Still Thinking Out Loud

Lughnasa                         Waxing Harvest Moon

“We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.” – Albert Einstein

Einstein’s notion reminds me of the definition of insanity:  trying the same thing over and over expecting different results.  Of course, any one familiar with computers knows that sometimes this works just fine.

It also gives me some pause before I write my liberalism series.  An article in this month’s Dissent asked, “Does liberalism have enough resources to re-energize itself?”  I like this question because it focuses my thinking.  This is why I’m interested in pursuing liberalism.  Does it have enough historical and philosophical oomph to make a difference in this and tomorrow’s world?

10 years ago I would have said no.  Absolutely no.  As a card carrying member of the New Left, liberalism was as much the problem as conservatism, perhaps even more since it was liberals who got us into the war in Vietnam, who ran corporate america and the government, aka the System and, BTW, Ike Eisenhower’s military-industrial complex.  Hard to recall a time when the liberals were in power at this point in recent American history, but I grew up under a liberal hegemony.

Now, I’m older and less convinced of drastic, sudden change as either possible or workable, too much risk for too little reward.  At least right now.

If we’re not gonna have a revolution, then we have to consider the hand we’ve been dealt and it’s our peculiar brand of American liberal democracy.  That means looking for all the possibilities in likely and unlikely places.

At night the trees dwarf the houses, their bulk massing up against the sky.  During the day we can pretend they are just plants, but as dark falls their true nature emerges.  We are the Lilliputians in their Brobdingnagian world.

Writing Can Wait

Lughnasa                                  Waxing Harvest Moon

Geez.  Took the whole day to organize my notes and quotes, tweak the ideas and find a thread.  Now the intellectual journey about liberalism has to contend with the Vikings 3rd pre-season game.  The starters will play the first half at least.  Hmmm.  What to do?

Writing can wait.  The y chromosome has its mysteries and football is among them.

Not Yet Ready

Lughnasa                                Waxing Harvest Moon

I wanted to start writing this morning.  But I could not.  The piece was not ready.  I had to do more work, winnowing ideas and quotes, looking for contra arguments.  Now, I’m almost done, should be ready to write sometime after the nap.  This work tires me out as much as working outside.

When my eyes glazed over, I got up and helped Kate a bit in the garage.  She’s boxing up the last of the garage sale stuff or pick-up by the Salvation Army.

While doing that, Paula Westmoreland of Ecological Gardens came.  She’s finalizing plans for some additional work on an edge to our woods.  We’ll be getting plants that attract birds away from the orchard and to themselves.  Plus, the look out the kitchen window will finally have a finished look, except for the small shade garden that we decided to postpone.  Those big clompy feet of the pups would have made its life difficult right now.

We’ll also get some trees in the area where we have prairie grass, a sort of screen for the neighbors.

Up at 6:30 with the dogs, very sleepy.

More on Liberalism. Not there yet.

Lughnasa                              Waxing Harvest Moon

Another day spent happily with my nose in The Contested Enlightenment, parsing out threads of intellectual history that I can then weave together into a new tale, one that clarifies liberalism in the United States today and, also, the place Unitarian-Universalism, a liberal faith, has in that larger context.

Liberalism proceeds from three high-powered engines: reason, liberty and individualism.  It is the individual who is central in liberalism in all its forms and liberty creates the protected space around the person that ensures expression of their individuality.  The source of the break away from the old monarchical, aristocratic, traditional and ecclesiastical authority lay in a newly aroused faith in the ability of human reason as the key to truth.  Logic, evidence, skepticism and radical investigation of such matters as revelation, the divine right of kings, the feudal caste structure, and precedent peeled away their nakedness.  They simply did not make sense.

The enlightenment itself stands for the light of reason casting off the darkness of the ancien regime.   Its roots lay in the new empirical methods of Galileo, Copernicus, Francis Bacon.  These men and their brethren advanced the now commonplace notion that one must gather evidence, data from the world before making a conclusion about scientific fact.  Thus, consulting a theological or scholastic assumption of human priority in the great chain of being and using that conclusion to place the earth in the center of the solar system, indeed, the universe might well be true, but if it is true then data gathered from telescopes and manipulated through mathematical formula should confirm it.   If they don’t, and they didn’t, it is the traditional conclusion that gets shelved among yesterday’s ideas.

Further back in time even than the emergence of early science and the philosophical work of Descartes and Spinoza, however, was critical work, for liberalism at any rate, by Petrarch and his humanist buddies, the development of a nascent individualism, a notion of the worth of the person and their unique qualities.

The End of Sin and Salvation

Lughnasa                        Waxing Harvest Moon

Sin and Salvation has ended for me.  It will leave without another tour on my part, though I may go check it out once more on my own.  One of the most pleasurable tour experiences I’ve had in what is now 8 + years of volunteering at the MIA, this  show brought together a number of interests of mine, including the PRB.

With most things I do I hold myself to a very high level of expectation, a curse left over from days as a good student.  Maybe I should say, as they do often in the Hebrew Scriptures, a curse and blessing.  The blessing usually comes in the preparation which always gets my full attention.  I love research.  The curse begins to strike soon after, that is, when any work has to go beyond my study and into the world.

First, there is the anxiety.  Have I prepared well?  Have I prepared enough?  Have I focused on the right material?  If these questions sound familiar from finals week, you know what I’m talkin’ about.  Then, there is the time just before and sometimes in the very beginning of a presentation or tour when the same questions come flooding back, always in a place where there is no more hope of doing more.

