Concerning Received Opinion
PERI DOXHS

To AKMA's Seabury-Western Home Page

Email me at Seabury

AUTHENTICITY PREMISES
Voice, Authenticity, Style, Politics

Faculty and Administration of the University of Blogaria

University of Blogaria

Prof. of Hyperlinked Humanities, Primus Inter Pares
David Weinberger


Provost and Vice Chancellor of Imaginary Affairs
Frank Paynter Vice President/Development Director and Porter
Wealth Bondage

Registrar
Halley Suitt

Dean of Memetic Engineering and Reader of Thoughts
Kevin Marks

Research Professor of Markup Cryptology
Phil Ringnalda

Murasaki Shikibu and Sei Shonagon Foundation Professor of Early Japanese Literature
Jonathan Delacour

Abraham J. Simpson Chair of Desultory Conjecture
Steve Himmer

Clued Professor of Micro-journalism and Women's Studies
Jeneane Sessum

Prof. of Digital Psychometry
Eric Norlin Prof. of Priapic Ideation
Christopher Locke

Prof. of Comparative Kim Novak
Ray Davis

Ho Chi Minh Chair in Vietnamese Studies & American Poetry
Joseph Duemer

Section 508 Prof. of Web Accesibility and Useability
Mark Pilgrim

Professor of Haemophagy and Laputan Linguistics
Naomi Chana

Harley Davidson Saddle of Comparative Literature
Tom Matrullo

Prof. of Melanesian Hermeneutics
Alex Golub

Prof. of Linguistics
Dorothea Salo

Zimmerman Professor of Music and Poetics
Mike Golby

Senior Lecturer in Tlonian Area Studies and Chaplain
A. K. M. Adam

Szarkowski Chair of Photography
Jeff Ward

Prof. of Analytic Philosophy and Korean Area Studies
Stavros

Alfred E. Newman Foundation Chair in International Blogging Relations
Shelley Powers

Prof. of Gluation and Scissorology
Mark Woods

Professor of Folklore & Mythology
Renee Perlmutter

Crone-in-Residence, Purveyor of Eclectic Mysticism�??�?� and Professor of Rhetorical Ritual
Elaine de Kalilily

Prof. of Fractured Philosophy
Tom Shugart

Director of Music, Blogaria School of Divinity
Tripp Hudgins

House Band
Shannon Campbell

Audio-Visual Guy
Josiah Adam

Campus Cat
Dizzy, at Allan Moult's place

DAILY BLOGS

The Usual Posse
Doc Searls
Dave Rogers
Victor Echo Zulu
Gary Turner
Textism
Jordon Cooper
Elke (Sisco) Zimmermann
Linesandsplines

sacra doctrina

Mike Sanders
ZINES
The Ekklesia Project

Fellowship




Sweeping authenticity before us

Member of the JOHO Curling Team


Wasn't expecting this!





Saturday, July 13, 2002
      ( 11:42 PM )  
Long Day
Another full day here at the Teaching Biblical Greek Consultation, from which you may be relieved that I’m not live-blogging (unless there’s a passel of undetected biblical-Greek groupies out there pouting that I haven’t been recording the wit and wisdom and extravagant behavior of our crew). Today went more comfortably than yesterday, as I was assigned to my computer to fill in some template pages, so I spent the day receiving emails from my colleagues, cutting and pasting and formatting and tracking down diabolically-clever HTML demons. Altogether more satisfactory than yesterday, and more productive (there’s a causal relationship).

Greetings to Marek, back from the hospital. I hope I’ll have some time to respond to the wonderful feedback I got the hermeneutics [pre-]essay (and to post a more nearly finished draft for a last go-round), and to engage with the Happy Tutor’s recent remarks on philanthropy. By the way, sir, I was thinking about making up PDF diplomas for U Blog that we could give away free, thereby knocking the stuffing out of competitors’ second-rate, lucre-grabbing institutions. Permalink -Main Page-



Friday, July 12, 2002
      ( 11:48 PM )  
Hi, Mom!
Well, my mother noticed that I’m blogging, so I’ll have to be even better behaved than I ordinarily can manage. I got all the right forks and spoons tonight at dinner; is that a good enough start?
Permalink -Main Page-

      ( 11:47 PM )  
Demurrer’s Log
I cut loose a mound of blog-thought and asked for responses, and then I took off for exotic Crawfordsville, Indiana, where I’ve been continuously busy (worked through lunch today and all evening) and haven’t had time to answer the very strong probing questions from (among others) Tom Matrullo and the Happy Tutor. I’m trusting them to show me patience, so that I can answer their important inquiries with concomitant seriousness and care.

I did have a brainstorm on the flight from Chicago to Indianapolis (short answer: “a lot like driving”): I’m going to write the essay as a dialogue, which will help me escape the suffocating miasma of academic prose.
Permalink -Main Page-
      ( 11:40 PM )  

Seen From Inside Out
You all know (especially now Dorothea) that I’m an all-thumbs coder, so I have nothing about which to boast. I tinker, and this makes true artisans’ blood run cold. I make do, and desingers wince.I tinker and make do partly because I can’t afford one of the Big Bad page editors, and partly because I mistrust the extra code they reputedly generate (code that I know they used to generate, that a number of readers assured me they’re much better-behaved about these days). But I cetainly envy people who have Dreamweaver, or GoLive, or one of the other big-ticket tools, and I deal with my envy by making a virtue of tinkering.

