Two short notes on theology

I can’t resist quoting at length from a glorious piece by Fred Clark on his problems with a spam filter. Clark is a Baptist journalist, whose blog, the Slacktivist, contains an extended, gloriously funny, deconstruction of the Left Behind books, and a great deal else that is thought-provoking, and clearly expressed. This week, he has been afflicted with Six Apart.

I should note the almost theological response we humans have to this kind of arbitrary system. We look for meaning and, if it cannot be found, we impose meaning. On my end, this produces something like the behavior one sees in a person who believes in the mechanical/magical efficacy of prayer (it’s not doing anything — I’ll do it more and do it harder). The multitude of comments trapped in the filter, meanwhile, seem to be rehashing the dialogues of the book of Job, with several taking the Eliphaz/Bildad approach (I’m being punished, I must have sinned) and others following the counsel of Job’s wife (curse TypePad and die). No one has yet taken the proto-Calvinist approach of young Elihu, arguing that all of our comments deserve to be deleted as spam and that if TypePad graciously allows some elect few to be published we ought to respond only with gratitude. Theology was once regarded as the Queen of the Sciences. If that strikes you as inappropriate, consider the theological scientific method at work in response to the seemingly arbitrary blocking of comments. We hypothesize that there is a reason or a meaning for why a given comment is blocked, and we experiment by resubmitting it with variations in an attempt to discern what those reasons and that meaning might be. Not the sort of thing one can measure with calipers, yet not wholly unscientific either.

On a related note, Quentin Stafford Fraser quotes something he found in one of Dan Dennett’s books:

Philosophy is questions that may never be answered. Religion is answers that may never be questioned.

But this doesn’t go nearly far enough, because it assumes that these unchanging answers are always the answers to the same questions. And the great discovery made by scripture-based religions is that they don’t have to be. You can take the eternal, divinely inspired answers, and then choose among the questions until you find one to which the answer is right. In this way it is entirely possible to switch your position on such matters as slavery, democracy, divorce, the position of women, the age of the world, and anything else you care about. The process is slow, I admit. But it is also comprehensive, and erases its own tracks, so that by the end of it, everyone is sincerely, and reassuringly convinced that oceania has always been at war with eastasia. That is the blessed assurance that historical enquiry / the higher criticism really damages. But it is still true that heresy, like treason, is a matter of timing, and they would have burned even the current Pope as a heretic at Trent.

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Life in the South

So, to a party in London, where the first person I talk to is Fay Weldon. It is incredibly noisy and cramped, and when I tell her that my latest work is really a sort of time-travel book about Sweden she gets the idea that I have written a work of science fiction, and talks for some time about how best to sell such a thing.

Later I speak to an academic about early Islam. He introduces himself as a historian of the subject, and says he has enough Arabic to read some of the sources. All this interesting and becomingly modest: this morning, when I looked at his card, I discovered that it actually says “Professor of Arabic” — and this at an extremely prestigious institution.

His partner, a nice archaeologist, is an American. When I give them one of my nice little Moo cards which says “Writes for people” on the back, she says “Writes for People?” Ah, no. Lower case people.

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Book cover

Here at last: the back cover text is in the alt tag.

Deep every winter when the cold really squeezed we would be pushed into a new world where everything outside became as lurid and frozen as the weather inside me. The change was announced by sudden metallic booms resounding through the house a little before midnight. This happened whenever the temperature fell to minus 30 C and the concrete and girders of the flats shrank in loud convulsive shudders. It was like a sonic boom announcing that we had passed beyond earth's atmosphere.

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How to adjust the area

You’ll have to scroll down to the bottom of this Language Log post to learn the answer. It is a wonderful example of the perils of machine translation.

A rather cleaner piece of linguistics, from the same sourse, is a piece about an Indian language of the upper Bitteroot valley of Montana: the word for “automobile” in Salish-Pend d’Oreille, , is named for the appearance of tire tracks—literally, “it has wrinkled feet”!

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It’s not for me

It’s for a friend, honest: but does the lazyweb know a way to tweak the firewall in OS X so that all traffic on Port 80 is forbidden between midnight and 3.30pm, so that some work gets done?

