Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Back Online

Had an interesting experience yesterday: the Internet broke.

Ok, all right. The only part that broke was the part that comes to our house.

More specifically, it was this little box sitting right next to me with the blinking lights and all those wires sticking out the back.

And, it didn't so much break, as it... um... hiccuped. So after spending a whole day with a bad case of involuntary shakes, I discovered the secret: I turned it off, waited a few minutes, and turned it back on. Problem fixed!

(Maybe it's a good thing that we aren't encouraged to fix our own lawnmowers anymore.)

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Ahem. Anyway, I'm back online, with the link to this week's Carnival of Homeschooling! Unfortunately I didn't have anything in it this week as I was spending all my time and energy debating Objectivists and needling Hungarians. But there were some articles that caught my eye. I liked this one from Barbara Frank, in which she relates a story about how she tossed her lesson plan and schedule out the window to let her daughter finish a project; she realized that the project was educational, it was more important than what had been planned, and her daughter had become obsessed with it. Anyway, they just went with it, and everyone wound up satisfied.

There was another headline that caught my eye, about teaching speaking. This is an important skill to have, and one that we've been thinking about a lot, given that the Fairy is about to hit first grade. Anyone who's come in contact with the Fairy can tell that she talks a lot as it is; it's making her get to the point of her story that's the hard part. (She gets that from her uncle.) So I clicked over to this article, hoping to glean some new and exciting wisdom.

Meh. The article had good, solid, dignified, stolid advice. It was pretty much a decent reminder of what everyone already knows: you need to practice a lot, in different social settings, keeping in mind enunciation and avoiding horrendous grammatical mistakes. Yeah, yeah.

But just seeing the headline got me thinking: how will we be teaching the Fairy to speak? One thing we'll be doing is daily Narration, similar to what Charlotte Mason recommends. The idea is that the student reads something of high literary quality once, and then--from memory--relates it back in his or her own words, in as much detail as can be remembered (subject to reasonable time constraints, of course. This is an important caveat where the Fairy is concerned). This exercise, if done a whole lot, helps buttress concentration skills, helps build comprehension, helps build memory, and helps build elocution. I've tried it on occasion--it's actually a very mentally demanding activity, even if the passage in question is no longer than one of Aesop's fables.

But thinking about the teaching of speaking, reminded me of something I read recently. For some unknown reason, I was looking at the Wikipedia page of the Baron Münchhausen--being interested in classical literature that could some day be read to and appreciated by children--and I came upon this little section, that sent me into a fit of giggles:
In 1998 a multi-player storytelling game entitled The Extraordinary Adventures of Baron Münchhausen was produced by James Wallis of Hogshead Publishing.[1] Players of the role-playing game assume the role of a noble person and challenge one another to relate an improvised tale based on an opening line given by another player (for example: "Grand Poobah, please tell our assemblage about the time you singlehandedly defeated the entire Turkish army using only a plate of cheese and a corkscrew!"). Players are able to interject and introduce a limited number of complications to the tall tale at any time ("But, my dear Grand Poobah, is it not true that you have a horrible allergy to cork?), and eventually all vote for the best storyteller.[1]
Now that sounds like a fun game. It sounds like it would be hard, but it would be an absolute blast, if you were to play it with the right kind of people. And my guess, judging from the kinds of stories the Fairy tells now, is that she'd be a natural for this kind of thing, when she gets a little older.

And I started thinking of all the people I know who would have a ball while doing this kind of game.

And then I started thinking about how it was that I would have managed to thwart the entire Turkish army with nothing but a corkscrew and a plate of cheese. It's not easy coming up with a story like this on the spur of the moment. But playing this game until one actually got good at it, would give a speaker some powerful oratorical skills, I'd bet.

Monday, May 5, 2008

How Did They Find That Out?

So after I submitted my last blog post, Google gave me the normal screen showing that everything was hunky-dory.


So while I usually tune out advertisements, I just happened to look at the one on the side of the screen here:
And it makes me wonder: how did they know that about me? They're, like, totally inside my head or something....

:-)

Now if they could just figure out a way to let me blog in the Elder Futhark, then my life would be complete.

Not Much For Today

Well, my wife tried going off her allergy medicine, and that proved to be a mistake, so I'm home taking care of a sick woman and all the kids--while operating on a lack of sleep after a really long comment I wrote last night.

Sorry I don't have anything more interesting to blog about tonight.

In the meantime, my lovely (but not very well-feeling) wife wrote a post on her blog yesterday, so there's that....