Today I found myself working with a colleague who relies heavily on Dreamweaver and its WYSIWYG interface, and the experience gave me reason to think that I’m very glad to work pretty directly with code. PageSpinner has always felt like my kind of power tool. This afternoon/evening I kept pointing to the code window and saying, “Why don’t you just put a tag in here?” The nested tables gave me crossed eyes. Dreamweaver was so tremendously powerful that it seemed a waste just to mess with the code—but that’s the way (uh-huh) I like it.
Permalink -Main Page-
      ( 7:50 AM )  

Prayer List
To those who’ve asked for prayers, and to those for whom others have asked prayers, we add Marek this morning, as Jeneane relays news that he’s in the hospital with scary symptoms.
Permalink -Main Page-

      ( 7:46 AM )  
Did I Tell You How Clever I Am?
So last night, after a clean install, after losing a long blog when Explorer coughed and I hadn't yet installed my keystroke saver, I decided to dump a whole mountain of my old extensions into my shiny new system folder—and guess what? One of the extensions was (of course, as if you didn’t know) the corrupted file that had been plaguing me yesterday. So, brilliant technician that I am, I took one extension out and restarted. Same problem. Okay, I took another extension out, put back the first. Restarted. Same result. It took me about four repetitions before the light bulb went on that I should just take out all the suspect extensions, and put them in (if I must) one at a a time. Oh. . . . Now everything’s working fine, and I’ll add my old extensions more gradually.

One of my mottoes is, “Just when I think I’m getting humble enough, God finds a way of indicating I should be a good deal humbler.”
Permalink -Main Page-



Thursday, July 11, 2002
      ( 11:44 PM )  
Hate It When That Happens
You may have gathered from the somewhat haphazard condition of these pages that I’ve been a little, well, scattered for the past few. . . for a while. This morning, I had to regather a lot of odds and ends as I prepared to leave for a conference on Teaching Biblical Greek. (I’ll live-blog it, if you want; I know that everyone’s all about live blogging these days, so I expect to see “Teaching Biblical Greek” shooting up the Daypop Top Forty.) So I got up early, answered some email, blogged a little, packed, did dishes, read the bills, decided which to pay, paid them, biked into town to deposit a check to cover the checks I’d just written, dashed to the Post Office to mail the checks, sprinted to the drug store to buy travel sizes of toothpaste and mouthwash, returned Nate’s overdue book and CD at the library, raced home, cleaned up, changed into travel clothes, called for a 9:30 cab, called David to make sure he’d check our mail, forgot that David is a late sleeper who hadn’t even considered waking up by 9:10, backed up some files incase anything Bad happened while I was travelling, when the cab arrived, ten minutes early.

The driver very politely suggested that I feel free to take my time, but I—always eager to keep things moving along, hating to make others wait for me—decided to just shut down the PowerBook as fast as I could. But for some reason iCab decided to hang in its shutdown procedure, and when I force-quit it, the force-quit froze the whole system. Great. In my haste to speed things along, I obliged myself to reboot and sit through the whole startup process.

Well, that would take too long, so I forced a premature shutdown, and dashed for the cab. I figured I’m a clever guy; I’d boot on the way to O’Hare, survey any damage, fix it with one of the several utilities I always bring along, and be on my merry way.

Except that the forced shutdown had mangled a file in the startup sequence, so that I couldn’t get the thing to boot into my carefully-evolved, customized system. I could boot from a generic CDROM system disk, but not from my own dear hard drive. I tried everything. I always carry DiskWarrior; that did its job, but didn’t fix the probelm. I ran TechTools; that showed no problem. I ran Disk First Aid; nope. All of this took agreat deal more time and perssperation than in this description, of course. I was pretty panicky. Then I looked more carefully at the system-install CD I’d brought, and it was for OS 9.0, the generation before my familiar system (9.1)—so that the older system wouldn’t simply install over the top of the former, newer system. So I had to run a clean install, and now have my PowerBook back in shape, browsing, although without the full, personal effect.

Now it’s getting late (I think—we’re in Indiana, though, so who knows what time zone it is), I forgot the shampoo, I nearly trashed my computer in my haste to not inconvenience a taxi driver, I’m miles from the woman I love, and beginning tomorrow I’ll be talking about how to teach better a course I may not teach again because Seabury’s switching over to adjunct teachers for language classes. Pretty clever.
Permalink -Main Page-
      ( 9:19 AM )  