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Sell all your bank shares

A terrifying glimpse into the US mortgage market, via Rafe Coburn, from which it emerges that until about six months ago, you could borrow enough to buy a house valued at a million dollars on a household income of less than a tenth of the sum. What is more, these loans are not on the books of the banks as “sub-prime”. That’s your pension invested in those loans.

I was also led to discover the wonderful world of “Neg-am” mortgages: the deal here is that for the first three or five years, your debt actually increases, because you are not even repaying the full interest, let alone the principal. But that’s all right, because in five years’ time the house will be worth far more than what we paid, right? And we’ll all be millionaires from our stock options, right … right?

The real trouble, it seems to me, is that this housing bubble can’t be collapsed, as housing bubble traditionally are, by a general inflation, because that might lead to a dollar collapse. I suppose that if everybody sees this, some way might be found to manage the mess. But that bungalow in Moskosel looks more fun every minute.

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Truncated brain processes

And you, too can be left looking like Cletus the slack-jawed yokel if you just read this. Part of me feels a twinge of shame for the Spectator that Alexander Chancellor edited.

This is what might be called the nut graf:

Those who believe the poisonous fiction about the ‘neocon conspiracy’ will once again be unable to grasp what is staring them in the face. Indeed, madness over Iraq is now broadening into madness over Iran. Those whose truncated brain processes tell them that the failure to discover weapons of mass destruction in Iraq proves that they never existed now claim that the Iranian threat is no more than a malevolently constructed fiction.

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Are virtues Christian?

Someone — I think Phillip Pullman — was complaining the other day that he got really pissed off by the claim that love, goodness, courage, etc, were “christian virtues”, since they can be exhibited by atheists and other non-Christians.

Are there specifically Christian virtues? No — in the sense they may be exhibited by people of any theological opinion. Yes, though, in the sense that the virtues always appear in the context of particular personalities. A virtue is an abstraction away from the conduct and character of particular virtuous people. In nature, it always appears in an alloy, or a matrix; this may be Christian or agnostic or anything, really, but when it is Christian, it makes sense to talk about a Christian virtue, because that is the context in which it develops and is practised. Just because Hume could be a good man without Christianity, it does not follow that Johnson, had he converted to Humean scepticism, could have retained his own virtues. I think this is especially true for intellectuals, who like to have explicit reasons for their actions and to weave these into something logically coherent.

If we look at human lives as a novelist would — and we should, to understand them — then the virtues of a Christian are Christian virtues, to the extent that the personality is coherent.

This isn’t at all the CS Lewis claim that the other examples of virtue are “really” Christian. But it is a rejection of the — perhaps implied — pharyngular claim that when a Christian displays courage, or generosity, or love, these are “really” atheistic.

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Leaving Facebook

I have only one friend who uses facebook to the exclusion of other online means of communication, and, while he is a very old and dear freind, I can still initiate email contact if I want to. The discovery that the ad system sends information to Facebook from participating sites even when you are not logged in was for me the last straw. I have deactivated my account, and placed /facebook.com.beacon/ in my adblock file. What I buy online, wherever I buy it, is no business at all of Facebook, and I won’t tolerate their efforts to make it so.

The story came to me via Bill Thompson’s Facebook feed, so I suppose the site did have other uses. But even if all the hip kids are playing there, I will stay in this corner by myself.

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A question for Swedes, with a Hungarian bonus.

How do you crop a photograph in Swedish? The otherwise excellent lexin online dictionary gives Swedish terms for numerous agricultural meanings of “crop”; it gives a bird’s crop and various hairdressing terms. But nothing for the process of cutting a picture to the right size and shape, something which predates computers.

Hmm. The Esselte hardback offers, also skära (av) which makes me think that skära ut is probably the best term. It also has translations for “crop up” (dyka upp, yppa sig) which Lexin has missed.

Also, what is the term for a Hungarian cowboy? I know they roam the Puszta1 in black brimmed leather hats on horseback, and I have seen three of them outside a snowbound village inn in Slovenia. But there is a special word for them.

1 Or some similarly spelled part of Hungary that has given its name to a Schnitzel.

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