Sunday, May 4, 2008

A Website For People Who Want To Believe The End Is Nigh

Ok, so my wife and I were looking at the website of Anthony Watts, who has become fairly prominent of late in the community of Anthropogenic Global Warming skeptics. He put up a post recently about the current eruption of the Chaiten volcano in southern Chile. It appears to be a pretty good-sized eruption, roughly the scale of Mount St. Helens, give or take. The question that he and his commenters were exploring was, what will all those new aerosol particles in the atmosphere do to the climate? So they're discussing whether enough junk is being put in the atmosphere to make a difference; and whether the volcano is too far south for the dust and gasses to have a direct impact on the Northern Hemisphere; and just how big this eruption is likely to get, and a whole lot of other related stuff.

Well, one of the commenters pointed to an online resource that my wife found, well... interesting. Commenter TinyCO2 posted at 10:29:27:

A good site for world hazard information is the RSOE Havaria information service. Shows everything from bird flu outbreaks to unusual snow storms.

http://hisz.rsoe.hu/alertmap/index.php?lang=eng

Well, when we got to this comment, my wife started giggling, and then the giggles didn't go away, they just started possessing her body. I looked at her funny, and she explained: "Imagine the thinking of the kinds of people that get hooked on a site like this."

And then I started thinking about it, and I started giggling, too. Here's my mental image:
Click.

Click click....

Aiiiiieeeeee!

(pause...)

Click click click (refresh)

(pause...)

Aiiiiieeeeee!

(Repeat until normal people come to take him away from the computer.)
I mean, seriously! Go take a look at this site, and tell me if that doesn't impart the sense of "We're all going to die!" and "Boy, I bet it sure sucks to be them right about now." The thing is a map of the world, with little icons all over it that you can mouse over, telling you what's making life unpleasant for everyone right now. Did you know, as of this writing, that there was just some kind of explosion on the coast of China? Or that there's a serious epidemic going on in Madagascar? Or that there are a whole bunch of volcanoes up and down the Pacific coasts of North and South America that are going off as I sit here and write this? Or that there was just a vehicular accident near Central Park in New York City? How can you be so calm? How can you laugh at a time like this? This is serious, I tell you.

I'd think of packing up and moving to Antarctica, but that's not entirely safe either: it appears that Mt. Erebus has just blown its top, too.

We're doomed, I tell you.

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Now, I noticed a fact about this site which may be apropos of absolutely nothing, or may be the key to understanding the whole thing: This site has a Hungarian URL, and is available in both English and Magyar versions.

Hmmm. Hungarians have always been seen by the rest of Europe as being a little unusual, a little exotic. Maybe those Hungarians really do know something that the rest of us don't....

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Another Effect of Not Watching TV

Long-time readers of this blog know that we don't have a TV. We do have a stack of videos, most of which are kid-friendly; but long ago we decided for various reasons that we didn't actually need to watch TV. Part of that was because we're not sure how much of the TV programming content we actually want going into our kids' (and our own!) heads, but part of it had to do with all the other wonderful things we could be doing if we didn't spend X hours a day in front of the tube.

(Except, they don't contain tubes anymore, do they? I can imagine future generations asking, "Why do they call it a tube? It doesn't look anything at all like a tube. It has no tubular qualities about it at all. It's flat." And then Daddy will be able to give answers much like Calvin's Dad would, perhaps along the lines of how early viewing technologies were a lot like one-eyed Viewmasters, and the name just stuck. Or something like that.)

Well, one consequence of viewing less (or no) TV is that our kids haven't seen "8 million murders by the age of 3", or whatever the statistic is these days. Yeah, we watch The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe from time to time, but that's the most violent thing our kids have ever seen, and even with that big battle at the end, it's a whole lot tamer than a lot of what's out there these days.

I think this is having an effect on our girls' sense of what constitutes a tragedy.

Case in point: I recently introduced the Pillowfight Fairy to the old chestnut On Top of Spaghetti--that old camp song, set to the tune of On Top of Old Smoky. Now the latter song is tragic in its own way, being a song of lost love and all. But before now, I never caught the tragic undertones--the sheer pathos--in the former.

Mommy and I were discussing these songs in front of the kids. Now, the Pillowfight Fairy loves songs, and loves poems, and fell in love with the words of the first verse.
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed.
Ya gotta admit, that's pretty funny--especially when you're five.

