11.30.2006

In (not so) Recent News

From the last 2 or 3 months, I have a good deal of pictures and little stories that go with them which I am forgetting in the lack of their telling. It's also time to have my waking hours consumed by final exams and projects, so now is not a good time to put together a post of stories and pictures. I was planning on putting it all together into one post, but in the interest of sanity, I will try many simple photo posts.


Such as this:
The black walnuts that, on a gloriously windy afternoon in October, were falling like lemmings near my room, causing me to wonder why people were outside stomping in the parking lot until I realized what was actually going on. Matt and I, a little crazed by the outstanding beauty and general alive feeling of that day, ran under the trees in some form of Walnut Roulette.

Arboreal Thespians

11.25.2006

Lame Cakes


This is the costume I wore to a friend's birthday party. The same friend, in fact, from this post. It's a phrase she uses a lot. I taped these two pieces of paper to my shirt. At that time, they didn't have faces or words. They were just, as everyone called them, uh.. cakes on crutches?.
Afterward, I taped them to a friend's door as opposed to just telling him what my 'costume' was. 'Costume' is in quotes because drawing a picture and taping it to yourself hardly counts as a costume. But, it worked. As is inevitable for anything on his door, the pictures were corrupted - this time, with faces and words in such a way that I exploded laughing in the hallway the next time I walked through.

By the by,
I intended to post these pictures with the story from 10/22 which I posted on 11/22, being exactly one month overdue. But.. I forgot.
And as long as I'm forgetting things, there's something I wrote on 8/22. I wrote a draft post of it on 11/11, intending to let it wait for it's 2nd month anniversary, but just posted it today under the original draft date since that seemed more appropriate. It's called Thomas, Doubting.

11.24.2006

Rel 153: Intro to Ancient Christianity Final Exam

As long as I've been putting up more about my religion classes, I thought it would be good to wedge this in there. It's pretty long.

The final for Ancient Christianity was to make a timeline for tracking like, 5 different themes through the time period covered by the course. I put mine on giant sheets of paper on the walls of the stairwell and lived there for a few days. It covered something like the range from AD 0 (or 0 CE if you prefer.. even though neither really happened...) to AD 500 (CE). The idea was to use our map of socio/historical themes to get a better-contextualized idea of what happened to our little Jesus Movement of the 1st century.

Our professor warned us that he would choose a 150 year interval, and in the three or four hours of the exam, without the aid of our timeline, we would have to come up with a coherent framework and narrative through which to understand what was going on.

We got to write it in those little blue books. Typing was not allowed.

I liked mine, but I didn't get a chance to pick it up at the end of last year, and thought it had been thrown out. But, I just discovered a small pile of unclaimed Rel 153 essays in the Classics/Religion Lounge.



This is a 150-year slice what I learned in Ancient Christianity:

***** 5/8/06

During the period of 300-450, we see what happens when Christianity lets the power trip 'go to its head,' so to speak. All through the 200s, Christianity has been growing in number and in social class despite sporadic persecution. The entire Roman Empire experienced an abrupt change of policy between Diocletian's order of the Great Persecution in 303 and Constantine & Licinius' 312 Edict of Milan. In what many Christians considered a miraculous victory of good over evil, Constantine defeated the forces of Licinius who had since gone against the Edict ofMilan and, in 330, established Constantinople (formerly Byzantium, the capitol of the Byzantine Empire) as the new headquarters of the Roman Empire. It seems that with one of their own in charge of the government, influential Christans found themselves with the time, security, and leiser to quarrel bitterly over internal matters. Though, arguably, when your people run the empire, everything is an internal matter.

First, some background of the situation leading up to Constantinople. At the turn of the century, Diocletian held the Roman scepter & made it clear that he did not much enjoy Christians in his Empire. This is probably a result of the sect having grown increasingly visible all through the 3rd century and stubbornly refusing to adopt acceptable measures of Roman nationality and piety by burning incense and sacrificing to the traditional gods. Furthermore, Diocletian had found it necessary to add a title to his name along the lines of "Lord and Master," which, in the minds of Christians, only continued to identify him and the Roman Empire as the earthly kingdom set up in opposition to the promised kingdom of heaven. During the Great Persecution, many Christian lands, books, and posessions were confiscated and/or destroyed. Sone Christians saw this as a chance to enact their own peculiar form of glory and did not wait for the Romans to find them but loudly claimed to have hidden Christian texts in order that they might be more certainly & efficiently martyred.

By this time, Christians had infiltrated the social classes so that even Emperor Diocletian's wife, Prisca was a Christian (she somehow survived Diocletian's own perseucution only to be executed by Licinius in 315) as well as one of his appointed teachers. While it is uncertain how Diocletian dealt with the problem of his wife's apparent religions persuasion, the appointed teacher (who had lived through the sporadic persecutions of the previous 40 years) was fired.

Lactantius found a new job teaching Constantine's oldest son Crispus and used his experience with the bulk of the church's persecution to chronicle how God dispenses judgement and nasty ends to all those who act against Him and His church.

One of Diocletian's political acts was the formation of the tetrarchy and dividing governance of the Roman Empire between the Western and Eastern halves. And so, we come to a point not much farther in the 4th century in which Constantine rules the Western part and Licinius presides over the Eastern part. Lactantius gives us some of the first records as to how Constantine later said he defeated his enemy after a vision instructed him to conquer in the sign of the Chi-Ro, a symbol for the name of Christ. Constantine declared that any god to grant him victory like that was good enough for him (Though given the pervasiveness of the Cult of the Sun God and Constantine's religions actions later, it is unclear whether he continued in the name of the sign under which he conquered, or in the name of the Unconquered Sun). Whatever his actual beliefs, it was also good enough for the Christian church.

After the Edict of Milan in 312, signed by the Constantine & Licinius which commanded that Christian properties (church lands) and posessions he returned to them and legalized Christianity (so that the Roman Empire would be in the divine favor of their God), and after Constantine defeated Licinius (who shortly after the Edict ofMilan, turned more vehemently against the Christians), the church hailed him Caesar with all the enthusiasm expected for the return of a different coming King. The Praise for Constantine is absolutely glowing. With a new Emperor uniting the halves of Rome, and a new capitol in Constantinople (in 330), many Christians must have considered their kingdom come.

But, the brief political unity was not indicative of any kind of church unity. No longer needing to defend themselves from the Roman empire, the church found it expedient to persecute itself. Many had survived through the Great Persecution by handing over their illegal texts to be confiscated, and many others had burned incense to the emperor or Roman gods to obtain their required receipt of worship. However, many others had survived by enduring torture and there was a general feeling in the church that those which had done anything less than hold their ground to the extreme in all areas of Christian living did not deserve to remain in communion with the church. On the level of the commoners, this conflict passed, aided by decrees such as Stephan's from the 3rd century that those fallen away (capitulating to demands of the emperor) need not be re-baptized in order to return to the church. However, this was not so small an issue when one city elected a bishop who had purportedly turned over sacred texts during the Great Persecution. In response, another city refused to recognize the offending bishop & nominated their own, producing the mild fracture that was the Donatist Schism.

The next hot discussion was the Pelagian Controversy which disputed the nature of sin [and] brought the necessity of Christ into question.

But the most significant controversy of the early 300s was the Arian Controversy. The Arian Controversy erupted in the early 300s over a comment made by Arius in one of his sermons regarding the nature of the Trinity (which, no matter what sort of commentary you try to make on it, you're wrong). Arius' Champion, Eusebius, quotes him on saying "We are persecuted because we say our God had a beginning." No longer persecuted for hiding sacred manuscripts, the leading characters in Christianity at the time persecuted one another for not making the correct statements*.