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Press, . . . ."
To no one’s surprise, I have little use for George W. Bush (except to the extent that it gives Laurie Anderson’s “Baby Doll” new currency). His recent posturing on corporate “accountability” beats all, though, so I felt moved to write a short public statement that would have begun to win a grudging particle of respect from me.
My fellow Americans—
As one corporation after another admits deceptive accounting practices, and as the burden of these lies fall disproportionately on working people, we all have begun to expect more clear and simple, straightforward business practices of our corporations. We expect them to do what’s right, rather than merely scooping upbaskets of cash without regard to ethics or consequences.
As we change our assumptions about what to expect from business leaders, Vice President Cheney and I find ourselves in the embarrassing position of having participated in some of the excesses of the recent corporate frenzy. Our firms have been cleared of criminal wrong-doing, but we realize that Halliburton Corp. and Harkin Energy took part in a culture of corporate misdirection. We wish we hadn’t done that; it would be encouraging if we could stand before you and say that we were utterly pure, untouched by any involvement in uncertain corporate practices.
We were involved in some practices that we now see as ill-advised. Many of our friends and associates profited greatly from such practices. We want the American people to know that recent events have brought us to understand the grave errors that our corporate culture has promulgated, and we want to bring those practices to a stop, for the benefit of the US economy, the world economy, and especially of the hard-working citizens of the United States.
That wouldn’t be much—but it’s still a lot more than Oily George was willing to say this week.
Tom Matrullo says I left out the part where they both tender their resignations. Whoops!
Permalink -Main Page-



Wednesday, July 10, 2002
      ( 10:23 PM )  
Linking Blogs
Denise blogs a discussion with Glenn Brown of Creative Commons. If you’re among those of us who’re furiously determined to fend off the Disneyfication of the ’net, go read Denise’s informative notes—thanks, Denise, for sharing them with us!
Permalink -Main Page-

      ( 4:22 PM )  
Hermeneuts Ahoy!

Okay, I’ve had enough of feeling blocked about this stupid essay. The sure-fire way for me to feel motivated to write, as you all know, is for me to say something here, and to need to respond to your comments and criticisms. So I’m sketching the premise of my essay for you now, so that you can needle me and make me write it out. Please don’t try to set me straight; it’s too late for that. Understanding that this is the essay I’m going to write, do please point out dimensions of the argument I may have overlooked, slighted, assumed-but-not-argued, or just plain not foreseen.

Okay: the premise is that especially in biblical studies, the predominant hermeneutical tradition has come to hold that there is one meaning to a text, that this meaning corresponds in some deep way to the author’s intention in composing the text, that (again, in the field of biblical studies) this finds confirmation in the importance of God’s unambiguous communication with humankind (the Reformed doctrine of the perspicuity of Scripture as the leading case in point), and that here philosophy (E D Hirsch and Jurgen Habermas are the lead roles) and theology (God’s clear communication, and the unity of God as reflected in the unity of meaning, and even the Holy Trinity reflected in the communicative participants of author, audience, and text) converge to assert the singleness of textual meaning. I’m calling this integral hermeneutics, to point toward the integration and singleness of text and meaning.

Some folks argue that a plurality of meanings is a Good Thing, and that integral hermeneutics promotes an unreasonable suppression of interpretive variety. Innumerable arguments avail against this position, and it’s not very interesting. I’ll call it pluralistic hermeneutics, and let’s not talk about it much.

A distinct group of biblical critics argue that textual neither integral hermeneutics nor pluralist hermeneutics suffices for understanding the practice of textual interpretation. The integral approach presumes that the “meaning” dimension of a text really exists, and can intelligibly be discussed, even when it’s systemically unavailable. Moreover, if there is meaning of a text, we’re at a loss to determine what it might be, since few people seem to agree on the meaning of precisely the texts about which we get most het up. Even such presumably helpful guides as “scholarly consensus” change from decade to decade (if not from year to year).

Instead of integral hermeneutics emphasizing the singularity of meaning, these scholars attend to differences among eeven the wisest, most learned, holiest of interpreters. These advocates of differential hermeneutics maintain that “meaning” need not be defined in terms of authorial intention (or perhaps more precisely, “not in the intention of the historical agent(s) whom we belive to be the authors”). On this account, the meaning of a text is radically underdetermined: from the roots up, the text holds back the information about “an author’s intention” that might justify the integral position. Texts present their interpreters with nothing but face value; from this face, interpreters propose varying expansions, illuminations, enhancements, clarifications—but these belong not to the meaning of the text, but to the interpreter’s imagined sense of what the text means.

Thus the interpretive variety that continually inhabits the field of interpretation isn’t a gilt-edged insight surrounded by numerous more-or-less misguided errors from which the truth can’t readily be distinguished (a necessary conclusion from the premises of integral hermeneutics). Instead, the differences among interpreters reflect differing assessments of what might count as a legitimate interpretation, what the pertinent elements of evidence might be, what contemporary cultural influences are so proper as to seem natural, and which confuse contemporary concerns for the concerns of the interpreter. This third approach to interpretation takes difference in interpretation as its primary datum, and works from there to construct a coherent approach to interpretation. Hence, I’m calling it “differential hermeneutics,” and the work of the essay is to give some sense of the strengths and weaknesses of integral and differential hermeneutics relative to one another.

In the context of this essay (a volume of essays on interpretation and ethics), I intend to foreground the ethical foundations of the two approaches. For instance, integral hermeneutics concentrates on the ethical obligation to attend to the author’s intention, and on the necessity of ascertaining the meaning of the text in order to adjudicate claims about the text and its importance in ascertaining how best to understand the Bible. This orientation produces a fairly clear and intuitive theory of biblical interpretation, but one with a variety of practical drawbacks that generate constant controversy. On the other hand, integral hermeneutics stumbles when it comes to explaining why, if there’s a single definable meaning to every text, ver seem to get there. Wouldn’t we be so close to having figured out what all those biblical texts mean, at this point, to make biblical scholarship pretty much redundant? Or at least, wouldn’t one expect biblical scholars to be somewhere near agreement on the meanings of their texts?