So I announced to the Fairy, There's more! And I proceeded to sing the following verses. The meatball duly fell off the table, rolled out the door, and then:
It rolled in the garden
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball
Was nothing but mush.
At which point, my brain forgot the rest of the words, and the song stopped.

The Pillowfight Fairy looked up at me wide-eyed, horror-struck. Her lower lip began to give a little quiver.

What hath I wrought? I figured, I'd better come up with the rest of the words fast, before my little darling was scarred for life. I mean, we're going to have to introduce her to the Little Match Girl eventually; but I'd hate for her to have such a traumatic introduction to the genre of tragedy now, like this--by inducing her into mourning over a Lost Meatball, of all things.

So I made it up as I went. I knew it had something to do about the mush growing into a tree, and the tree sprouting new meatballs. So on the spot, I made up yet another variant of this song that will be sung around campgrounds for generations to come.

(You know, how one person says, "Let's sing that one!" and everyone says, "Yay!" and then everyone starts, and everyone realizes that they all learned it differently, and there are different words, and different numbers of verses, and everyone thinks that everyone else learned it wrong? Well, now you know how this kind of thing gets started. It comes from forgetful Daddies trying to prevent emotional devastation on the part of their precious little daughters.)

Well, the Fairy loved the new ending--it was a lot happier and more satisfying than leaving the poor meatball as nothing but mush, under some God-forsaken bush in some dark and forsaken corner of the garden. Much happier now, she started singing the version that I had taught her, over and over again. So I figured I'd better get her the real lyrics. When I got some time, I went over to the Great Authority and googled them up. The Fairy read them off the screen, singing them, over and over and over.... It's now her favorite song.

Again I ask: What hath I wrought?

Hm... eventually, the Fairy is going to start reading some sad stories. Sometimes I'm glad I'm not the one doing most of the teaching work. :-/

Thursday, May 1, 2008

A Whole Bunch of Links

Well, it's late, and I've been writing some snarkier-than-usual comments lately, so I'll just put some stuff up here and hope that y'all like some of it.

The Carnival of Homeschooling is up at HomeSchoolBuzz.

There were several posts that we liked from this Carnival, including:

This post about visual-spatial learners (and how they differ from auditory-sequential thinkers).

This post on the challenges of homeschooling when one has lots of kids. Tonya found it particularly interesting, for obvious reasons. The Adrenaline Junkie found it interesting because their toddler boy looks just like ours.

This post appealed to our survivalist instincts. If society collapsed and we had to grow our own food and make our own clothes, could we do it? Probably not, but we're fascinated by people who probably could. Especially the ones who, ahem... bent the rules...

And one more that caught Tonya's eye, about how to teach the"easily distracted child." Hmmm, I think I can figure out why she found it so interesting....

Oh, and by the way, my lovely bride has a post up on her blog, about a whole bunch of whatever. :-)

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

A Continuing Conversation

Last week I wrote a long and involved post about a critique of Classical Education, written from an Objectivist point of view by private school educator Lisa VanDamme, which a friend had pointed out to me. Now, I did not set out to write a detailed critique of Objectivism; however, since VanDamme's criticisms ultimately stemmed logically from the premises upon which Objectivism is based, I should perhaps have suspected that any criticism of Van Damme's critique, written by a Christian, would eventually wind up as a discussion of First things. One can't pull that one thread out of the tapestry without unraveling the whole thing....

So an Objectivist reader, Michael M, took issue and decided to challenge some of my assumptions; and I decided to respond, and challenge some of his assumptions, and so on. Each comment got longer and longer as the pile of threads on the ground kept getting bigger and more tangled.

So I've decided, now that the conversation has moved way beyond educational theory, to pull the conversation over here to a new post and comment thread. That way, we won't be cluttering up the previous post with article-length, intricately-reasoned comments.

We'll instead be cluttering up this post with article-length, intricately-reasoned comments.

So this post is intended to continue the conversation that was started in the Mushrooms post. So if it seems like it's starting a little abruptly, go read the Mushrooms post and all its comments first; and if you're still interested, you can wade through what follows.