*(This is not to say that the church no longer dealt with external heresy. Shenoute and Augustine of Hippo both found ocassion to write against the heresies of Gnosticism and Manicheanism)

In the other corner, Athanasius of Alexandria weighed in against Arius and Eusebius. Christian theology had now gone from being the surprising statemtns of unlearned fishermen to an intellectual toy of the elite: Church leaders were appalled at the sneaky, underhanded tactics employed by the Arians to deceive the masses. In the markets, commen men sang catcy Arian jingles and the sellers attempted to discuss the finer points of the implications regarding the nature of a time when the Son was Not.

Disgusting as this perversion of intellectual spirituality must have seemed to the bishops, it was the loaded banter among bishops which concerned Constantine. After al his work to unify the empire politically and religiously (as religion was a key component of Roman nationality), the religions end was threatening to shatter.

(disclaimer: seriously, I particularly suck at remembering dates of coucils.)

Alarmed, he called for a Council of the Biships to meet in Nicea and decide on a common policy. After all, the pholosophers could agree to disagree. Why couldn't the church? So in .. 331?29? shoot. [later edit: 325] several hundred weathered, Roman-persecution-surviving bishops gathered together in Nicea, this time with guards and government "encouragement" to decide on a statement which the entire church could agree to. Among the topics discussed were: what is the nature of the Sonship? (A very agreeable, mostly neutral statement makes its way into the Nicean Creed), what to do about Arius? (Excommunicate him), What beliefs does the church agree to? (Nicean Creed), and as long as Constantine is getting some church and state unity (Which Ambrose of Milan, bless his heart, very much objected to), he wants 50 bound copies of unanimously canonical texts (The New Testament Canon). With the exception of a few bishops, everyone signed the agreements and went home to promtly write their own suggestions to their respective churches of what books were good to believe, good to consider, good for instruction, and which should be avoided altogether. Though they agreed on a good number of texts, everyone had a slightly different idea of exacctly which books belonged in which categories.

No matter, Constantine had his Canon and the bishops quieted down for a little while, until Eusebius requested a Council about a decade later which mostly consisted of tricking the bishops into condemning Athanasius and Athanasius rushing back to Alexandria & Constantinople to protest while Eusebius and his followers snuck off to Jerusalem to get Arius recalled into the church.

Meanwhile, a new brand of Christianity was growing in the deserts of Northern Africa. The aescetics began as Copts who, finding it easier to live alone in poverty than to pay taxes to the city, fled to the deserts of Egypt. Athanasius writes glowingly about St. Anthony and the classic aescetic battle against bodily desires. As Copts continued to be poor and tax-evasive, and as this expression of piety became more trendy, people came from great distances to consult the Desert Fathers or to join them.

The idea of the monastic community probably began with Macrina who cleverly evaded marriage in order to retain her virginity, lived at hom with her Christian mother, was instrumental in influencing her brothers, among them, Gregory of Nyssa and Basil the Great, into leaving their lives of secular oratory and turning their attention to spiritual matters. The community she started in her home was one in which servants were treated with the same recognition of humanity bestowed on their masters (though one must have servants in order to properly run a household), and one which took in orphans and the sick off the streets to care for them. This monastic community structure is instructive to Basil, after whom it becomes a sort of theme & variation across the Roman Empire. The intentions of the community vary as well, from Macrina's house of charity to what Theodoret describes as a gymnasium for training against the devil. In this sort of community, the main focus is on personal triumph and control of the body. The heroes of these commmunities are the likes of Symeon Stylites, Shenoute of Atripe, and Anthony the Great.

To hear Theodoret describe it, one would think that the monks are in a daily competition to see who can withstand the greatest mortification of the flesh. It is regrettable that we don't have much more from the hands of the three aforementioned supermonks themselves on the particular subjects of their perceptions of the body (Though we have much in the way of political advice from Symeon, "Amazement" at heresy from Shenoute, and philosophy from Athanasius) than Senoute's comment that the body is not, as some gnostic heretics claim, a prison for the soul, but rather - to the righteous - the body is rest and light. This comment is coming from a man who was described at being delighted by missing a majority of his flesh.

These men were not freakish aberrations. They were popular. People flocked to hear "a word" from the wisdom of the Desert Fathers. Shenoute was in charge of a monastary in which he treated the brothers & sisters there with all the discipline and punishment which he bestowed upon himself. Symeon ascended the pillar, it is said, because his crowds of admirers were becoming too much like pests. Though it seems he was the first to ascend the pillar, many others followed him [on their own pillars], and from then on, the emperor found it convenient to be in good correspondance with at least one pillar monk. The publicity, number, and classes of people going o speak with the pillar monk meant that staying in touch with him was like keeping a finger on the pulse of that area of the empire.

And, monks could influence the empire by more tahn just writing. By 387, the status (and behavior) of Christians had completely reversed, and it was now the monks who persecuted the Pagans, for by the decree of Theodosius II, heresy in the empire was now punishable by death. Julian the Apostate's attempt from 361 to 363 to revive Paganism in the empire by displacing Christians from their jobs and encouraging Pagans to imitate the Christians' piety and charity failed miserably.

Cyril of Alexandria even found the monks useful for theological enforcement within the church, particularly at the Council of Ephesis in 431 which met to condemn Nestorius' interpretation of Christ as not being fully God at birth. It was essentially the same argument as the hundred years prior, only this time concerning more specifically Jesus' status during his time on Earth. Cyril had promptly condemned Nestorius the year prior, and now there would be a Council so that all the bishops could agree to condemn Nestorius and again agree on a church statement regarding the issue.

Interestingly, Cyril invited Shenoute and his band of monks to attend the coucil of Ephesus. Shenoute was a huge fan of Athanasius who spoke adamantly against the Arian idea that there was a time when the Son was Not, and now Shenoute was attending the Council of Ephesus, weighing in against the Nestorian idea that there was a time when Christ was not God.

And, in what seems like a cosmic historical setup, Nestorius made the mistake of placing holy scriptures on the ground too close to Shenoute who promptly used his nearly 100-year-old frame and nearly 100-year-old Canon to give Nestorius (and his outgrowth of a nearly 100-year-old controversy) a sound beating before all the other bishops present (who shouted in unison his worthiness). Shenoute then had the pleasure of hearing the Council agree to Cyril's 12 Anathemas against Nestorius and then outliving him.

The theological battle, however, was far from over. The church continued to be bothered by the likes of Etyches and the Monophysites who claimed that Christ was of human nature, subsumed by God, and simply condemning Nestorius did not settle the matter of how the same Jesus could be both mortal and immortal. These opinions were to be officially decided on by the Council of Chalcedon which met in... either 451 or 461, but either way, that's out of the range of this narrative. Pope Leo I, Champion of the "Truly Man & Truly God" echo of the Formula of Union from 433 had claimed Roman jurisdiction over the entire Church, just as Canon 28 would soon grant Constantinople appointing power over the bishops in the Asia Minor area. In the West, Church & State were kept as separate parallel concepts by the Church's continued existence in the midst of various barbarian takeovers. The East, however, had no such problem with barbarians, and the Church & State became that much more enmeshed to the point that (as evidenced in Canon 28) the emperor was that much the head of church proceedings. But again, I'm beginning to leave my time range.

