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Saturday, April 20, 2002
      ( 9:10 PM )  

Recital Day

Today the family concentrated on Nate's big Senior Recital, a benefit for St. Luke's Church. We had myriads of tasks to square away--Margaret cooked and stage-managed, I designed and printed a pretty program, and picked up Margaret's sister Jeanne, Si scared up a DV camera, Pippa kept everyone light-hearted. Jeanne's plane was scheduled to land at 2:45, and was supposedly running a little late; the recital began at 4:00. It takes an hour to drive from O'Hare to the recital site. We cut it close, but arrived on time.

Nate played a fine, sensitive, beautiful recital and talked sweetly with all who came to hear. The program included:


Prelude and Fugue in B flat Major, BWV 867 -- J. S. Bach (1685-1750)

Sonata in C minor, Op. 13 (Pathétique) -- L. v. Beethoven (1770-1827)
I. Grave — Allegro molto e con brio
II. Adagio Cantabile
III. Rondo. Allegro

Impromptu in C sharp minor Op. 66 (Fantasie-Impromptu) -- F. Chopin (1810-1849)

Rhapsodie in G minor, Op. 79 No. 2 -- J. Brahms (1833-1897)

“Pour le Piano” Suite -- C. Debussy (1862-1918)
Prélude
Sarabande

Dance in Bulgarian Rhythm No. 6 (3 + 3 + 2 / 8) -- B. Bartok (1881-1945)


He played something by Gershwin (sorry, I'm the family Philistine; I can only tell you it wasn't from Exile on Main Street) as an encore.

The food tasted delicious, the guests mingled and conversed with grace and enthusiasm, the whole shebang exhausted us, and we're going to bed early. Tomorrow I ought to feel theological and garrulous; I should peaceblog tomorrow. Good-night. Permalink -Main Page-



Friday, April 19, 2002
      ( 10:40 PM )  

Two debts

One to Tom and Steve, for follow-up on the postmodern discussion (thanks to them for their responses); I wish I were with Tom for Bloomsday in Sarasota, and Steve for Burns Day in Boston. I also owe Mike and Shelley and Doc a few words about peace. As David Weinberger says (and if you're missing his and Nathan's travel writing, you're missing a lot), "Let's just see how it goes."
Well, I blogged the postmodern response; peace tomorrow, if I have the time.
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      ( 9:29 PM )  

How mo Po can you go?

Steve and Tom have offered enticing responses to what I've said about postmodern theory and my vocation as a theologian. David W. has given nothing but the feeble excuse of an intercontinental voyage.

Let's begin, then, by agreeing (all of us) that "Neener! Neener!"-ism isn't worth the time it takes to deride. There! that was easy. (Actually, Margaret and I just like saying "Neener, neener"; we'd never said that before we read Tom's blog, but now it's a household meme. I just said it to Margaret a second ago to drown out some of her comments on seminary life.)

I frequently encounter the vexing circumstance, however, that a point I regard as Neeneristic seems vitally important to someone in a Sunday morning adult education class; and a truly important nuance (as I see it) seems neeneristic to some less sophisticated theoretician. In Tom and Steve I've been blessed by kindred spirits who create the comforting illusion that important stuff stands out unambiguously from surrounding details. In other settings, though, I get into arguments over the neenerism of this or that detail. And part of my appreciation of postmodern theory derives from its usefulness in helping me to explain why stuff that just cries out to me "This Is A Big, Dumb Idea!" lures insightful critics into scholarly blind alleys--and why scholars who have active, rewarding careers at the forefront of the profession can look with mild pity at me for my misguided postmodern dalliances.

This perspectivalism inspires some to suggest that "Well, you can have your atheistic perspective and I have my faith, and you can't fault me for believing," while others suggest that since we manifestly can't live as though everything were a matter of perspective the whole (perspectival) postmodern endeavor fails the practical-reality test, while yet others object that admitting any degree of perspectivalism undercuts thebasis for faith in God. These objections carry considerable weight, probably more than I ought to try to wrestle with. Nonetheless, it's seemed to me that one version of perspectivalism offers me an intellectual resource for respecting other folks' arguments while at the same time permitting me to remain unconvinced.

An example: virtually all the scholarly literature written on biblical interpretation operates on the principle that "if you don't agree with what I'm saying, you are either ignorant, or perverse, or muddle-headed, or insane." Hardly any published position allows for the possibility that the topics about which biblical scholars argue do not admit of simple resolution. Hardly any published position allows that the very idea of what counts as evidence itself constitutes a tremendous proportion of our interpretive practice (so profound a part of that practice that the specific interpretive decisions we reach have already been largely decided by the positions we take on what counts as evidence).