At some point, usually after an introductory moment, the anxiety subsides and the presentation takes over on its own.  Sometimes, a critical look or remark can throw me even then.  That’s the worst, to be thrown off after having found my stride.

Sometimes then, at the very end,  when the preparation and the presentation is over, if people make a substantive show of appreciation, the blessing returns.  At this time it is a great boost, a confirmation of what I always wish for, the coming together of content and audience for an aha moment, or a huh!  I hadn’t thought of that.

Today, on this last tour of the Sin and Salvation show, I experienced a double blessing:  a show of support with good questions, interaction, clapping, people shaking my hand, others staying behind to discuss their insights, even a woman who went on the very same tour a week ago and returned with a friend to do it all over again.  This was a double blessing because as a special exhibition I had given my tour over and over.  Most of the time it was well received, but this affirmation at the end gave  all the research and other tours a positive glow.

Sin and Salvation can have that effect, I guess.

Life Busting Out All Over. Much Better Than the Alternative.

Lughnasa                           Waxing Harvest Moon

My thoughts on Enlightenment were cut off mid think by this world, Rigel on an adventure outside the gate.  Now I’ve secured the gate (I think.) until it can be repaired and I’m about to return to research for the Liberalism series.

We have many tiny strands of life breaking out:  Kate’s spine, Rigel’s venturesome spirit, Vega’s big gallumphing crashing presence, a gnarly conceptual piece that needs to be written by September 6th, the oncoming harvest, driveway seal coating on September 8th and the next round of Ecological Gardens work starting on September 9th.

I also have a tour today at 1:30.  Thank God, it’s only Sin and Salvation.  Ha, ha.

Ideas.

Lughnasa                                Waxing Harvest Moon

Breaking news from the 16th century.  Revolution gets legs from philosophical ideas.  When I grew up in the study of philosophy, the history of ideas was the primary teaching method.  Ideas, this approach claims, grow up in contest with each other, one claiming this and another positing that.  Idealism, like Platonic forms, would find itself ground down by realists or materialists.  Empiricists would find rationalists bugging them at every turn.  The metaphysicians became prey for the logical positivists and linguistic analysts.  From time to time someone would start out on a brand new tangent like Descartes cogito ergo sum, or  Immanuel Kant’s masterly synthesis of empiricist and rationalist approaches.

It was the first way I learned how to think in an academic sense and a history of ideas approach still comes most naturally to me when I examine big problems, like the roots of liberalism, for example.  Thus, it shocked me a bit to learn, in reading Israel’s Contested Enlightenment tonight that the last few decades have seen the history of ideas bashed in academic circles, especially by those claiming material and social reasons for such historical events the Enlightenment and the Revolutions of the 18th and 19th centuries.

The argument apparently has been made that ideas cannot matter in real history since so few people take an intellectual stake in big ideas at any point.  If they do not appreciate them intellectually, the argument goes, they cannot be affected by them.  This underestimates the

This thought broken off by another escaped dog.  Rigel broke the truck gate open and escaped.  Frustrating.

Surgery?

Lughnasa                        Waxing Harvest Moon

This was a doctor day.  Kate and I went to see a spine surgeon she has seen before.  She leans now toward some surgical intervention since the various palliatives:  drugs, nerve root and facet joint blocks, exercise and stoicism no longer provide sufficient relief.   Surgery is the last option and in the case of matters spinal one usually chosen as such.  Her surgeon is positive about the chances for success, success measured as a substantive reduction in pain, though not cessation.

We stopped at Burger Jones for a delayed lunch.  3200 block of West Lake Street.  If you want a trip back to the late 50’s early 60’s, but updated with booze and choices in shakes and burgers you didn’t have back then, Burger Jones is the place.  Fun.

Long nap.  Just now getting roused for the remainder of the day.

Liberalism and the liberal tradition is much on my mind since  have to write a sermon for the 6th of September.  Reading, reading, reading.   Thinking.  Pondering.  Like that.

Barriers and Transitions

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The day so far.  Bought 55 granite blocks to use in constructing barriers to the dogs.  Bought 10 straw bales to reinforce a barrier to the dogs.  Do you see a pattern?

A nap, then a workout and some Sierra Club work.  The day has sped past with work and play, now winding down toward the evening when I sit with the dogs, read or watch television.  Eat supper.

Kate’s in a definite transition mode this year, perhaps even in the next few months.  The pain causes her increasing difficulty, sometimes she spends her non-work hours recovering from work.  Literally.  Not a situation that can go on forever.

The neighbor whom I have mentioned in the past, though, has bigger issues.  His mental decompensation seems to track with his physical.  He grabbed his daughter’s arm and bit her.  His wife had to call the police to come take him to a psych ward.  He returns home tomorrow with nothing different.  A sad situation.

Puppy Chess

Lughnasa                     Waxing Harvest Moon

Reframing.  Work on  containment of the puppies requires reframing.  If I don’t begin to see these as interesting challenges rather than more damned work, I’m gonna be one frustrated guy.  This morning Rigel appears, wandering around in the orchard.  This is after a professional fence was installed.  GRRR.

My next move may be granite paving blocks.  Tough to dig through and a neighbor has a bunch of them for sale.  This is chess, doggy escapism and single-mindedness against the more flexible human intellect.   I win a move, then they win one.  This will, eventually, wind down as the puppies mature, become more sedate, less struck by wanderlust.   It is, of course, this very energy that makes puppies so compelling, so lovable.