Raptor ready

I’m pretty certain I saw a peregrine falcon yesterday, even though we are on the limits of their range as reported by the RSPB: in any case, a fairly large falcon with pointed, scimitar-shaped wings and a long, largely straight tail was hunting over a meadow just north of Audley End house. I watched it for nearly five minutes as it gradually ascended. I was wearing polarised sunglasses so the colour was uncertain but what I saw were areas of silvery pale on the breast and body. It was definitely not a kestrel which is smaller, has straighter wings and a less strait tail. Nor did it fly like a kestrel, which tends to move briskly between hovering stations. This bird was ranging over the sky. It had a single call repeated in burst of five or six in two different pitches which is not on the RSPB site but less dissimilar to one of their peregrine posts than anything else. But if it was a peregrine, where is it nesting? The country round here is notoriously short on cliffs and even skyscrapers.

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Oh Frabjuous Day!

Susan McCarthy, sumac on the Well, has started a blog. She is a wonderfully shrewd and witty observer of animal behaviour, not least when the animal in question is H. Sapiens sapiens though in her hands the second sapiens is an ironic distinction.

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more feedback needed

I think I have changed the feed links over. If you get this in an rss reader, then your transfer to the new blogging system has worked. Please drop something in the comments to say so: obviously I can’t ask people for whom it hasn’t worked to complain.

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Rowan being sensible and thought-provoking

It’s a pity that Rowan Williams made such a fool of himself with the Sharia lecture. He has said some interesting things since then, which no one will take any notice of; some of them are in his lecture on human rights. To the extent that this has been noted at all, it is because the Church’s only role in the matter is to deny the human rights of gays, women, and so on to the jobs they may want. Now, it seems to me a grotesque mistake to suppose that a policy of denying practising gays places in the priesthood is the same offence as urging that they be jailed or killed for their activities. Both are wrong, but only the Nigerian policy violates human rights. There’s no such thing as a human right to a particular job. I’m doubtful that there is any meaningful right to employment, either. But it certainly makes no sense to talk about a human right to be a bishop.

I’m a sucker for anyone who has absorbed Alasdair MacIntyre, and Rowan has certainly done that. But the most thought-provoking part of his speech comes in his argument about how the Christian view of human rights developed from Christian interaction with slavery. I think this encapsulates all the most attractive aspects of his thought, and draws together two of his central ideas: that truth emerges to the Church over time and through experience, and that bodies are made as instruments of love. Both of these have obvious relevance to the gay debate, but he uses them in the lecture in a much less political way:

The principle that has been established is that the human body cannot in the Christian scheme of things be regarded as an item of property. It is not just that I have an ‘ownership’ of my body that is not transferable, though some moralists (including a few recent Christian writers) have tried to argue something like this; it is rather that the whole idea of ownership is inappropriate. I may talk about ‘my body’ in a phrase that parallels ‘my house’ or ‘my car’, but it should be obvious that there is a radical difference. I can’t change it for another, I can’t acquire more than one of it, I cannot survive the loss of it. The body – and this is where Aquinas and the tradition associated with him significantly refuses to accept a separation of ‘soul’ and ‘body’ as entities existing side by side – is the organ of the soul’s meaning: it is the medium in which the conscious subject communicates, and there is no communication without it. To protect the body, to love the body, is to seek to sustain the means of communication which secure a place within human discourse. And so a claim to control the body absolutely, to the point where you could be commanded to deny your body what is needed for its life, would be a refusal to allow another to communicate, to make sense of themselves. The ultimate form of slavery would be a situation in which your body was made to carry the meanings or messages of another subject and never permitted to say in word or gesture what was distinctive for itself as the embodiment of a sense-making consciousness.

And, as usual when he is making these points, one wants to argue a lot. In particular, I want to ask when the soul arrives and when it departs. Without, if possible, wandering into the swamp of abortion, we might ask what are the necessary attributes of a body which render it able to communicate and make sense of itself. When do they arrive? When do they leave?

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A farewell to MT

This is the first post written into the new live wordpress version of the blog. I started getting mysterious errors on the MT installation and it was all just too much. I think I have mostly reproduced the old layout, which I liked, on this one. Below the fold, some detailed nerdy notes on all that went wrong. I know there isn’t a flickr sidebar yet. I’m working on that. Comments welcome; first thing we note is that there doesn’t seem to be a below the fold.
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I forgot to mention

the best thing about travelling to Lapland as I will be doing: the dates. I am off on the fifteenth of July and not back until the fifth of August. This means that I will be about two thousand miles from the nearest Anglican bishop, for the entire duration of the Lambeth Conference, without a phone line, and with only very intermittent reception on my mobile, which will in any case be switched over to a Swedish payg card. Believers in god may suppose that I will also be 2000 miles closer to him than I would be in Canterbury.

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Travel notes

The first time I went to Sorsele, where the picture at the head of this page was taken, I flew to Stockholm, took the night train to Östersund, and then a bus for six hours up the 45. The next time, I drove myself the whole damn way from Saffron Walden. Last year I was too busy writing about it to go at all. This year I think I have discovered the best way of all: I will fly to Gothenburg, catch the night train up to Östersund: eleven and a half hours, with a first-class sleeper all to myself: it even has a shower; and then take the lovely slow toy train up the Inlandsbana to Sorsele, which is six hours in much greater comfort than either a bus or a car. What makes this really marvellous is that I don’t have to be rich to do it. The night trains on Swedish railways are not only much nicer than cheap air travel, they are now only a little more expensive. The whole trip comes in at less than £450, and I have found a way to fly from Stansted to Gothenburg that doesn’t require me to enrich MIchael O’Leary. It is a little more expensive, though not much if you have, as I will, a bag full of fishing tackle and camera gear, and there’s a change in Berlin, but that seems to me a detour well worth making to get around Ryanair.

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The artist stands ready to serve his community

This picture is a hjortron, or cloudberry. There are many pictures of hjortron on the net, but that is the one which best, I think, illustrates a proposal made by Tord Pettersson, an artist in Gällivare, who thinks the 45 road up through the depopulated regions of inner Lapland is dull. So he wants to put up a sculpture at one of the rest stops: a two meter high phallus with a giant cloudberry on the top. “It would provoke a debate even in our liberated time”, he told the local paper and “draw attention to the mulitfaceted role of the artist”.

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A fair sex trade mark

I was browsing through the small ads for prostitutes in the local paper when I had an idea that could transform the industry and dispel the unease which might afflict potential customers who think it is something degrading to everyone involved, deeply involved with organised crime, and rather too disgusting to be carried on in public.


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Anglican Anorak post

The Sunday programme asked me to say something about women bishops, so I thought I had better read the report so enthusiastically splashed by the Times on Tuesday. It is, I think, noticeable that nobody bothered to follow up the Ruth Gledhill splash. She has reached, or she is fast approaching, the Chris Morgan zone: you can go to the newsdesk and say “it’s a Gledhill story” and they will stop demanding that you stand it up. It is of course technically true that the Manchester report suggests that there might be special, non-contiguous dioceses where the opponents of women priests might congregate; the next step would have to be for these bishops to demand their own primates. But I don’t think there is a cat’s chance in hell that this will actually happen. It has been put in the report because that is what the Conservative Evangelicals want (and what they have been working towards for the last thirty years or more). The rather less conservative evangelicals who now run the Church of England, people like Tom Wright and John Sentamu, are not going to surrender so much of their power.

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