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Michael M, in your latest comment you said:
However, you chose to use Objectivism to bludgeon your opponent even though your grasp of the philosophy is scant at best. There is no excuse for such behavior.
I'm presuming from the context that you're referring to statements like this one from my original post:
But there are some problems with [VanDamme's preceding argument]. I am not convinced that pure Reason--unconnected from any subjective or Spiritual value system--actually constitutes the basis of a coherent, universal system of morality that upholds the dignity of the individual. I've heard plenty of atheists make this claim, but I've yet to hear even a definition of "dignity of the individual" that's purely rational in origin, let alone the argument for a moral system upholding it. And while the Objectivists certainly claim that Reason supports their views, there are all kinds of collectivist atheists (such as Marxists, and Fascists in the Mussolini mold) who make the countering claim that Reason supports their collectivist ends, which are very different from those desired by the Objectivists.
And you're saying that it's rather unfair for me to make these claims, when my grasp of the objectivist philosophy--especially its take on Reason and morality--is "scant at best." This is a fair accusation, and I'd like to offer a bit of explanation.

In judging the worth of any system of morality, it's important to consider (among other things) the question, "Why should I submit myself to this system? What are the consequences if I ignore this system, or intentionally defy it?"

Now, my understanding of the Objectivist take on Reason-based morality is certainly limited, but there are a few points that are quite clear to everyone who has even the most passing acquaintance with it. Objectivism thought concludes that the only legitimate basis for adult human interaction is one of mutual consent. This principle, if expressed society-wide, would manifest itself economically in free market and strong property rights; and would manifest itself politically in a very limited government, concerning itself with law enforcement, contract enforcement, defense of the homeland, and not a whole lot else. Schemes that use government power in the service of general wealth redistribution are absolutely rejected. Objectivist thought further concludes that the individual has intrinsic worth that is not tied to the needs of any collective. As a consequence of this, no person is expected to live his life for the benefit of others; all coerced collectivism is rejected. People may come together for mutual benefit; but all people have the right to be disassociated from any organization. As regards religion, you yourself have explained where objectivist thought stands:
In a reason/mysticism dichotomy, Marxism and Christianity are not opposites. They are on the same side. Marxism demands faith in a collective that cannot be measured. Christianity demands faith in a supernatural being that cannot be defined. Therefore, neither is able to place the use of physical force under objective control, because truth to each is subjective. In the hands of either, governments inevitably embrace tyranny.
Additionally, "altruism" is considered a dirty word in Objectivist circles. My copy of The Fountainhead has brief notes at the end about Objectivist principles, and states (beginning with a Rand quote):
"Man--every man--is an end in himself, not a means to the ends of others; he must live for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others nor sacrificing others to himself; he must work for his rational self-interest, with the achievement of his own happiness as the highest moral purpose of his life." Thus, Objectivism rejects any form of altruism--the claim that morality consists in living for others or for society.
Everything I've written above is apparent to any first-time reader of The Fountainhead.

Now let's explore the question, "what happens if I ignore this moral system?" I'll do so by giving a couple of examples.

First, there are my parents. They've been Christians their whole lives, and they have successfully passed on their faith to their three sons. My parents also happen to be happy, fulfilled people, still in love with each other after 40+ years; and I and my brothers are very happy to have them as examples in our lives. Now, as Christians, they are guilty of the unreason of mysticism--which, if I understand correctly from the context of your writing, manifests itself as an unshakable belief in something which was not revealed to them through Reason, but which nevertheless motivates their actions. And yet, so far as this son can observe, they are completely content with the lives they live.

Now, what would they gain by rejecting their religious faith and embracing Objectivist thought? If they're already living happy, fulfilled, well-lived lives that are an inspiration to those around them, I'm not sure what they'd gain by switching that would make it worth their while. Even if Objectivists are right about everything and my parents' faith is being placed in an illusion, there are still several tangible things that would be strained or destroyed if they made the switch--including the friendships of many of the people they know, and the relationships with many, many close and beloved family members. And it's not like Objectivism has a version of Hell into which they'll be cast unless they make that switch. I can't see anything truly worthwhile that they'd gain, that would make up for what they'd lose, if they rejected their Mysticism and embraced pure Reason.

Second, and on the complete opposite end of the scale, consider Robert Mugabe--the dictator of Zimbabwe. This man has, through nearly thirty years of (admittedly irrational, racist, redistributionist) misrule, turned what was once the thriving breadbasket nation of southern Africa into a nightmare of a place. Now, I'm perfectly willing to agree with any Objectivist on the folly of the policies this man implemented that brought his country to its current state. However, suppose he decided suddenly to embrace Objectivist ethics, and:
  • disbanded most of the police,
  • gave the displaced (white) farmers their land back,
  • announced that he was accepting the true results of the recent election and stepping down,
  • thus kicking out the entire administration serving under him?
Well, there's a non-trivial chance that he'd be swinging from a lamppost by nightfall--and if he didn't, his successors would likely force him to stand trial for the horrors he's inflicted on the people. The fact is that dictators of all stripes keep their power precisely through methods that violate Objectivist ethics. If Mugabe started obeying these ethics, his party would abandon him (out of their own interest in survival), and if he survived them, he'd have to face the rest of the country--the very country he starved--without any allies. For him to embrace Objectivist Ethics would, ironically, be the supreme act of altruism--sacrificing himself for the good of the people. But if he values his power--let alone his survival--his interests lie in rejecting these ethics.