The meshing is entirely evident, however, in the reign of Theodosius and his related Empresses, and neither church nor state was left unchanged. In Western or Eastern, the crown exerts much more influence over the systems of the church, and vice versa. The Apostolic Constitutions, a clever forgery which appears in the late fourth century shows the extent to which Chistian life was regulated by the church. And, the Church's sheer size and influence caused Honoria to consider it most expedient to become a Christian. This ushers in an era of Emperors & Empresses with all the drama & intrigue of the 1st-century Roman Emperors, except that these bear the name of "Christian." And, having come into an earthly power over an earthly kingdon of Christians, the rulers find it most convenient to use church concepts to manipulate power leverage which manifests in 450 (conveniently enough for this narrative) in Pulcheria's marriage to Marcian after being consecrated a Christian virgin, and so, essentially, wed to Christ. The symbolism and uses of these kedia bonds to Thodosius are simply too good of loaded images to pass up.

Thus we have seen the transformation of the church climb the food chain of political power. Those who were last have become fist, the meek have inherited the earth (and become subsequently less meek), and the persecuted, cursed, and reviled have come into their kingdom. The Western Kingdom will not last much longer, and the extensive jurisdiction of the church will become the network that holds the different geographies in communication. The Eastern political power will subsume the church until they are arguably one in person, consubstantial.

But now I'm letting my religious bias get carried away, so I'd better find something profound to conclude with before I make some kind of comment on how an eartly union of Church and State can never retain being either Truly Church or Truly State, but seems to operate as some confused muddle of the worst (and often most politically expedient) characteristics of each.
Oops. Too late **




**for retracting the previous paragraph or for adding other, possibly relevant, various occurences that, despite not being mentioned here, are also important parts of history, and deserve recognition elsewhere.

11.23.2006

Ghost of Thanksgiving Past




It's that day again.

The day we set aside to be thankful so we can get it out of our systems and feel good for a little while.

Even though I'm not home for Thanksgiving, I'm glad that I have a family that I could be with. I'm glad that even when I'm with my family, I have a home and friends and a welcoming place to be and eat food that we all worked together to make. And it seems like on Thanksgiving, everybody is supposed to have similar thoughts as these. It's like, one of my rights as an American to have a warm, well-fed Thanksgiving day and dinner with others. But, I know that though I wish it was an enforceable right, it's actually more of a privilege. There are a lot of people that are hungry and cold and alone right now, while I am enjoying my "rights" to a nice Thanksgiving.

It might be worth considering that the social and economic systems that helped set me up with my Thanksgiving are the exact same systems that deprive others of theirs.

There's something profoundly wrong with this.

It will only be right again when we can all share Thanksgiving together and no one is left out.

One of my Nepalese dormies was telling me that he thinks it's strange that America only really has like, 2-4 holidays where everyone gets together, and where it is expected that you will spend time home with your family. I guess this happens more often in Nepal or something.

It's interesting how time passes between major events. If you work all week, and live on the weekends, you only remember them. Then year is no longer 365 days long, but rather 52 weekends long, which goes a lot faster. Maybe time seems to go quicker as you gain recognition more spaced-out landmarks and patterns in life.

We used to go to my grandma's house for Thanksgiving. And our cousins would come over. There were 6 of them and 3 of us in those days. There was a steep hill in the field behind the barn, and we would "run" (by the time you got to the top, you weren't really running anymore) up the hill to catch our breath at the top. Then someone would start back for the bottom.

The game was to run as fast as you could down this incredibly steep hill. The grass was tall, the ground was bumpy, and waiting to catch your inevitable stumble and fall at the bottom of the hill were the masses of thistles. We pushed each other and fell and rolled and screamed and went back rather scuffed up. Mind you, this is on Thanksgiving, so after being called inside to eat impossible quantities of my grandma's/aunt's/Dad's awesome cooking, we went back outside - relatively heavier - and proceeded to again hurtle down the bumpy hill.

I was just thinking about how much I looked forward to that every year.
And, about how it will probably never happen again.

I haven't had a Thanksgiving with my family since I started college. When I get out of college, my brother will start college. More of my cousins will be in college. And when we ALL get out of college and only have careers to contend with... it's possible that some of us won't think it's the funnest thing in the world to run down a hill until we fall in a pile of thistles.

Man. I guess I'm going to have to keep dealing with these kinds of realizations if I keep having to get older.



Among other, more serious things, here's something I'm thankful for:
This fall was beautiful. It's getting cold and gray and rainy out there now, but I saw some pretty awesome leaf displays earlier. They're so beautiful. I tried taking some pictures but there's no way I can hold the full spectrum of glory in a 4x6 frame. So painfully beautiful because I know I cannot take it all in. I cannot remember it well enough. But while it was here, I appreciated it overwhelmingly. The impermanence adds a clarity to the beauty. Look now I tell myself, because even if you live to be a hundred, and even if every autumn you experience is perfect, that's only 80 left. 80 left, tops. And that is not enough.

It seems almost necessary - that pain - to help me appreciate the beauty.

I hope somehow there's a possibility for all beauty and no pain.

And then, maybe we all sit down - everyone - and enjoy Thanksgiving together because no one will left out.

11.22.2006

Better than Renn Fayre



One month ago - on October 22nd, I participated in what was one of the more rewarding nights of my life. A friend of mine had a birthday a month ago, and since school began, I'd been plotting to get her something: a bike. I figured if I got a bunch of her friends in on it, we could keep an eye out for potential bikes and all chip in some cash towards buying the bike, and maybe bike lights / lock, etc. Long story short, we found a decent one for incredibly cheap and fixed it up a bit. We planned to give it to her on the night of her birthday. Shortly before, I got an email from her saying that her father's birthday present to her was to give her money towards finding a nice bike.

Heh heh.
Oh well, we figured we'd gotten some bike lights and made a nice cardfor her at least. And some pink flowers which we used watercolor pencil to add blue highlights to - to match her blue hair with pink highlights. And we could give her the fixed-up bike anyway to do whatever she wanted to with. Maybe it could be like, a beater bike or something and her father could still get her a better bike. So we walked over to a her writer's meeting and infiltrated it. She was really happy to see us and we stayed for the rest of the meeting (at which I wrote a freewriting). Afterward, when we caused her to understand that the bike was actually for her..

It was pretty amazing.



She's been wanting a bike for a long time, and perhaps even more so, wanting to learn how to ride a bike. Let's just say that some family situations prevented her from learning how to do so earlier. I had been concerned that our little fixed-up bike would not be a good gift in light of the fact that her father offered to buy her a nice one for her birthday. But as she jumped around to hug us, and her Thankyou!'s were followed close by tears, and she told us that she didn't care about getting a bike from her father, and this bike meant more than anything he could buy because "I have friends who give a shit!", I understood more that the real gift we gave her that night was not a bicycle, but friends. And she said she felt like she had a home. She said that if she could choose a few memories, a few important images to keep for sure for the rest of her life, this one be one. She had friends and she felt at home. She said her spleen was singing (it's a metaphor). She said it was better than Renn Fayre.

And especially coming from her, that's a big deal.

She asked why we'd done it, but the response was always consistent with "Because we care."
We'd been there all along. But sometimes it's hard to show that. One of the reasons I like other peoples' birthdays is because sometimes it feels like the one day of the year (besides Christmas) when you are allowed to so obviously put time and energy into an effort to do something that makes them happy. Sometimes I wish people had birthdays every day. Maybe I'll just start pretending.

I also would like to remember that night for a long time.
Love is so hard to communicate, but I felt like, that night, we said something right.
And we said it in the right way - a way that translated so directly what we meant.

It is one of the more beautiful things in the world I think, to both have the thought, I have friends who love me! and to believe it.