But take two of the most eminent scholars on the Sermon on the Mount/Plain (“Mount” in Matthew, “Plain” in Luke), the late W. D. Davies and the local Hans Dieter Betz. Here are two of the most learned men on the planet, authors of lengthy and dense tomes on the Sermon, and as far as I know they exemplify what is best about Christianity. But the two men take markedly divergent approaches to the Sermon (I’ll spare everyone a catalog of the differences.) . Both can’t be “right”; if one is right, the other has made a significant mistake in evaluating the meaning of the Sermon. But how are we common readers to know which of these scholarly giants gets the Sermon right? These men draw on erudition that I’ll never come close to; if we follow the integral approach to hermeneutics, I’m left to make my best estimate of which position to adopt. I’ll think hard about it, and weigh the scholars’ arguments, but in the end my allegiance to one or the other will be less-well-grounded than either of the scholars’ dissent fromthe other. That’s not clear enough, I think. I mean, Betz disagrees with Davies with reasons stronger than those I can muster for supporting Davies; I just don’t know the material as well as Betz does. But I still think Davies is righter.)

Then add someone like D. A. Carson to the mix: likewise very intelligent, but with a perspective on the text that diverges sharply from Betz or Davies. Who has the presumption to claim that she or he knows the text well enough to adjudicate a three-way head-off of these top scholars? Few of us, if any, is in a postion to determine which of these interpreters is right (in an integratl-hermeneutical sort of way); but we have a great deal at stake in knowing whose interpretation to follow.

The ethics of integral hermeneutics have been ably laid out by Hirsch and Habermas (throw in the speech-act philosophers for good measure). Granted that meaning inheres to a text, then doing anything other than following the meaning of the text entails departing from what the text means (he said redundantly). We owe it to the authors whom we interpret, to one another (as we inhabit a world of mutual interpretation), and to God (who as Author of all things pretty much gets the decisive call on what everything means) to reserve the terminology of “meaning” for that which is proper to meaning: the integral coinherence of the authorially-intended import with the text.

This makes it hard to explain interpretive difference without suggesting that ones interlocutors are ignorant, insane, perverse, or beclouded (while one is, oneself, blessedly innocent of those afflicitons). On the basis of integral hermeneutics, I have a hrad time explaining why so intelligent a man as Betz would disagree with Davies. I can suggest that he just doesn’t know the rabbinic material well enough, or that too much exposure to Greek magical papyri has addled his brain, or that (all appearances to the contrary) I’m smarter than he, or that his academic context(s) have (mis)led him to place a higher value on Greco-Roman gentile literary and historical models than to Palestinian-Judaic models. But all of these imply some weakness or deficiency on Betz’s part, somce deficiency that I (presumably) escape, so that I can diagnose it in others. If Betz unwittingly falls prey to one of these pitfalls, however, how am I to know that I too am not misled? Disagreements among leading scholars (and scholars over the ages, since no interpretive answer seems satisfactorily “timeless” ) constitutes one of the major strikes against integral hermeneutics.

Differential hermeneutics, on the other hand, takes as its point of departure the empirical fact of interpretive difference. We (for I identify myself as a proponent of differential hermeneutics) can explain respectfully and satisfactorily the disagreement between Betz and Davies: Betz knows the Greco-Roman material in and out, was trained to regard the Greco-Roman world as the primary cultural context for interpreting early Christianity, realizes that too few interpreters of the Sermon on the Mount are themselves thoroughly acquainted with the comparative material that Betz knows well. For these and numerous other reasons, the Greco-Roman hypothesis commends itself to Hans Dieter Betz. W. D. Davies, on the other hand was early on impressed by the “outsider” status of Nonconforming (non-Anglican) Welsh Christians, with whom his sympathy evidently identified the Judaism he knew and respected. He knew the Judaic sources in great depth, and studied under circumstances conducive to recognizing Judaic dimensions of early Chistian thought, and in his early work bhe provided a key provocation for Christian theologians to reassess their markedly negative, distorted assumptions about first-century Judaism. (And I, as a partisan of Davies, should own that I knew and respected him, that I grew up in a Jewish neighborhood and was utterly at a loss to imagine why anyone would hate my friends, and I have devoted some academic energy to rooting out the residual anti-Judaism in my students—often to little or no avail.)

So there are plenty of reasons for different interpreters to reach the divergent conclusions they do. Does that, then, make them both (or “all”) right?

As the Apostle says, “By no means!” Many criteria provide rich and resilient ground for mounting the case that one interpretation is better than another. The difficulty is that the importance of these criteria will always themselves be more or less controverted. Especially the relative priority of these criteria will generate dissent. (That ought not count against the strength of differential hermeneutics, though, since exactly the same condition pertains to integral hermeneutics.) Critical interpreters can readily assess and evaluate interpretations; they can even refer (casually) to some interpretations as “right” and others as “wrong,” though the force of these expressions will the more akin to “most convincing” and “quite dreadful” than to “corresponding to the author’s intention“ and “veeering away from the author’s intention.” Differential hermeneutics does not entail interpretive anarchy, but a discourse of intepretation whose bounds are set not with respect to an unattainable, perhaps illusory point of exact correctness, but by the common judgment of leading interpreters and of the constitutencies that support them.