This last point touches on two of my favorite theoretical works. One is Questions of Evidence, a collection of essays from Critical Inquiry that look at how "evidence" has been defined in various disciplines in connection with diverse questions. Over and over, essayists show that the evidence cited as compelling reason to believe (or doubt) in one generation no longer carries any particular force in the next--though the conclusions for which that evidence served may carry over. (On this, see also Mark Cousins, "The Practice of Historical Investigation," in Post-Structuralism and the Question of History, ed. Derek Attridge et al.) And Jean-François Lyotard has (in The Differend) shown how many of the most important questions we tackle depend on the terms by which we adjudicate them.

Does this mean that we can't form judgments? Does it mean that since there's probably some context that would back up any old claim (there must be--otherwise Ph D students would run out of possible dissertation topics), that nothing is true, and anything permitted? No. But it does mean that, once we articulate the basis for our judgments and the rationale for adopting this and this and that position on critical issues, life-and-death issues, then by George we're accountable, radically accountable for the claims we stake, for their implications, and for our integrity in staking those claims. We can't slough off our responsibility by saying "Everyone knows," or "It's only natural," or "No one really believes. . . ." Someone doesn't know, "natural" according to whom?, someone really does believe--and hard as we try to insulate ourselves from criticism, those ignorant, unnatural, credulous people don't go away simply because they're inconvenient for our arguments.

For instance, a number of warbloggers have gotten a lot of yardage out of claims that the present War Against Terrorists We Don't Presently Support enjoys universal support, that it's natural and obvious that the USA should take military action against nations where terrorists operate, and that no on really believes there would be another way to address terrorism. Such claims relegate pacifists and concerned liberals and "lily-livered libertarians" to discursive non-existence.

My postmodern inclinations, far from paralyzing me in the face of abyssal indeterminacy, help me to understand that wise, thoughtful, erudite thinkers may have well-thought-out conclusions that diverge from mine--while at the same time sticking to the arguments and reasons and convictions that, in the end, I can't leave behind.
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      ( 9:09 PM )  

Peace

Too much to talk about, and I'm up past my bedtime. Margaret doesn't let me say anything significant after 11:00.
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Thursday, April 18, 2002
      ( 5:24 PM )  

Quickly, now

So Blogger calls Jeneane "chickadee," too? Phooey; I thought it was Evan's pet name for me.
Over at Blogtank, Kevin suggests that the Anglican/Episcopal Church's Book of Common Prayer would be a good candidate for a hypertext makeover. That's an idea some have been struggling with, Kevin, and it has a multitude of dimensions--just the sort of discussion our hyperlinked world ought to be having. Unfortunately, while Kevin blogs, "PowerPoint is certainly not an answer, but database-driven publishing could be," PowerPoint is almost exactly where matters stand at this stage. But some of us are in there pitching.
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      ( 5:08 PM )  

Complex is as complex does

When (at Denver's suggestion) I suggested comparing the complications of the Web to the complications of an ecosystem, I was thinking of something more like a tropical rainforest, full of life and death and sex and violence and beauty and harmony in unanticipated places. But Dorothea proposes a more apt--though less exhilarating--comparison; she suggests that we regard the Web as a sort of slime mold, wherein "leaderless communities of relatively untutored individuals self-organize to adapt to their situation, and in the process create something larger than themselves" (from Steven Johnson's Emergence: The Connected Lives of Ants, Brains, Cities, and Software).

Yes, well. As a metaphor it works--but it tends to put me right off blogging. Yuk.
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      ( 4:46 PM )  

Enough is enough

I've said my share of complimentary things about Mike Golby in this weblog--his politics, his prose, his capacity to find Bob Dylan lyrics appropriate to absolutely any human endeavor and some inhuman--but sometimes you have to draw a line. I restrained myself when, in the course of an otherwise mildly entertaining essay he cast some casual aspersions on the land of my ancestry; after all, I haven't been there for a year and a half, and then only for two weeks, and never before--and he was rallying with Gary Turner, Maister PorridgeBoy to you, Mike. But now he's toying with Gary's mind, belaboring the porridge humor, and dragging Gary's spouse into it.

So consider this a word of warning, Golby--if you don't shape up and lay off the Scots, your brain may be in for worse torment than captivity in Gary's web page. I shudder to think what you'd be like after listening to a twenty-hour theological disquisition delivered in a phoney Scots burr by a deracinated wannabe Glaswegian. . . .