She learned to ride it so quickly. We took it out to practice on the front lawn, and before long, she was riding in huge circles around us. It was no problem that she didn't know how to brake and get off yet. She just wanted to keep riding. More of her friends who couldn't be there earlier noticed and she actually got to let other people take turns riding her bike.

Then we headed into the SU to add music on top of everything else.





I felt like the night was welling up in the music that came from the piano, filling the warm lighted areas of the SU, gathered in by the dark in the corners and outside. She played for a long time, solos and duets. Music she's been working on, the image of which she explained was a dog running, reaching out to pull the ground under him. I liked this because to me, the music had felt like motion, movement - good movement when you play it fast, and good memories of good movements when you play it slowly.

But eventually, the warm, liquid falling notes of the SU piano faded and rippled away. But the evening was so good.

I don't want to forget it. I want to remember the details and play them in my head and maybe if I write this down, and post these pictures as evidence to remind me, if I practice remembering, maybe someday when I am old and forget things, it will be one of the memories I am allowed to keep. And when I think of it, it will feel like dogs running - ears back, ducking their head forward, pulling the earth in sheer joy of being alive and everything that comes with it.

I hope I remember the night when our friendship was understood, and when I understood better what that meant. The night felt honest and real and close, like if you knew where to put your hand, you could touch reality and it would feel like what was important in life.

11.19.2006

Writing the Book

When I was in Cairo this summer, Sanaa and I met a girl about our age on the Metro. Rabab spoke way more of English than we spoke of Arabic, and after enough attempted conversation to get us past several Metro stops, she asked for our phone number - classic Egyptian hospitality. It always stunned me how genuine it was, too. That kind of stuff never happens around here. We'd spoken for a matter of minutes, and now we were the best of friends. We hurried to exchange phone information before scrambling to get off of the Metro at our stop.

I never saw Rabab again, but Sanaa got a chance to talk with her on the phone, and to visit her and be visited. It was difficult to find a time to get together because Rabab was always busy with her school work and building robots. She's really smart, beautiful in her dress and head covering, and such a wonderfully kind person. So the guy who works at the place where she gets her robot stuff from must be really lucky.

This is how kind and inclusive Egyptian hospitality can be: we were invited to Rabab's engagement party of sorts. We felt incredibly honored. These sort of celebrations are very important to the families, and for us to be invited was a huge gift. I don't know if she and the robot shop guy were actually getting engaged - I tn it was more of a marking of the beginning of an official romantic relationship.
Sanaa,
you should correct me.

An official engagement is a huge deal. The phrase that means 'to get engaged' literally means 'to write the book,' which I think is beautifully poetic. I wore a black hair tie on one of my fingers as both a backup hair tie and because it kind of looked like a ring - which had the potential of preventing harrassment in the streets. I think one of my students asked me one day if I was engaged. I recognized the words for 'to write' and 'book' and she was pointing at my hair tie ring. But we were copying down words from the board and I thought she was just asking something about that. I don't actually remember how I responded. But it only occurred to me a few seconds later that perhaps that was what she was asking about.

When a couple writes their book, the man comes to the woman's house where all the close relatives have gathered. The woman comes in with a tea tray to offer tea to the man. As he takes it, she looks up and meets his eyes with hers. It sounds rather formalized, but in a culture where men and women do not make mutual eye contact and where family is so important, it gains vitality. Small things that our more casual culture practically takes for granted are loaded with a more profound significance in theirs.

It may seem repressive, but I've got to say, there's something really attractive-sounding about having distinguished, communally recognized sets of interactions.

I couldn't go to Rabab's party because I was going to the end-of-summer-school celebration at Central, which I would not have missed for the world. But Sanaa told me about it when we both came home.
"They held hands for the first time", she said, clearly almost as excited for Rabab as Rabab must have been. "Rabab was freaking out."
They also got to look each other in the eyes. This is a huge deal. In Egypt, opposite genders do not look each other in the eyes. This was very difficult for me when I got there, having been trained from a young age that not looking someone in the eyes when speaking to them was incredibly disrespectful. That's why it was so interesting when Sanaa told me, "Rabab says that's how she knows he respects her - he wouldn't look at her."

This makes a lot of sense actually. There's something personal about eye contact, but I suppose how you interpret that depends on how your culture raised you to think of it. Several of the Egyptian girls we met were rather adherent to their practice of Islam and to the modesty that comes with that practice. In my culture, refusing to look at someone is akin to not recognizing their presence, but to Rabab's culture, I think his refusal to look at her was a legitimate respect for her values and her modesty.
There is value in this understanding.

And before you go and call that such a supressed society,
consider the weight of being able to know officially what gestures or motions have which significance. The language is there, but the words are different. I think there's something really valuable about knowing what things are appropriate when and not trying to push elements of one category into another.

I'd actually been considering continuing to wear long sleeves and not look people in the eyes, but that probably wouldn't have made any difference, and would be more confusion in this culture than anything else, since most people don't have the background of living in arab culture long enough to start thinking of it as normal.

Sometimes more culturally formalized interactions seem like they would be a better societal structure in the long run. Then people would have a better idea of what's going on. Maybe.


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It was actually a different class that may have mistaken the hair tie I wear on my finger for a ring.



This is just before Asmaa took us to see the oldest Moque in Cairo. It was built in 642 and it is beautiful. However, for some reason, they didn't think our heads were covered enough and we got to wear green robes that made us look like large foreigner leprechauns and shone like the surface of chicken noodle soup.


Here we are, dressed typically for us, outside of the Museum in Cairo. In this photo, we are making up for how we can't take the camera inside with us.


This is at the end-of-summer-school celebration at Central. Our teachers are dressed particularly neatly. It was a rather large, important, exciting event. Essentially, it was also our goodbye.


And this is the traditional garb of Americans in tourist traps.



The world might not be ready for The Beduoin Boy Band

11.18.2006

At the Bins

Here's some eye candy to fit between my long posts from Religion class.

I took this one with a friend's cell phone.

It's almost asking for some kind of create-a-caption contest.
If you think of a good caption, you should post it.

Rel 342: on Kinds of Myth, Meals and Power: Paul and the Corinthians by Stowers

This is a much better article summary than the previous, though I should still remember to revise it at some point. We wrote these summaries as class assignments.


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Summary of Stowers' Kinds of Myth, Meals and Power: Paul and the Corinthians

Stowers sets out to consider the lens through which a Hellenistic audience might have interpreted Paul’s message in their context. He first discusses the method of what he characterizes academic Christian Theological modernism and its limitations. He concludes that this traditional approach, though it has accomplished much, leaves some questions of how Paul’s message came across on an actual practical level unasked and unconsidered. Basically Paul’s audience did not immediately agree with him and fall like dominoes into his church, but already had a social context through which Paul’s message had to find consumers. Stowers describes not only what this context was and what it meant for interpreting Paul’s message, but also how Paul worked within familiar social themes in a way that produced an acceptable message.

The main problem that Stowers sees with the academic Christian Theological modernism approach seems to be a tendency to assume that the audience addressed by Paul, in Corinthians for example, is a community – “a highly integrated social group based on a common ethos, practices, and beliefs” – and that it easily became one because the interests of these people coincided neatly with Paul’s preaching. The problem with this approach is that it skips over very necessary, relevant, and practical questions of recognition, interest, attraction, and social practicality regarding Paul’s message. The traditional approach seems to focus on what theological arguments Paul made and what he argued against. But, to the people on the ground level, who are probably less drawn by high-browed intellectual theological arguments in favor of practical religious concerns such as household and family which influence daily living and belief both by physical practice and by the meanings they carry. Stower maintains that while Paul did want to create a community ‘in Christ’, the Corinthians did not actually become Paul’s ideal community and differentially shared Paul’s interests. His reasoning is that there are many less specific organizations of people that do not fit the strict definition of ‘community’ above, the example of the Atbalmin people of Papua New Guinea shows that there is much variance and experimentation of belief systems among new religious groups, and he claims that Paul is a producer and interpreter of myths, not communities (not directly, anyway).