Such a model might clarify the circumstances that elevate Prof. X as the greatest expert of his generation on the Sermon on the Mount, while she is never read at all at Y University (because her interpretive premises differ too sharply from those indigenous to that particular academy). Likewise, interpreters might more sympathetically study the work of medieval exegetes, or of cultures whose sense of “correct interpretation” differs from those of the dominant culture. Differential hermeneutics articulates the reasons that particular scholars often tend to derive interpretations that cohere wiht their denominational beliefs, or with their cultured disdain for Christian faith; these are not necessarily instances of pernicious bias, but may more charitably be explained as the outworking of an interlocked set of suppositions that impel the interpreter both to think a particular a/theological position most convincing, and to support a congruent exposition of the biblical text.

Differential hermeneutics can invoke theological premises in support of its position as well as integral hermeneutics can. They can point to biblical hermeneutics in the early church, which tolerated a bounded diversity in interpretation. The patterns in the earliest biblical interpreters, for instance, suggest that practitioners regarded plurality in interpretation as an ordinary state of affairs. Augustine famously acknowledged (rough quotation), #8220What could God more graciously and abundantly have provided than that the same words might be interpreted in different ways, so long as they are concordant with the teaching of other passages of Scripture?” Indeed, the Judaic tradition—which no one ought to suppose light-hearted about the meaning of the Bible—has managed admirably to sustain disciplined discourses of biblical interpretation and of interpretive authority while at the same time accepting the persistence of difference in interpretation. Likewise, the Orthodox Christian churches have upheld the value of reading the Bible through the Church Fathers (a gesture quite contrary to modern Western Christians’ inclination to dismiss patristic exegesis in words close to Milton’s: #8220Whatsoever time or the heedless hand of blind chance hath drawn from of old to this present in her huge Dragnet, whether Fish or Seaweed, Shells or Shrubbs, unpicked, unchosen, those are the Fathers”). The strongest argument for integral hermeneutics comes not from an ecumenical consensus of theological thinkers, but from Western, mostly Protestant theologians. To an extent, then differential hermeneutics is more catholic and Orthodox, since it points to the unity of God in its faith that "right" interpretation is comprehended among many varying proposals in God's charitable grace (is God's unity in doubt?). Integral hermeneutics is more protestant in its focus on "correctness" which sometimes itself provokes schism (virtually necessarily when so much depends on getting Bible or doctrine or whatever right). Oddly, the position that aims at a universal hermeneutics for yielding an unambiguously singular meaning thereby ensures that its conclusions will be increasingly local.

I have to do some odds and ends, then go to sleep. Here are some other points I’d want to make, by title:


In a certain respect, these two aren't antithetical. The unity of meaning (on a differential account) lies entirely beyond the present order- but don't deny some sort of unity. Similarly, integralists don't deny plurality nor do they (usually--but sc. Southern Baptist seminaries) wish by main force to impose their interpretive conclusions.

Differential proposal does better at comprehending integral than theirs does ours.

Can integralists uphold their position without implicit eurocentric privilege? Can they account for divergence without implicit hermeneutical imperialism? Emphatic implications for mission: unity of presence of Christ lies in church (with all its varying interpretations) not in the text.


Please consider these thoughts frozen in incompleteness. I’m going to sleep before I fall face forward onto my desk..

Blogger was down (again) for a while this afternoon, so I coded most of this in by hand. Boy, I wish status.blogger.com were quicker to explain what’s going on and what the prospects might be. Movable Type, here we come.

Permalink -Main Page-

      ( 9:13 AM )  
Look Around
Get to know Dorothea even better by way of Frank Paynter's latest interview, and give an artist a break by checking out Jeff Ward’s online gallery show, “Invisible Light.” If I make some progress on The Essay this afternoon, I may even blog some ideas later.
Permalink -Main Page-



Tuesday, July 09, 2002
      ( 10:28 AM )  
Small Pieces, Trampled Underfoot
David Weinberger, with characteristic self-deprecation, highlights the Washington Post’s hatchet job on Small Pieces, Loosely Joined. I don’t have any small gifts lying around, loosely to join to DW; and I doubt that any positive words from allies will palliate the review’s sting. I know that course evaluations work that way, where the one student who says “Prof. Adam was annoyingly dull, and his attempts at humor only made things worse” outweighs any dozen who say, “Prof. Weinberger was the greatest!”

On the other hand, the Post really does rubbish David’s book. The reviewer makes it out one of the most atrocious wastes of literary energy in human history. But really, it can’t be that bad; the reviewer must just be working out the opportunity to shoot cream pies at what he takes to be an easy target. The deprecatory remarks about Cluetrain suggest whence he was starting.