Third, and somewhere in the middle: consider all those politicians who stay in power by hoovering up all the taxpayer money they can, to bestow goodies on their constituents. Now, you could argue--and I would entirely agree--that this is highly irrational as a matter of economic policy (and as a matter of the liberty of the people). However, so long as the people are willing to vote themselves other people's money, the politician has an interest in redistributing other people's wealth in such a way as to keep himself in power.

Now, suppose a senator has a change of heart, and decides "this is irrational." What then? Well, the people of that state still have to pay taxes to support all the other senators' grandiose Monuments to Me, but they aren't getting any of the goodies because of their senator's adherence to principle. Such a senator loses influence within the Senate (because of their refusal to play the mutual back-scratch game), loses influence among the Lobbyists (because of their refusal to provide favors), and often influence among the voters (partly because voters often want the pork, and partly because the campaign contributions dry up when the lobbyists go away). So if the senator values his career--and I suspect that most find it a very comfortable and satisfying career--he will generally find it against his tangible interests to embrace the Objectivist system of morality.

So, "What happens if I ignore this moral system?" Depending on the circumstance, I may even wind up better off than I would otherwise have. There are just too many cases of people benefiting (or at least not suffering) by embracing mysticism, and there are just too many cases of people personally benefiting by embracing redistributionist policies. We're back to Job's dilemma, only in this case there's no Divine Justice to make everything work out in the end. This is what I meant when I said,
I am not convinced that pure Reason--unconnected from any subjective or Spiritual value system--actually constitutes the basis of a coherent, universal system of morality that upholds the dignity of the individual.
Emphasis added. A universal system of morality is, by definition, one with no exceptions; no one escapes the consequences of violating the system. As my above argument shows, this does not describe Objectivist ethics.

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And this has some very serious real-world consequences.

Consider the nature of political power: it is, largely, a collective affair. That is, political power comes from a large number of people working toward a common goal. If one person storms the streets with a bunch of guns while yelling, "Revolution!" he merely gets arrested or shot by the police. But if a million people storm the streets with a bunch of guns while yelling, "Revolution!" then the government has a big problem on its hands.

This very fact creates strong incentives in any society--especially, but not exclusively, democratic ones--to put together collective movements. The cry, "Our lives could be much better if we could just join together and act as one!" is very seductive, precisely because there's a certain amount of truth to it. If you happen to belong to a downtrodden class of people (or a class of people that thinks it's downtrodden, or a class of people that thinks it's a class), often times it is possible to form a faction that gets more respect in the political sphere than the individuals would if they didn't combine their efforts. Now, this results in a political landscape where everyone's trying to steal from everyone else, which certainly counts as irrational in my book. But....

But imagine that you're one of the noble few who refuses to play this game. What then? Well, you wind up being the stuckee that gets to pay for everyone else's class consciousness. The principled Objectivist who rejects the pork, who rejects being part of a faction (with the collective discipline that being part of such a faction entails), winds up tangibly worse off than everyone
else. Now, the Objectivist could argue that his actions are in fact still rational, that they at least are not contributing to the degradation of freedom and prosperity that the redistributionist factionalism is committing--and I'd agree with that. But note that this is an altruistic argument, at least the way the term is widely understood: the Objectivist would be intentionally choosing to pursue a course of action in the name of the greater good, at tangible cost to his own wealth and political power.

Now consider what politics would look like, if Objectivist principles were dominant. There would be no factions out there demanding they be given a chunk of other people's wealth, or that industry be regulated to their specs; there would be no politicians trying to confiscate tax money to send back to the voters; and businesses would rise and fall based entirely on how well they navigated shifting market conditions. Now, how do we get from our faction-ridden, redistributionist, increasingly regulated system to this Objectivist Nirvana?