He further argues that the myths produced by Paul centered on kinship and ancestry in a way which people recognized as fit for consumption based on their own current social context of how their religion operated on ground level, practical issues: concern for the dead, kinship, ancestry, and the familiar common meals. Stowers differentiates between these practical, daily-life, taken-for-granted, (doxic) aspects of religion which he claims are centered on location (farm, family, household…) and the fields of paideia in which religion is a system of contested ideas about god and the cosmos which are both intellectual and free from associations with a particular place. Each has a market of producers and consumers that Paul had to navigate in order to find any reception. Paul’s message had to be new enough to be interesting to consumers, while being familiar enough to be interpreted and make sense within their social context.

We find evidence that some in Paul’s audience owned houses and were heads of their household, but as Stowers says, “It would be a mistake… , to think that only elites…might want to be consumers of Paul’s learning and performances.” Even if paideia consumers or producers are generally those who have the leisure to be in the market, anyone with the proper desire and learning skills could potentially be interested in and receive Paul’s intellectual teaching. Stowers considers the Corinthians as a collection of social and cultural differentiations rather than simply a myth and a community to go along with it.

Paul’s focus on kinship and ancestry is evident in the components of Scripture he focuses on: the Lord’s promise to Abraham and its fulfillment in the ‘grafting’ of Gentiles into the lineage (and thus, the inheritance) of Israel. This is possible because all can be united in Christ and into community by the pneuma, rather than by blood ancestry. The Corinthians, however, are not a blank slate in need of teaching. They have their own context, and experiment with the beliefs as demonstrated by how they adapt Paul’s teaching in a way that fits their context, i.e., baptism of the dead. Stowers’ explanation for to this is that both Paul and the Corinthians operate within a ‘web of practices’ that is their way of life, and to think of the logic of their values as embedded within the web of practices. To illustrate this, Stowers describes the Lord’s Supper and the comparable images of the common meal, the meal of animal sacrifice, and memorial meal for the dead, all of which are present in Jewish, Roman, and Greek culture. The related contextual components that arise are: the gender roles in preparing the different meals, the use of bread or meat, observing family and kinship ties, the division of the sacrificial animal’s body, and the oaths to a god ort the god’s dinner (bones and fat) at the sacrificial meal.

With these elements, Paul describes a Lord’s Supper that may be more inclusive of women (who prepare bread meals), observe the one-ness of family and kinship ties in Christ regardless of blood lineage, and a be memorial of a God by absence of sacrificial meat and presence of the bread. Paul did not speak into a vacuum, but into a social context that already had practices of the sort that Paul described, and viewed his message with respect to how they already understood their own practices. An example of how Paul’s message fits in to this understanding is that rather than looking to the oaths or smoke from the sacrifice for judgment, Paul teaches a divine judgment that encourages each individual to judge himself in the same way that one who is about to take an oath by a sacrificial animal would. Paul’s ability to navigate cultural context, write in terms of familiar images, and intellectualize and abstract current beliefs made his myth that much more marketable, though exactly who was consuming it is still a difficult question. Stowers puts forth several hypotheses about the potential blends of ‘elite’ men who would consume intellectual paideia with more practically-minded men, and even a consideration of women’s involvement due to the preparation of the Lord’s Supper.

Stowers has a convincing argument that the Corinthians may be considered to follow general sociological systems and changes when we give ourselves the opportunity to ask questions and allow them to be a different people group than one simply waiting to receive what Paul has to say. As a producer of myth, Paul sought to create a community, and succeeded in marketing the myth in a way that found consumers. In order to practically follow Paul’s religion, members had to recognize enough of his message to find a context of their own with which to consider its significance for their day-to-day living and be interested in, or attracted to it. It is unlikely that they all accepted his message in the same way, since different members come from different social or cultural contexts, and the example of Papua New Guinea demonstrates the possibility for experimenting with fitting a new practice into an already-present belief system and context. Paul’s images relating to kinship and ancestry could be manipulated and understood within the present social context, and were just different enough to produce interest and attraction, even if not strict community adherence.

11.17.2006

Rel 342: on Therapy of Desire

This is not the greatest summary in the world. I was intending to revise it before posting here, but then it will never get done.
So instead, I'll post it now, imperfect, and next time I feel like procrastinating, I'll probably try editing further.


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Summary of the reading from Martha Nussbaum’s Therapy of Desire


In Therapy of Desire, Martha Nussbaum explains the intentions and opinions of Hellenistic philosophers with a focus on a medical analogy approach as opposed to either a Platonic approach or an ordinary-belief approach. She thoroughly explains conditions and considerations that apply to the medical analogy – or therapeutic philosophy. She gives each major school of Hellenistic philosophy an explanation of main tenants, values, and what information each had to go on while discussing how major themes such as the consideration of ‘what is nature?’ fit into the body of considerations that each school had to deal with. She also explains the differences between what we might assume the goal of philosophy or the influence of ‘nature’ means and how the Hellenistic philosophers understood and worked with these broader ideas. However, despite her remarks on how it is necessary to understand the traditions and social context in which a particular philosophy functioned, she offers relatively few references for such context beyond her own explanations. She does offer herself a disclaimer by suggesting that the spread of Hellenistic philosophy over six centuries and two societies is a difficult one to enclose in any explanation or narrative, especially since we don’t have many primary sources beyond a few champions of the major schools of thought.
It is important to recall that though we may consider modern philosophy and ethics to be more concerned with worldly or external matters, to the Hellenistic philosophers, their philosophy was the search for truth, the search for the good, and the search for the good life. Nussbaum takes up the comparison of philosophy to a practice, particularly as that of a physician - a compassionate physician whose art is healing of the human body. The medical analogy then, is that of a compassionate philosopher whose art – the art of living – is for healing of the human soul. She claims that they did not see philosophy as a mode of detached thinking, but as something which was vitally important to living, and which sought to responded to real problems of human misery and suffering. For much of the reading selection, she examines the ways that this analogy compares to other approaches and the ways in which it interacts with major themes.
In order to speak of it generally and not piecemeal for each different philosophy, Nussbaum establishes the medical analogy as a concept important to and inclusive of all Hellenistic philosophies. Despite their differences, important to all three major schools of thought – Epicureanism, Stoicism, and Skepticism – was the internal grasp of the good life. Each of the philosophies sought to respond to human suffering and look for the inner change necessary for living the good life free of suffering.
“In all three schools, the truly good and virtuous person is held to be radically independent of material and economic factors; achieving one’s full humanity requires only inner change (Nussbaum, 11).”
The philosophers were not concerned with the external situations surrounding a person, but rather that person’s ability to stand, consistent with himself, undistracted by outside events, firm in his own appreciation for the condition of his soul and of the good life. The philosophers were concerned with the internal conditions under which people could ‘flourish’. She contrasts the approach of the medical analogy to that of Platonism and ordinary-belief, describing a Platonic approach as observing objectively, and deciding independently of anyone concerned, what the good life is. The ordinary-belief approach suggests that the opinions of the individuals concerned as to the goodness of their own life carry much more weight. Always, the comparison is to a doctor treating a patient. In the Platonic approach, the doctor decides what is best for the patient indifferently to any input from the patient himself. In the ordinary-belief approach, the doctor may inquire, but if the patient claims that their life is good, then the doctor accepts that judgment. The medical analogy aligns itself with the image of the doctor which receives and considers input from the patient, but also recognizes that the patient may not understand what is happening, how far he actually deviates from a standard of health, or know what is best for him.
As the study of medicine is to find cures for physical ailments, so the study of philosophy is to find cures for the lives of individual people. This study of what is good and bad, valuable or invaluable to people, is closely related to nature. But, it’s not the objective, value-free nature that we usually consider to go along with a scientific study. The pervading view was that if humans acted according to their nature, they would flourish and lead the good life. Certainly, politics and society are important to the culture for a people to flourish, but it is also possible that the society will impose false or unnatural norms upon the people that will disorient them from following after their true nature, preventing them from flourishing. And, if people believe what is not natural, misery and suffering will enter their lives as a result of the inconsistency of their own beliefs. Because of the lies they believe from society, they will have confused desires, believing that they want things that are not the best for them. Nussbaum states that some of the debts we owe to the Hellenistic philosophers include the ways they found to consider emotions and passions as well as their exploration of unconscious emotions and desires. The dialectic is one of the championed cures for inconsistent beliefs, if it is taken far enough, with knowledge on the philosopher’s part that a confused, inconsistent patient may be incapable of answering rationally or truthfully.
Passions and emotions (desires) may seem like difficult things to cure with rational philosophy, but Nussbaum points out that the passions arise from beliefs and respond to argument. They are a part of the ‘social fabric’ which is fair game for ruthless inquiry. And, if a society can impose unnatural beliefs upon a people that result in inconsistent thinking and improper desires, then it makes sense that a rational inquiry could cut to the root of a belief system to determine what is natural and what is imposed. Once the patient understood and explored these ideas, the passions and false desires would be modified and cured.
Nussbaum effectively works through the details and implications of a medical analogy (therapeutic) approach to philosophy and the good life in a way that clearly presents its responses to the main topics dealt with by all schools of philosophy such as nature, social norms, the good life, human suffering in a way that explains how each of these themes appeared to the ancient philosophers, and how they understood their interactions. She makes the workings of the analogy clearer by comparing different analogies for pursuing the good life (Platonism and ordinary-belief). The picture she paints of this philosophy and its capabilities in actively changing lives for the better is a beautiful one, but at this point in the book, we remain to be convinced beyond a small collection of relevant quotes, that the philosophy worked this way in practice.