The reviewer says, “Weinberger has a little trouble connecting these airy generalizations to the specific details of life as it is lived online and off—in part because he doesn’t seem to have any real curiosity about how others make sense of their worlds.” Wasn’t DW’s “real curiosity about how others make sense of their worlds” one of the noteworthy features of the book? (It’s been a while since I read it, but I remember wishing David spent less time conversing with people about how they make sense of their worlds, and more time telling us what was going on inside his own head.)

And in the end, anyone who uses the “monkeys-at-typewriters” trope must her- or himself be pretty hard up for originality and literary judgment.

I didn’t see anything in the review to make me doubt the wisdom of making Small Pieces one of the required-prereading texts for the conference I’m convening in August, and early feedback confirms that decision. It’s too bad that the Post appears in a big, influential market; but (even discounting us punters) David has some pretty enthusiastic marks from some pretty knowledgable and well-placed reviewers in his right-hand column of links. In a battle of the Davids, I’m picking Weinberger over Futrelle any day.
Permalink -Main Page-
      ( 7:16 AM )  

Tip of the Hat
I just recollected that I should go examine the wonderful standards-compliant, CSS-based version of my blog page that Dorothea so generously designed and fine-tuned. It’s an eerily precise reproduction of the compote I’ve inflicted on the reading public here—I feel like that dramatic moment in suspense movies when the protagonist looks behind the villain’s curtains and sees (dramatic chords here) himself!

It’s an impressive instance of art reproducing mess, and what’s best of all is that (a) Dorothea can explain why things look the way they do, whereas when I edit my page I take a sort of “Let’s see what happens if I put this tag in” approach, and (b) now I can start introducing changes step by step, in an intelligible, controllable way. That, after all, is one of the tremendous virtues of CSS, as I understand it (and to appreciate the power of CSS you need only go to Mark Pilgrim’s site, or to one of the other sites that permits visitors to choose the layout and appearance of the page through alternative CSS calls). I’m sure glad I don’t have anything else to do this summer. . . .


Yesterday brought some email from readers who wanted me to talk more about the relation of e-learning to classroom instruction (you can bet on that, perhaps even this afternoon depending on how My Wicked Essay treats me) and also from Steven Shields, who had observed some overlap between my comparison of online and physical friendships (on one hand) and what he had said on the topic a couple of weeks ago. This is one of the delights of blogging; I might have had this conversation with my friends (say, at SPU last week), and Steve with his friends (at Grace Community Church), and in the physical world neither of us could have known about the other. The online world permits us to have these conversations in public, where we can run into one another and perhaps learn a thing or two.

Steve linked to Pete Townshend’s online tour diary, which threw me back to my undergraduate days when my roomates and I knew that Pete was articulating the Truth about life, the universe and everything—or at least, about adolescence, love, and the complications that surround growing up and not-growing-up. This was the pre-portable era, kiddies, and we would listen to Quadrophenia as loud as we could in our apartment, and in the car while driving to Popham Beach or Reid State Park, and remember what “I Am the Sea” or “Bellboy” sounded like. Call me an old geezer (I know my daughter does), but I like it better that way.
Permalink -Main Page-



Monday, July 08, 2002
      ( 9:21 PM )  
Hot, but Not Under the Collar
Shelley demonstrated the need for Threadneedle the most effective way: she started a thread that has spread out in so many different directions that no human agency has any business trying to track it down. For the time being, I’m simply citing Shelley’s own most recent post, and the particular posts to which I’m responding.

Many of the conflicts and disagreements seem to involve divergent construals of “anger.” If we were to drop the word “anger” itself out of our blogthread and require one another to use different (more specific) words to identify the emotions and motivations we’re describing, we might find less dissonance around the table. Some of the “anger” that some folks have defended sounds right about the level of “persistent annoyance” or “exasperation.” On the other hand, the blind rage that other correspondents question surely merits concern more than approbation, and “fury” and “rampage” might extend beyond the range of the health and well-being benefits that Shelley alleges. While the experiment that Shelley describes may have issued in torpid inanition, “learned helplessness,” there are other alternatives to anger.

For the record, the saints teach us that “wrath” (rendered “anger” in some sources) counts as one of the deadly sins. That doesn’t mean we’re forbidden ever to lose our cool, on pain of damnation (that itself would surely provoke my wrath). It describes a condition of the soul, an irascible temperament, or (in technical Catholic usage) a desire for vengeance, especially a vengeance disproportionate to the wrong that was suffered. Both definitions probably don’t fit the positive, motivational kind of anger that Shelley describes; I’d be surprised to hear that the Bird defends vendetta or pissiness for their mental health benefits.

Scripture gives what sounds like a plausible middle course: “Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger.” That counsel allows that people have plausible cause for annoyance, but that when we let annoyance or dissatisfaction become a way of life, we risk devolving into indiscriminate resentment.

Margaret points out, too, that “anger” has attained dangerous currency in the playground of “ideas that lots of people can nod somberly about while identifying your problem,” in this case saying that Rigoberto “doesn’t deal well with his anger.” Now, if Rigoberto slugs people (on one hand) or stonily denies that anything ever pushes his buttons, we may have a case there. But an orthodoxy of anger has decreed that people (women especially, I gather) ought to blow their tops at regular interval just to show that they have a healthy anger. I guess I’m pretty close to that model; I have temper flares every now and then, and get cross sometimes, but am usually a laid-back guy. But that’s part of the reason I sympathize with Margaret’s suspicion of the “good-anger” model—I doubt that I should be held up as an exemplary wrath-dealer.

