Better than Crufts

The venerable Dr Clifford Longley who was religious affairs editor of the Times for twenty years, has let rip at his successor, a Ms Gledhill, who has been doing the job ever since, in the letters page of the Catholic Herald. This is a delayed response to her ridiculous, and much ridiculed, front page splash about the Anglicans and Roman Catholics uniting.

I suppose an excitable tabloid reporter, with no knowledge of theology, religious affairs, or English history might, with imagination at full stretch, just about draw the conclusion that Ms Gledhill offered.

I have to say that this is a little unfair. It is true that Ruth works on a tabloid and that she is a fantastically excitable newshound whose tail wags her whole body whenever she’s on the scent of a story. But I have known her stop, and think, and back away from publishing untruths. And I don’t think Clifford understands the implications of “tabloid journalism” when he goes on to say that it is part of the responsibilities of a specialist news correspondent, in quoting such a text, to apply an expert understanding of the context and history of the matter in order to offer an interpretation that is in accord with the intentions of the writers, as they may be discerned. Those skills are no part of the duties of a tabloid reporter. All tendencies to exercise them are discouraged by the management. This is what Ruth meant when she said to accuse her of sensationalism was to pay tribute to her news-writing skills. She works on a mid-market tabloid paper.

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I should be working but

I cannot resist a story in Dagens Nyheter about a fight in a Dutch lorry which was parked in Växsjö, a small and not overwhelmingly interesting town in Småland, a large and not overwhelmingly interesting region of southern Sweden.

In any case, the firm of van der Kwaak was delivering flowers. One of its lorries parked for the night on Wednesday: at three in the morning, the police were summoned because the lorry had crashed into an electricity sub-station some distance away. In it they found the driver; on the ground nearby they found, and recovered, his nose, and one of his ears. Both had apparently been bitten off. The passenger, who is suffering from “severe internal injuries” has been charged with attempted murder. So has the driver, who is a 58-year-old Dutch citizen. Both are male, but nothing is known about the passenger, who is still in intensive care.

There is in fact a new media hook: I found this through a PR story about Twingly, a blog searching service which allowed DN to link automatically to a photograph on a local blog which shows the crashed lorry, though not, alas, the ear. This is quite an encouraging example of the way in which newspapers and blogs can interact, though, like all technolgical fixes, it can obviously be gamed. If DN automatically links to blog stories based on keywords, there is nothing to stop the local fascists blogging heavily about, say, a race riot to get their side of the story over.

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HIgh water

It really has been a filthy wet winter. I was down by the Cam yesterday and the little river, which two years ago in March looked like this

looked instead like this

These are, as near as I can manage, pictures of the same trees from the same vantage point.

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String theory

I threw away the palm pilot this morning. It still worked if I took it to bits every six weeks and reassembled it, a voodoo which restored the touch screen to touch sensitivity, but I have just got a new phone which will store as many addresses and is smaller. Along with the Palm, I threw away its mains charger, its USB charger for connecting to the computers, and four different widgets to connect the mains charger to the wall in different countries. It was a start. However, as the man who gets to recharge the family’s batteries, and I am speaking without any metaphorical intent, I still have on the floor chargers for one music player, five mobile phones, two laptops, and two cameras. Another camera charger has gone missing.

Then there are the cables to connect all these things to the computers. All the phones, of course, have different connections: that’s five cables straight away. None of them will fit the cameras or the music player, so there are another four USB cables for that. USB stands for Universal Serial Bus. That’s why none of them fit any of the sockets for the other ones. On the other hand, they are almost all of them black, to make them harder to distinguish from each other.

Elsewhere on the desk there are two sets of small headphones, both black, but terminating in different and incompatible plugs.

I know I could, and will, get rid of the fifth mobile phone, though it goes against the grain to throw away something that works perfectly well. The other four are all necessary – one is my foreign (unlocked) phone, and one is my domestic one; the other two don’t belong to me.

But this still leaves the problem of how to sort all these cables. All I want is to be able to see and collect quickly the cables that I need when I go away. Would ziploc bags, neatly labelled, be the answer? The true zen method would be to buy one more of everything, and keep the spares in my backpack. This doesn’t appeal either. Does anyone have a system that works?

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The Rabbit that ate the moon

Some of you may have wondered what happened to the moon last night. Materialists claim that it was all a result of cosmic mechanics — a clear instance of bias, typical of the BBC. But last night, out on Hadstock Airfield, I saw the real reason. It was the cloud rabbit nibbling at the moon which made it disappear. It took a long time, but then the moon is a lot to eat, even for a very large rabbit. But it is a shy beast, and has hidden below the fold to digest until the next eclipse.

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A small thought about Rowan Williams

The first conversation I ever had with him, he seemed nostalgic for the Orthodox church. He was, as a young man, attracted to Catholicism. Now he believes in the Anglican Communion: he has told the synod that he cannot give up this belief. What all these things have in common is a negative. He doesn’t believe in the Church of England. He doesn’t believe that a national Christianity is possible or right.