Rel 342: Origins of Western Morality?

I'm in a class called Origins of Western Morality and it's way more fascinating than I thought it would be.

We spent the 1st quarter deepening our knowledge of Hellenistic* Philosophy (particularly Epicureanism, Platonism, and Stoicism). It's the first time I've really gotten into the texts and secondary sources beyond exceperpts or basic summaries. I'm actually finding the themes and philosophies we talk about to be very useful animals to think with (That was a Lèvi-Strauss reference). We began moving chronologically through the Roman merger with Hellenistic philosophy (that blend had some really interesting effects.

I've read Seneca before, but his Romanized Stoicism is so different than the early Hellenistic Stoics) and now we've reached Paul and his New Testament letters. The amazing thing is that I think I can see how the ideas formed and growing in the early Hellenistic philosophy made their way through different generations' interpretations and the Roman empire, infiltrating the general ideas in society what it meant to be a person, what was natural and what the best life was.

And, as it gets more complicated with greater implications on what it means to live, it's interesting that it all goes back to when somebody tried to explain how people were different than rocks and other inanimate things.

I used to actually think that philosophy was boring because there's so much argument over just defining terms (in the math world, we just define things so we know what they are, and then work with them until we get something more useful), and thinking about other possible worlds, and whether or not people can really 'try' something that they know is impossible. I don't really see how these things are relevant or important to the way I choose to live. Maybe you like them, but I get impatient.

So I thought that studying Hellenistic philosophy would be kind of boring and tedious but really,

These guys knew what it was about.

They were trying to figure out what was the best way to live and why. They were trying to figure out what it meant to live in a society and whether that was good. What decisions are important? Should you live in society or not? Why are so many people unhappy? How did that happen, and what can that be changed?

You can feel the pulse in these kinds of questions.

And, they didn't just talk about it - they really tried to figure it out. They tried their ideas, they lived in communities - or alone - or with a few others, depending on what they thought would help them find/understand what mattered in the world.

I wrote in the margin of my notebook (during Linguistics) (10.12):

Oh sad the day
when philosophy became confined to schools & books.

Indoors, it forgets the sun and shrivels onto itself,
falling upon itself for sustenance


This class is really blurring the line between "religion" and philosophy for me, which is great because I've been trying to figure out what I think religion is for a couple of years now.

Last year during Ancient Christianity class, we read something from the... late 300s? 400s? about a Christian ... when I remember her name, I will add it back here ... describing to her brother the merits of the "Philosophy of the things not of this earth."

I love that she thought of it that way. "Christianity" was not always just "Christianity." To me, it sort of represents the days back when Christianity was young, energetic, inspired, with new ideas - and ready to get out there and change the world. You know, before it grew up the rest of the way and got a suit and a desk job with regular hours in a giant office.

Oh, Christianity.
You've come so far,
but what profitith a philosophy that gains the whole world, but loses it's soul?

















Anyway,
I will post some summaries of articles we've read
and eventually, my 20-some page final paper will make it's way on here.
Don't complain - you don't have to read it.
And this isn't your blog anyway.

also, in case your high school didn't teach anything about Greece either,:

*(Hellenistic ~ Greek)

11.14.2006

Tribute



This is just a tribute.

11.12.2006

Luke 4:1-14


Luke 4:1-14


We had a pretty awesome discussion. So awesome in fact, that we will continue on this passage for next week. I don' t think we really concluded anything, but we've got some interesting thought processes going which I will describe here.

When we last met our hero, Jesus was being baptized by John and having a geneology recorded. Then, even though it was the devil who would tempt/test him, it was [the] Spirit who led Jesus into the wilderness (I wrote [the] because apparently there's no article in the Greek). We noticed that Jesus was in the wilderness 40 days, possibly correlated to the 40 years of wandering for the Israelites after leaving Egypt before they came to the promised land. Apparently, Moses also fasted for 40 days and nights before getting the commandments (Ex 34:28).

(Side note: when I was in Egypt this summer, we took a trip out to the Sinai Peninsula and while there is dispute over exactly which mountain Moses brought the commandments from, I was definitely walking on ground that had been previously wandered over by Israelites.)

As long as we're making references, each of Jesus' comebacks is a quote from Deuteronomy. 1) The 'man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God' quote comes from Deut 8:3 while Moses is addressing something relating to the Manna. 2) 'Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God and Him only shalt thou serve' is in Deut 6:13 and 10:20. 3) 'Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God' comes from Deut 6:16 which is a reference to Exodus 17. Apparently, 'tempt' here refers to 'trying the Lord by testing his presence.' There was general bemusement over how Jesus tends to use scripture. Here, he's countering scripture with other scripture. Later, he'll quote scripture and interpret it further. How does Jesus use scripture?

We wondered about the implications of the devil starting everything with 'If you are the Son of God' and what it meant for the human/godness of Jesus to be faced with these things. And the devil also uses scripture so we started talking about what it means that the devil hasn't actually lied to Jesus at any point. If Jesus chooses any of his offers, it will be because Jesus is lying to himself that the thing that the devil is offering is more important (though we haven't gotten around to talking about what exactly is important).

It reminded me of the early stoics and their view that people have messed up lives because society convinces them that certain things are good which actually are not good. But society says they're good so people choose them anyway, mistakenly thinking that society is right. People's lives are straightened out when they realize what things in life are the real goods.

