us up. But clothing is also an art form — my sister, in fact, makes clothes for a living, and I have seen that much about fashion is fascinating and beautiful. Where does the pursuit of the aesthetically pleasing cross over into provocation and vanity? I wish I knew for sure.

July 16, 2006

Adventures in cooking

Filed under: Personal stuff — Camassia @ 8:57 am

OK, I haven’t exactly been good about getting back in blogging mode since I got back from vacation. I’ve actually had a few ideas for posts, but they don’t feel ready to take out of the oven yet, so to speak. But (speaking of ovens) I thought Eve might be interested to know that I was actually inspired to try her French fry recipe.

Now, I am un-American enough that I’m actually bored by French fries, and by potatoes in general. But I thought the garlic and parsley might jazz it up, and I figured that if I could discover how to make good fries, John will be my permanent love slave. So yesterday seemed like a good time to have him over and try it out on him — especially since it was 100 degrees in Pasadena and a mere 83 out here by the beach.

I was a little concerned about the smoke-alarm part of Eve’s story, so I consulted the Joy of Cooking’s oven-fries recipe and followed its advice to set the oven at 450 rather than 475. Another modification I made based on the Joy was that instead of tossing the fries in oil and then putting them on a nonstick pan, I put the fries in an oven-proof dish (a lasagna pan, in this case), poured the oil over them and stirred them in situ. This had the advantage not only of providing one less dish to clean, but also oiled the pan, so I didn’t have to worry about the nonstick part. I also left the skin on, since potatoes are even more boring without the skin. (Fortunately, John agrees with me about that one.)
As it turned out, I had the opposite problem from Eve: they took forever to cook. However, I did have a first course available, since a meal of unvarying starch didn’t seem like a good idea. I had some fresh spearmint around that needed to be gotten through before it wilted, so I made a sauce for green beans from a recipe that my mother found somewhere. It’s really good, and very simple. It goes like this:

1 pound green beans, boiled

1/4 cup olive oil

2 sprigs fresh mint, finely chopped

pinch of crushed garlic

1 tbsp wine vinegar

salt and pepper to taste

I didn’t know what wine one should serve with a meal of French fries and green beans, so in honor of the heat wave I made a pitcher of sangria. So, we were tucking away beans and sangria when the fries were finally done.

The garlic and parsley actually didn’t alter them a lot, since there was such a small amount compared to the volume of potatoes. The first batch (only about 2/3 of the potatoes fit in the lasagna pan) came out pretty good, though unevenly done. This was probably partly due to the oven, which is older than I am, but more due to the fact that potatoes are not, in fact, rectangular, so I had a hard time making the fries a uniform size. For the second batch I turned the heat up to 475 and split some of the larger pieces before baking. That batch came out much better, but at this point I was starting to feel very full. In fact, at 8:50 the next morning I am still feeling very full, and if someone waved a French fry at me I think I’d faint. It’s amazing what a meal you can make from what are considered side dishes.

After the meal we took the bus to the beach, since we figured parking would be impossible. There are, in reality, only about ten days a year when the beach is as pleasant as it looks on Baywatch, and on those days pretty much the whole metro area turns out to enjoy it. We arrived just after sunset, and the place was still fairly well populated. Nonetheless, we found a nice spot to sit and watch the orange glow on the horizon fade into darkness, and the lights around the edge of the bay twinkle on. Eventually it started to get chilly, so we went back and John returned to his (hopefully cooler) house.

I don’t know if I made him my permanent love slave, but it was a good evening anyway.

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