And by the way, I don't eat oatmeal, and (as a vegetarian) I don't even think about haggis.
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Wednesday, April 17, 2002
      ( 3:09 PM )  

Convergence--the good kind

In the last couple of days, two correspondents (Steve Yost and Denver Fletcher) harked back to the good ol' "metaphors-for-the-web" topic in intersecting ways. Denver got to me first, observing " it seems to me that perhaps an interesting and potentially useful notion might be to consider it in terms of something more complex than itself, like an ecosystem for example." I was flummoxed by the idea of "something more complex than itself," but Denver clarified that he meant "let's make an analogy to something more complex than what we're trying to describe, rather than our usual habit of using something simpler"--in other words, let's compare one complex thing to another complex thing, not diminishing the complexity of the phenomenon we're trying to understand in order better to understand it.

Does that makes sense? In other words, he's (rightly, IMHO) reminding us that to the extent that the metaphor simplifies the complexity of the Web, it falsifies the comparison. Part of what's important about the Web is just the complexity and the extent to which we don't already understand it.

I liked the comparison to an ecosystem--but let's raise the metaphor an order, since as we construct the Web, we're both making it simpler and more streamlined (on one hand, through "portals," better search engines, more refined protocols) and also complicating it (by adding more capabilities, more carrying capacity, eliminating timelag, expanding the locations from which we connect). And we're doing the simplifying and complicating in unpredictable ways!

Steve pushes on a theological point about perspective, noting that although we can't apprehend theological truth through our own hard thinking or precise reasoning, we are not in the same position as squares trying to understand a cube (I was referring to Flatland, one of my favorite mind-changing books). Steve reminds me that there's a revelatory connection of some kind between God and humanity, and he's quite right there. The difficulty remains, however, in discerning just what is revealed, and whose account of that revelation we can rely on. Quoting myself from Steve's blog(!?), we " take a deep breath and a best-estimate and stake everything on that (the difference in proportion between what we apprehend and what's at stake in our estimate perhaps accounts for some of the heat that theological controversies generate)."

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Tuesday, April 16, 2002
      ( 8:26 AM )  

Mo or Pomo?

Plenty of times, readers perpetuate sterile debates over whether this or that phenomenon is really modern or postmodern or premodern or whatever. Few of these arguments deserve high-stakes attention, but they're almost always interesting diagnostic devices for checking what a given reader means by "modern," "postmodern," or "whatever."

So when I read Rushkoff's allusion to Joyce as postmodern, I felt a momentary temptation to take that as a warrant for questioning whether he has a clue about Joyce--but I decided just to keep quiet. Joyce appears to me to represent the very furthest reach of high modernism, the point at which the incoherencies and self-contradictions that inhere in the modern project fold in on themselves. So I was deeply relieved this morning when Tom Matrullo came in with unsolicited backup on this point, and a W. C. Fields allusion thrown in for good measure. I'll leave the modern/postmodern argument to him, but even as I side with Tom I should acknowledge that I share Derrida's deep fascination with Joyce. I've been known to say that if I'd read Ulysses before I started seminary, I'd have gone for a degree in Literature rather than Divinity--though in Joyce the two rivers run so closely that one risks pedantry in trying to distinguish them. Joyce's characterizations of theology sound to me as the heartfelt appreciation for, even almost wistful love of, what he cannot affirm and respects too much to fake. I'm delighted that this topic surfaces the day after Tom blogged about Nietzsche, another of the profoundest observers of Christian faith.

And another part of what I love about Joyce (to return to the main subject) lies in his anticipation of much that excites me about postmodern theory. Nonetheless, as with theology so with the postmodern condition, I sense Joyce to be telling the truth from the opposite side of the thinnest of crystalline panes--I can agree with almost everything he proposes, but I'm not there nor can I be there. I wish Rushkoff gave some sign that he had the least sensitivity to what Joyce was about, but sentences like "So in march the post-modernists, from James Joyce to MTV, who learn to play in the house of mirrors, creating compositions and world views out of relativities" do little to bolster the confidence of anyone who has ever appreciatively read Joyce or watched MTV.
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Monday, April 15, 2002
      ( 9:48 PM )  

Ooops--excuse me!

Just when I was beginning to get comfortable here with you all, Douglas Rushkoff informs me (via his blog, discovered thanks to wood s lot) that I'm only just catching up to Descartes, Copernicus, Darwin, and Freud.
The most profound impact of modernity is that we can no longer base the authority of our religious testaments on history; our myths and our Gods are refuted by scientific reality. We lose our absolutes, and the sense of certainty they afforded us.
Well, shut my mouth. If Rushkoff were generous enough to document his claim that theologians are not even near coping with postmodernity, that our God is refuted by scientific reality, and so on, I'd be nearer enlightenment I guess; until he makes explicit the ways that he understands theology, epistemology, postmodernism, and science better than I do, I will have to make my way without the benefit of the loss of my faith. After all, I'm sure he wouldn't want me simply to take his word for his claims.