We had a lot of topics out on the floor, and I've probably forgotten some.
But the discussion will continue, so tune in next time when we ask:

Satan? WTF?

Luke 3:1-22

Here's my version of a brief recap of Scripture study for the last two weeks.

2 weeks ago - Nov 2nd

Luke 3:1-22

I don't remember the details of this one that well, but we talked about baptism, it's sources in the Old Testament being part of a cleansing ritual for certain uncleannesses and for bringing in foreigners to the Jewish community and what that could mean for how John's contemporaries interpreted his actions and message. We talked John's baptism and 'repentance for the remission of sins', about 'repentance' being a complete change in the way you go about life, and what it means to bring forth 'fruits befitting repentance' (I think that's how TC's bible put it). So, if the fruits are the actions that go in accordance with repentance, then the actions are not themselves the repentence. It's not just that you change your actions, you change the intentions and motivations that those actions come from. And then, because you've changed your intentions, a difference in actions should follow from that.

We talked about the image of the ax at the root of the tree ready to destroy trees that do not produce fruit, and what that might mean if in preparation for Jesus' ministry and this baptism with fire deal.

We talked about how even though the ax at the tree was a very threatening image, and even though John calls people a brood of vipers, his invitation to repentance is for everyone. Everyone can come to change who they are or who they want to be. They ask John what they have to do - the soldiers and the tax collecters come to ask what they must do, and John tells them. It's not an exclusive club. Even the soldiers and the tax collectors can come. These people groups were like, the scum of the Roman empire in the Middle East. They were the manifestations of the Roman presence/oppression in Jerusalem - the military and the taxes of Rome. But John says that they can come, too.
If you're wondering what to do, but you aren't specifically a soldier or a tax collector, maybe John's message to the general public applies:
And the people asked him, saying, What shall we do then?

He answereth and saith unto them, He that hath two coats, let him impart to him that hath none; and he that hath meat, let him do likewise.

Interestingly, the German House just celebrated St. Martin's Day which is in honor of a saint who shared his cloak with a freezing beggar.


And then Jesus was baptized too. Why? In one of the other gospels, Jesus makes a statement to the effect that it must be this way 'in order to fulfill all righteousness.' Maybe it's a formality, but not an insignificant one.

Tune in to the next email for a continued confusion at what things Jesus as the Son of God (Luke 3:22) finds it appropriate to do.

-Tracy

p.s. I probably left a lot out of this email, but I don't think it's too bad for trying to remember 2 weeks back.

11.11.2006

Thomas, Doubting

I posted about things from 10/22/06 on 11/22/06 - it seemed appropriate since it was exactly one month later. However, I was also planning to post something from 8/22/06 and made a draft on 11/11/06, but I forgot about it. I don't think I want to make this post wait for 12/22/06 so I can forget about it again. So I'll post it now. Today's date is 11/25/06, but it seemed most chronologically accurate to leave the post at the original date of its drafting, as I have not written any more text (except this) since.


8/22

I have been sitting on a bench in the Rhody gardens next to a glass bottle casting a lovely amber shadow.

I was thinking about Thomas and how perhaps he was a character devoted to his Lord, but to an incorrect, incomplete understanding of his Lord.

So devoted was he
that he refused to believe anything else
until it could be proved that the One they spoke of
who they claimed had risen
actually was his Master.
However unbelievable a resurrection,
Thomas knew that only his Master would have wounds.

It's a Loyalty that refuses to believe a better scenario
unless it can be proven true.

I was thinking of this because Nickel Creek's Doubting Thomas song has been in my head a lot. I hear it.

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I took an acorn from the gardens
And prayed for truth
oh, me of little faith

11.08.2006

Mission Statement



I will tell you something about stories,
[he said]
They aren’t just entertainment.
Don’t be fooled.
They are all we have, you see,
all we have to fight off
illness and death

You don’t have anything
if you don’t have stories.

Their evil is mighty
but it can’t stand up to our stories
so they try to destroy the stories
let the stories be confused or forgotten.
They would like that
They would be happy
Because we would be defenseless then.

He rubbed his belly.
I keep them here
[he said]
Here, put your hand on it
See, it is moving.
There is life here
for the people.

And in the belly of this story
the rituals and the ceremony
are still growing.


- From Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko



"As with any generation
the oral tradition depends upon each person
listening and remembering a portion
and it is together--
all of us remembering what we have heard together--
that creates the whole story
the long story of the people."

--Leslie Marmon Silko




Ts'its'tsi'nako, Thought-Woman,
is sitting in her room
and whatever she thinks about
appears.
She thought of her sisters,
Nau'ts'ityi and I'tcts'ity'i,
and together they created the Universe
this world
and the four worlds below.
Thought-Woman, the spider,
named things and
as she named them
they appeared.
She is sitting in her room
thinking of a story now
I'm telling you the story
she is thinking.


--From Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko

More Stories about Cairo

I wrote an article to the Quest about my summer in Cairo, the full text of which can be found HERE. But for further information and some context, I'd like to offer the following links.

  • The Art of Flight, a video made in Cairo about the refugee situation several years ago. There is a direct reference to ArbaA Wa-Noos which is the slum that I worked in. Based on what I saw, it seems like good reporting, and offers a lot of good information on what is practically happening.


  • My Journal updates from this summer (main links are to the Global Urban Trek: Cairo blog)

  • June 25 We are Refugees - (or here at the InterVarsity site)

  • God has Delivered us into Egypt - (or here at the InterVarsity site)

  • July 3 Walk Like an Egyptian - (or here at the InterVarsity site)

  • July 12 City of the Sun (or here at the InterVarsity site)

  • July 18 News! From the Outside! (or here at the InterVarsity site)

  • July 31 Leaving on a Jet Plane - (or here at the InterVarsity site)


  • The following are updates which did not make it onto the InterVarsity site. I am a little upset about this, since I think they contain some information that really needs to get out there. I term them 'Retro Updates' since I finished them once I got back to the States

  • begun July 21 Religion and Some Politics

  • continued Political Floccinaucinihilipilification or a ground-level view of the UNHCR in Cairo

  • started July 10 O-h-n Spells 'Cat' or ... Figuring out What we Actually DID.

    Relevant Links from the bottom of my Article

  • Tukul Crafts, self-reliance for refugees in Cairo (I want the bookstore to carry some of these items).

  • A Long Walk Home – short documentary done by last year's trek, hopefully coming soon to an MRC near you.

  • The Lost Boys
    and the film

  • Article about Mokattam, the Garbage Village





  • Thankyou for listening to a story that I'm carrying for others
    since they are not here to tell you themselves.

    :pi:

    Neat. I was going to delete this post, since it used to say something repetetive to the next one.
    But this is the closest I've gotten to posting at pi time.
    if it weren't for that leading '1'...

    oh well. Here's some Pi music.

    11.04.2006

    Dia de Menos Gatos



    Although Dia de Los Muertos is celebrated Nov 1/2nd, neither of those days was a Friday this year, which I assume is the motivation for the celebrations on Nov 3rd. I was considering going to one celebration which encouraged guests to bring photos of deceased loved ones and thinking about how I didn't actually have any pictures of my grandfathers or great grandmother. In general, I think my family has been blessed with relatively few losses, and none of them recent. So I hope you won't think it disrespecful if instead of people, I write about how on Nov. 3rd, after I'd considered not having pictures of dead relatives, I got an email from my Mom about our cat Simon.

    Have very bad news about Simon. She wrote. He got killed in a hunter's trap.