Here’s a way forward: if people typically think of you as a patient, kind-hearted person, you can probably afford a helping or two of anger. If on the other hand people think of you as a simmering kettle of irritation, then anger may not be the surest way forward to wholeness. No denial, in other words, but neither should we feel quite justified in going through life with yells and carping our primary coping strategy.


Oh, and it’s sweltering around here. My cool is definitely lost. I just got in from giving Bea, Fierce Warrior Puppy her evening promenade, and some of the edge is off, but earlier this evening Margaret and I were out walking and we felt hot breezes. That really gets my goat; breezes are supposed to be cool, it’s in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights or something.
Permalink -Main Page-

      ( 3:28 PM )  
Scattered Communications
Much going on in Blogaria. It was a pleasure to drop in on Juliet’s blogia this afternoon after a long talk about some work she’s doing on reading, technology, and the Gospel of Matthew. Jeff Ward confesses to theft in appropriating my “Blog in Prog” motif—but where there is no intellectual property, there can be no theft. Still, it’s kind of him to nod in this direction. I should say at this point that I don’t often blogback at Jeff’s site, mostly because his work is so very rich that if I were to start, I’d never be able to extricate myself from the lovely cornucopia of ideas and images that he offers us. (May I make a request, though? The present page design doesn’t make it easy to tell whether permalinks refer upward or downward; might you associate them a shade more firmly with one direction or the other?)

Yes, Mike, I’m feeling better, though I haven’t made enough progress on the essay yet. On the other hand, it takes a lot of chutzpah for me to talk about stress in your presence. Thanks for your good wishes.

I’ve seen Jordon Cooper’s name in my logs from time to time, but have visted only rarely; since the Cooper/Shugart blogroll brouhaha, I’ll have to include Jordon on my blogroll when I next edit the template (translation: “I would do it today, but I feel too busy to fiddle with another editing field in Blogger”).

The same, by the way, applies to Elke (Sisco) Zimmermann; a couple of backward glances before, but blogroll (and bookmark) tomorrow. Elke has actually expressed an interest in being identified, at least coffee-mug-wise, as a student at U Blog.

My outlook on blogrolls, for what it’s worth, has less to do with the sites I actually visit every day (I use bookmarks for that) or even the sites I recommend to others, but more to do with the social network in which I find myself and my friends (as Mike Golby blogged)—all the more so since the University of Blogaria has made my blogroll less a matter of personal choice and more a matter of voluntary association.
Permalink -Main Page-



Sunday, July 07, 2002
      ( 2:23 PM )  
Learning, Seminary, Church
Andy Chen at Kumquat linked to an article at e-learning and added some pithy comments of his own, which seemed especially a propos since I’ll be going to a technology & teaching conference in a month. The e-learning article quotes Bill Horton as attributing the problem with most e-learning courses to their pedagogy, defining pedagogy as “methodology used to teach children” (sc., “as distinct from adults,” for whose learning educators use the term “andragogy”). Kumquat adds that he has learned the most about technology in situations where there’s least distinction between teacher and student, where there’s no correct answer. He concludes, “Traditional classwork may provide a base of knowledge in an area, but I can read a book for that. The real world is much more complex than what a book can introduce. The real world is continually exploring and evolving. Online learning should not shackle community interaction by restricting communication to broadcast models.”

These observations pertain to seminary education and to church life in general as well. At Seabury, we teach people from the ages of just-out-of-college to past-retirement, and we devote considerable energy to pedagogical questions. Some of what I’ve learned from this includes the following notes.

One, not only do adults learn differently from children, but young adults learn differently from older adults. I haven’t yet seen the approach that resolves all instructional problems relative to age-related differences. Add to that the problem of addressing the varying ways that different learners of any age range grow in understanding, and the odds stack up heavily against the teacher who tries conscientiously to smooth the path of education. That complication doesn’t let anyone off the hook; giving up in despair only aggravates the problem. But whenever someone retails the new improved approach that’ll make the Big Difference in teaching adults, I keep my hand on my wallet. Everyone learns in a variety of ways that differ from everyone else’s variety, and everyone arrives in my classroom needing (and being ready to learn about) a different portion of the spectrum of topics that my course might cover. An adult student who knows absolutely nothing about the Pauline epistles will learn differently from a young student who knows a bunch already, and both will learn differently from an older student who knows a lot, from a middle-aged student who knows a little but desperately wants to learn more, from a middle-aged student who just wants the damn degree, from a young student who doesn’t yet know what to want, from an older student who wants to learn much but no longer has the capacity to retain material. And they’re all in one classroom.

That applies all the more when students and teachers focus their attention on the teacher as the anointed efficator who succeeds when students learn happily, and fails when anything else happens. Teachers are intensely important—but truculent students who want to be entertained, to attain expertise without inconvenient effort, to learn what they need without admitting that they need more than they want to, such students can thwart the Wonder Woman of teachers, the Superman of instructors. And they can without blinking blame the teacher for their failure.