"The jaw drops, the eyes widen, the mind opens." Snappy closing line--too bad he seems, on the basis of this summary, so grossly uninformed about the topic on which he's pontificating. I wouldn't want to begin trying to refute his assertions without a clearer sense of what he's arguing, so don't tempt me.
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      ( 6:27 PM )  

Now I See

Now that David Weinberger has set off for China, I may finally have figured out--I think--why he resists the idea of the internet as a medium.

I had been thinking, "The Web serves as the medium for the transmission of web pages, etc. The page is the informaion, and the Web is the medium." But yesterday afternoon, the coin dropped as I was stuck in traffic behind an ISP service van, and I realized that when we talk about "print media," we're not usually talking about the paper and ink industries, but about the communications complexes that use paper and ink to transmit their stuff. By the same token, then, the Web wouldn't be an "electronic medium"--the various agencies for web publishing, from self-important to humble, would be the media. The Web would just be--there.

In defense of my earlier apprehension of how we should think about these issues, I had been thinking of a simplified terminology in which the medium was distinct from the message, such that water is the medium for the surf, air is the medium for shouting, and likewise, the Web was the medium for blogging.

I'm not sure whether I'm persuaded that one way of addressing these matters works better than the other--but at least I have an inkling why one would take David's position. Unless I'm wrong about all this. Permalink -Main Page-



Sunday, April 14, 2002
      ( 10:03 PM )  

Yes, I suppose

Victor's quite right; I didn't make a strong case against the use of sermon illustrations. Moreover, he shows that I failed to make myself clear at an important point of differentiation--so I'll try briefly to respond, while at the same time allowing that we may have come to a difference in sensibility rather than a disagreement about the roots of homiletical ethics.

Victor suggests as his bloggery unfolds that I would banish from sermons any trace of narrative enrichment. Far from it! I'm mostly interested in the snippets of narrative that, detached from particular context, are on offer to dress up whatever homiletical point you may be making (Victor: " I never make a point without using at least one illustration. This may be in the form of a quotation, a joke, a 'Chicken Soup for the Soul' type story, an anecdote, or a personal example of the application of the point being made in my own life"--I have no general objection to "personal example," I'm ambivalent about jokes and quotations, and the "Chicken Soup" and "anecdote" categories are liable to mark my no-try zone).

I was about to go along, item by item, to explain in detail my objections (if any) to each of these rhetorical devices. That would convey the false impresion that I would apply a blanket condemnation for their use, though. I don't abjure any use of these devices at all--I simply observe that they're hard to use well, such that moderately-skilled preachers may fare better if they recuperated from addiction to illustrations.

Let's take jokes, for example. I don't mind jokes. I like jokes. But jokes, badly told, annoy; and jokes well told threaten to eclipse their homiletical context: "I don't remember what Abby was preaching about today, but I'll never forget that joke about the widower and the florist!" Most preachers I've heard--and I except Victor, not only because I've never heard him preach, but because we know him to be an accomplished speaker--show no sensitivity to either the craft of joke-telling or the effect that a joke has on the flow of a monologue. As a result, I frequently hear perfunctorily-told jokes at inappropriate junctures in already-shaky sermons. That frustrates me, so I say: "I advise against trying to tell jokes in sermons." I esteem myself a pretty fair wit, but I steer clear of jokes when preaching. It's extremely hard to predict how a joke will go over, and there's a lot to lose if one's homiletical momentum falters.

That being said, I may hear from dozens, or two, readers who relish the side-splitting jokes their pastors tell, whose hearts ache at the sentimental stories their pastors tell, who shed a tear at all the correct hanky moments.

Victor also suggests, obliquely, that the alternative to preaching with sermon illustrations involves preaching to head only, not to heart. That's just quite wrong, and I'm sure he would want to fine-tune the claim if I gave him a chance. I use very few of the devices Victor cites, but I rely on humor, on listeners' personal experience, on their sense of how the readings from Scripture intertwine with the liturgy and with their situation (and the congregation's). Without getting into the details of my compositional praxis, "anecdote" and "illustration" rarely if ever appear, but narrative, exempla, and a wide variety of rhetorical devices whose names only Jeff Ward remembers feature prominently.

But it's getting late, and I have a full day tomorrow, including several hours in which I'm scheduled to bi-locate. Whee! Thanks, Victor, for taking the casual observation seriously and for making me (in turn) think hard about illustrations.
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