    Hunters are a problem around my house. The land is mostly fields and forests and although we haven't had much trouble for a while, I remember as a kid my games with my Mom being interrupted because she had to go bargan with the truck full of blaze orange men who just drove into our driveway unannounced. I remember seeing the line of orange shirts walking parallel in formation through the tree line between the neighbor's property and our marshy field area. I remember how we all had to wear blaze orange jackets if we went farther away from the road than our front lawn, and Mom being concerned that they would shoot our sheep or horse or dog. I remember when she came back from planting trees in the field after hunters standing just on the edge of our property line began shooting across at a deer running through our field, despite the fact that my Mom was blatantly, blaze-orangedly, working on our field. They shot so close to her that Mom could hear the bullets ripping the air.
    And there's the blind/tree stand that I'm convinced is a few inches closer to our property every year.

    I understand that some hunters are decent people. My Dad had buddies from work who politely and respecfully asked to hunt on our property, and proceeded to do so responsibly.
    But, my first question as a little kid in Church was, Does God love hunters?
    (The answer is yes. He even loves hunters. I was impressed by this.)

    Mom said that after she noticed Simon missing, she went to look for him and decided to check an area where she'd seen a guy go on our property earlier. She found a raccoon dead in a trap, and next to it, Simon. He looked like he had a crease on his neck and all his claws were broken off. It's difficult to imagine the same cat who meowed annoyingly but was cute anyway with the bite of a trap around his neck - and the same claws which reached up to grab your pant legs in a subtle demand for attention breaking off in a last desperate battle against the solid metal trap. Actually, I can imagine it. But I don't want to.

    We took a complaint against the trapper - apparently he's been trapping there for years. We've had several other cats go missing - Tiger and also Eek, who disappeared last year and, in my mind, was the best cat ever. Probably the same thing happened to them. The Sheriff gave the man a scolding, but there's not much else we can do. Trapping on our property is totally illegal, but if we make too much of a fuss, our dog might mysteriously turn up poisoned or something.

    I'm a little bit frustrated that some of wonderful animals I've known have been snuffed out in such a manner - breaking off their claws while choking out their lives in a lethal trap just because someone decided that it was more important to kill things than to respect other peoples' property. I wonder how many cats that man has taken out of his trap without considering that someone's lap is going to go unwarmed and un-purred upon.


    Message to hunters, if I may:
    Please don't get so excited about killing animals that it becomes more important than respecting the people around you.

    Thank you.

    11.03.2006

    Freewriting: After 8:00 (10.22)

    I'll have to work on my timing: This is something I wrote on Oct 22nd, but I put it in my pocket and was distracted by one of the more amazing birthday celebrations I've ever been a part of, which I also want to write about, but I haven't had time to sit down and do it justice. I could've very easily pulled it out as a "Halloween Special" post or something, but I only thought of looking for it last night.
    It's written on a crumpled piece of yellow scratch pad, and this is as much a move of preservation as of posting.
    So without trendiness or anticipated calendar-relevance comes my response to the 5min freewriting prompt at the Writers' Alliance from the night of Oct 22nd.

    "What's your Biggest Fear?"*

    "It's after 8:00"

    It's dark outside and at night, the world disappears. During the day, the outside world oozes through the windows and even if you're trapped indoors, you can still see something even if it's not real enough to draw you out into what you know are the splendors of frolicking in the sun, you can still look through the glass and remember that another world awaits. The walls you come up against, a hand against the glass, homework on your desk, a doorknob that requires effort in order to move, these barriers are impermanent until psychologically fixed. But always,
    the world outside the
    window grows black
    As if by ignoring it and tending to your own internal affairs, you've forgotten how to see the world outside the window.
    Like some amphibious cave fish, you posess every faculty of traversing worlds,
    if only you would remember.

    This happens every day & I wonder, did the sunlight leave because I used it up? Or because I ignored it out of perception. Now I'm in a room with artificial lighting that buzzes like a mechanical fly. The windows might as well be open to a slate black wall.
    There is no reason to convince myself of the world outside which lies in darkness.

    "It's after 8:00" says someone, as we start to wrap this meeting up. And, for a moment,
    I'm afraid that if I stay inside much longer,

    I will never excape again.

    Though I remember on the way here, I loved the blue coolness of the night on my arms in the same way that I loved the sun's warm glow during the day.

    But nights, you disguise your world so well.
    Your beauty is a quiet, unassuming one

    And for a moment, I was afraid that there existed some magical hour past 8 at which the outside world would disappear,
    And I would press my hands against black windows forever - until I forget & grow blind to the world outside.




    *note: freewritings just happen. They don't necessarily answer the question which prompted them, but they do need something to get them started.

    11.01.2006

    Tarantula Love

    This is a writing exercise I did in April.
    It seemed appropriate for the time interval around Halloween with all its masks and costumes. The first poem is the original. The second is a poem in imitation of the first poem's style. Both were recited together. I'm becoming more of a fan of poetry read out-loud.

    ****

    Tarantula
    Charles Harper Webb

    Time, from my burrow was a string of beads,
    Alternating black-and-cold, white-and-hot,
    Before you came. I was one of a trillion

    Living tips of the spider vine already
    Thriving when your ancestors first wriggled from
    The surf. Then, one dawn – a rumbling

    In the desert. A glow like the sun on a hot
    Day. I started growing. My burrow
    Was too small; I found a cave. I didn’t mean

    To kill the driver of that scurrying black
    Ford. My web was spun, fangs
    Bloody before I could think. Yes, I could

    Think. My brain was growing with my body,
    Senses heightening until I looked down
    On your world like a god. I saw it all:

    Your frantic phone calls, the screaming
    Blonde with her tight shorts and pretty legs
    That made the square-jawed hero accept

    Her “wild stories” as the old sheriff barked,
    “Talk Sense!” To make him believe in me,
    I sacrificed a farmer and his wife,

    The way your old God used to. I pitied
    You the way He must have as you fled
    The monsters you always create.

    No wonder He died! Who could live
    With such knowledge? Your National Guard
    Were weak as ant larvae against me.

    I found the square-jawed one the others
    Followed because he was handsome, and placed
    The word “electrocution” in his brain.

    I didn’t die the way you thought, trapped
    With my eggs in that dark cave already
    Grown too small for me. I led you there.


    *****

    *****

    Your Old God
    Tracy Lynn Mehoke

    Time in your story began with light,
    Alternating morning and evening, the first
    Day, even before there was sun. I formed

    Each star with what you might compare to
    Fingers from my thoughts, back when space still
    Had room to move. I made your ancestors

    A Garden where love was pure enough
    To Eat. They didn’t want that tree. They chose
    Instead a fruit they asked to make them more

    Like me. I cast them out, their lungs
    No longer fit for breathing love without
    Fear. The garden disappeared.

    The ages turned like pages in a story
    That never changes. I looked down as you
    Spread out in a dog-eared world, wanting

    Something bigger than yourselves. But you see
    Only parts of me, which you insist on stitching
    Into a Chimera. I saw it all:

    Your wild stories, your chanting songs and
    Curses in the names of gods you carved,
    Sacrificed according to your demands.

    I don’t blame you for running. I pitied you.
    I wouldn’t want to be ruled by the monster
    You make of me. I could not look

    At my own Son when you cut his back to
    Ribbons, marred beyond recognition
    Of the beauty I asked you to remember.

    My Son walked with you again, this time more
    Like you. He said you were also my children.
    What does it take to get your attention?

    I didn’t die the way you thought, shreds
    Of a man on a cross. You don’t understand
    That behind your patched mask, I am Love.