Two, one major part of the failure of e-learning courses comes from the fact that they’re treated as courses, as quantifiable units toward certifiable expertise. Learning doesn’t happen that way in the non-scholastic world (as Andy’s experience corroborates). The case of e-learning exacerbates the incoherence of treating learning as a conveyor-belt commodity, but we won’t get anywhere toward resolving these problems until we breakl free of the stranglehold that our present model of certification holds on the social imagination.

I know full well that I learn most and best on my own terms following my own interests. When my interests and my terms align with a teacher’s, then I learn a vast amount from her or him (and despite my recognition of what’s going on, I often attribute all the positive effects of that interaction to the teacher’s agency). But I learned a great deal about probability theory when I was in high school by studying and thinking about baseball statistics (this was the pre-Sabermetric era, when vast amounts of baseball could be better understood with only a smattering of probability theory). Don’t ask my math teachers about how good a student I was; I was a terrible student, but an outstanding beginning scholar doing independent work on meaningful baseball statistics. (As it turned out, I found that people like Bill James had done all that work better, deeper, and more precisely, and I was happy to extinguish my candle in the presence of their floodlights.)

Margaret and I have been home-schooling our children on precisely this premise. The best teacher is intellectual hunger, and the best course is one that follows one’s intellectual hunger—or as St. Augustine said, “Unfettered inquisitiveness, it is clear, teaches better than do intimidating assignments.”

Conveyor-belt education immediately limits the teacher’s range of usefulness in countless ways, by determining that everyone studies the course topic for the same duration, on the same pace, and receives a unilateral evaluation that determines whether the student’s learning counts toward the goal of a Degree. (Woo-woo!)

E-learning might outflank all these problems, but once we can it into the commodity model of “courses,” we engage all the neuroses and disabilities that beset the conventional classroom models. Good teachers can break down the conveyor-belt dilemma, but the cost in energy is fabulous, the risks are high, and the institutional rewards are often no different from the rewards offered to conveyor-belt teachers.

Three (you do remember that this is part of a sequence of points, don’t you?), churches (and academies and, I suspect, businesses) like things this way because this approach to education and certification comes closest to a quantifiable, controllable process. Do you have a Master of Divinity degree? Then you’re okay to lead a congregation, whether your M.Div. comes from Harvard Divinity School or the the Grace L. Ferguson Airline and Bible Seminary. (And the assumption of which that sentence seems to be guilty, that HDS will somehow automatically be a better institution than GLFA&BS itself constitutes part of the problem). Do you have three credits in Church History? That’s enough. Do you have ten credits in Chritian Ministries? That’s enough. No matter that I may have known nothing whatever about church history when I started, learned little, and expect never to give the topic a second thought after I graduate; no matter that you actually had years of experience working in a parish, had perhaps grown up in a clergy family, and had worked as a hospital administrator before you started seminary—it comes down to the credits.

But breaking away from the controllable-conveyor belt would take too much imagination and accountability. I might have to say, “Despite your degree from HDS, I’m not sure you’re ready for ordained ministry,” or “You may have struggled at GLFA&BS, but your wisdom more than warrants your tackling this ministry,” and having to deal with the consequences of that discernment.

I’m rattling on too long with this monologue; you-all probably have helpful refinements and corrections. Just don’t call on e-learning courses to solve the problems that belong to the very notion of “courses,” or blame unimaginative teachers for not doing what their industry discourages them from doing, what (in fact) it’s set up to inhibit.


The Head Lemur kindly seconds my remarks here (with dire warnings about what they entail relative to my academic future) and pointing to his own concordant sentiments recorded here.

By the way, e-learning columnist Kaliym Islam spells the term “androgogy,” though I believe the preferred spelling is “andragogy.” It sounds rather grand when he describes the term as “spurious neo-Greek for adult learning,” but the term is no more “spurious” than any other neologism (such as “neologism”). I wish I felt more confident that this columnist on education and e-learning knew well what he was talking about.
Permalink -Main Page-
      ( 1:27 PM )  

Greek addendum
Paul Baxter of DeaconPaul suggests that blogging as a topic might fairly be represented in Greek as blogia. Malista! One’s blog as an entirety would be a blogos, of course (masculine, second declension). A definitive sort of blogger—the Really Big Bloggers, like Dave Winer or Rebecca Blood—could be a βλογοτης, blogoths (that “h” representing an eta, hence an “ee” or a long-“a” sound); that differs from a blogwn because just anyone can blog, but for some people it’s a vocation or an identity-marker. The latter category get a word of their own. Anyone who learned from a teacher would have been a μανθανων, a learner, but only one of the few might have been a μαθητης, a student, or a disciple.

Dorothea wonders where I learned my Greek (Unicode); that was from the extraordinarily helpful chart by Adrian Roselli at evolt.org, where I’ve learned much and not-learned (because I’m just not ready) even more.
Permalink -Main Page-




All times are local.
Local times may vary.
Minutes do not expire.

A. K. M. Adam
That which we have not yet bothered to imagine is not therefore impossible.
He seems like a nice guy.

Has he written any books?

Would he come speak to us?

Where the elite blog to save the world
archives:


Random thoughts that rattle out of the vast spaces that concentration and memory should occupy, but don't.

Powered by Blogger