Some years ago, I made a joke about how, at the end of a century when intellectuals had sold their souls to every conceivable totalitarian ideology, he was the first to sell his to the Anglican Consultative Council. But I think we misunderstand his Christianity if we don’t see that it requires some kind of supranational body to make sense. American, liberal Christianity doesn’t. At least, for them, the USA is a supranational body. This is at the root of +RW’s policy towards them.

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That Gledhill sensation

Monday morning and the Times hasn’t splashed with the news that Jesus’ body has been found in Israel. So perhaps they have learned something. It is, on the other hand, the lead item in Ruth Gledhill’s blog. I see also that John Allen, in his NCR diary, had a go at Ruth’s great reunion story. He has chapter and verse out of the report itself shooting her story down.

Also, Damian Thompson has started a blog, in which he introduces himself as someone once described by the Church Times as a blood-crazed ferret. This is not entirely accurate: I stumbled by chance on the original quote while searching for “wombats” on my hard disk this afternoon. It read there is no one any longer who can match Damian Thompson’s imitation of a blood-crazed ferret which was so impressive when first he burst upon the scene; even Damian no longer tries. But his stories are better now, too.

But it was followed by something for those poor bastards trapped at the synod this week to meditate on:

As I look around my colleagues and friends and think of them settling to their desks, surrounded by the highest of high technology: the computer to tell them everything about anything, the mobile to shout at a press officer with, the laptop carrying 302 versions of Solitaire, I am reminded of nothing so much as the last shattered and dispirited remnant of some tribe of hunter-gatherers who have slumped outside a deserted petrol station in the outback. Disease and time have thinned their numbers terribly. All of their widgets and web sites are no more than an aborigine’s digging sticks. Every morning, they survey the dismal heap of dull-coloured envelopes, in front of them, as their spiritual brethren survey the wide and ochre-coloured desert. Every morning they have to decide where in this hostile wilderness there might be something nourishing, some few juicy maggots that they can bring home to the hideously scarified tribal elders huddled round the news desks. Of course, the aborigines at least have hope. If all else fails, they can take refuge in alcoholic despair and no one will notice. This is not the case for modern journalists.

That was a bit of a press column from February 2001. Thank God for Islam and Richard Dawkins.

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Small news item

Tom Butler calls for the dissolution of the Anglican Communion (and I am rude about sundry primates) in this World Service programme. Bloody Realplayer, I’m afraid. Shortwave listeners can probably get it on their real radios some time today, but it has already run in the UK.

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A drive-by

I know haven’t been blogging much. I’ve been busy, and will be at least until Easter, with bookish things, earning a living, and so forth. I’ll try to manage little bursts of entertaining procrastination from time to time. Here’s one.

I spotted an important mistake in the First Things review of Dennett’s Breaking the Spell. I’m not a big fan of American right-wing Catholic intellectuals, and their tone of pompous weary condescending omniscience but this makes some decent points and, as I said, one instructive mistake:

The social and personal effects of religion, even if they could be proved to be uniform from society to society or person to person, may simply be accidental or epiphenomenal to religion. And even if one could actually discover some sort of clear connection between religious adherence and, say, social cohesion or personal happiness, one still would have no reason to assume the causal priority of those benefits; to do so would be to commit one of the most elementary of logical errors: post hoc ergo propter hoc — “thereafter, hence therefore” (or really, in this case, an even more embarrassing error: post hoc ergo causa huius –“thereafter, hence the cause thereof”). In the end, the most scientists of religion can do is to use biological metaphors to support (or, really, to illustrate) an essentially unfounded philosophical materialism.

I think this genuinely misunderstands an important part of selective processes, and that is the role of death. It is death or the repeated rounds of winnowing in a selective process which allow us to assume fitness for purpose in what survives. Post hoc ergo propter hoc is indeed a fallacy the first time something appears. But it is no longer a logical fallacy when something reappears over thousands of generations. When one sees, for example, strongly conserved gene sequences, there is no logical fallacy involved in assuming that they have been conserved because they serve some function.

I know I am ignoring the question of whether one can in fact observe this process in cultural evolution — though in practice no one entirely does: it would be surprising to find a contributor to First Things who did not believe that monogamous heterosexual families were more successful at raising children than the alternatives — but as a general statement about evolutionary theory, that particular criticism of Dennett fails entirely. Also, “thereafter, hence the cause thereof” my arse.

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Since the Reformation

I have always suspected that the number of stories Ruth Gledhill has covered which involve something being the first, or greatest, of its sort since the Reformation was remarkable and this morning, being in need of distraction, I did some research into this.

In the first 200 years of its life, from 1785 until 1985, the Times used the phrase “since the reformation” in 366 stories — between once and twice a year, on average. In the last 22 years, epochal events have come at a faster pace. The phrase has appeared in 127 stories in the last 21 years, or six times a year, 43 of these were bylined “Ruth Gledhill”, though Lexis-Nexis is not very good at filing bylines.

So, obviously, there has been a general belief on the Times that the only historical event in the life of the Church of England that readers can be expected to know about is the Reformation. Whether Ruth is particularly guilty of this is a matter for further research. I haven’t checked how often the Telegraph has used the phrase, or the Guardian.

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