Well, at some point (among other things) the factions have to be disbanded. But think about what that entails: the people who make up these factions give up a great deal of their own political power when their faction gets disbanded. It improves the lot in life of everyone else, but it can cost a lot to the people who constituted it. There are a lot of livelihoods tied to the ethanol subsidy, after all; if all that government money went away, a lot of jobs that were paid for with that money would go away too. So while everyone may in theory want these factions to go away, everyone wants to start with the other factions. No one wants to be the one to go first. That would take a whole lot of altruism on the part of a whole lot of people.

But if it's tough being the only people in society who don't have a faction to represent one's interests and bring home the goodies (as you're having to pay for everyone else), it's awfully nice being the only people in society who do have a faction to represent one's interests. A society where everyone else operates on the market system (thus resulting in a prosperous economy), where you get their wealth distributed to you? I suspect the last few redistributionist factions to be disbanded would fight like the dickens. It's good to be the last ethnic militia in a war-torn country to have to give up one's guns....

In short, it's really, really hard to see how we get from the system we have now to an Objectivist ideal. There are just way too many incentives for people to behave "irrationally"; the Objectivist may claim that things will work out better in the long run, and they may well be right; but that's cold comfort to the corn farmer whose livelihood depends on the ethanol subsidy. It would take an awful lot of altruism for him to oppose that.

I don't think it's any surprise how few truly libertarian societies there have been through human history. No wonder the Objectivist society in Atlas Shrugged could only come to power after the previous order had completely collapsed; it's hard to imagine any other way such a society could form. There are just too many malign incentives out there.

But suppose we actually managed to get there. We now have a society run along Objectivist lines. Well, how do we manage to keep it an Objectivist society? Consider the fact that political power comes from numbers, acting in concert; sooner or later, some group of people will figure out that they can improve their wealth and power in this society by grouping together as a faction and demanding some kind of redistribution or other favorable treatment.

And to the extent that one faction succeeded in getting special treatment, it would be much, much harder to prevent the next one, and the next. I suspect that an Objectivist society would be a meta-stable system, like a pencil balanced on its point; it lasts so long as everyone buys in. The moment enough people in power can be flattered or intimidated sufficiently to allow one form of redistribution or regulation, it's Katie Bar The Door as everyone else will find it to be in their own financial interest to get in on the rush before they're left as the chumps paying for everyone else's goodies.

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So where am I going with all this? A quick review:

1. Objectivism holds that Reason is a sufficient basis for a universal, consistent, system of morality. This is Objectivism 101.

2. Objectivism holds this system of morality advocates a society based on mutual consent, free-market captialism, and individual self-esteem and worth. This system of morality rejects all forms of altruism. This is also Objectivism 101.

3. However, if one wishes to bring an Objectivist society into existence, altruism on the part of its inhabitants is absolutely necessary. My argument on this point--which relies on nothing more than my own personal reflections on the nature of political power, my own reading of the news, and statements 1 and 2--I just described in great detail.

(And although I don't make the argument above--collective action on the part of Objectivists to keep it Objectivist may be necessary, too.)

4. And if someone rejects the morality of the Objectivist, that person does not necessarily suffer thereby. In fact, as the example of my parents illustrates, they can live quite well, in peace with themselves and their neighbors. My argument on this point relies on nothing more than my own personal observations of the news, and of the people in my life, and on statements 1 and 2.

After considering all this, I came to a conclusion that somewhere in statements 1 and 2 there is a contradiction. After all, if you have to have widespread altruism to create a society that rejects altruism in all forms, that looks to me like a contradiction. Where exactly is the contradiction? I'm not entirely sure, but I suspect it lies in one of two places: either a Reason-based society does not reject collectivism as thoroughly as Objectivism thinks, or (my own personal belief, which I've outlined above) Reason is not a sufficient basis for a universal, consistent system of morality.

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I have a bit of a confession to make. After I came across the contradiction in statement 3 above, I rather gave up trying to look too much further into the writings of Objectivism. I suppose it's possible that I've missed some important reasoning on the part of an Objectivist philosopher that squares this circle; but at some point, when you're evaluating a philosophy that appears to have contradictions, you eventually give up, decide that what you're looking for is probably not there, and move on.

Michael M, I'm sure--after reading your eloquent description of why and how you left your younger faith--you can appreciate this last point.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Strange Night Last Night

Last night was a little weird.

For one thing, I had a bad case of insomnia, and didn't sleep a wink from the time I went to bed until the time I got up at 6:00. Why? Not sure; but I think the wisdom of E.B. White from Charlotte's web--that it's very had to sleep when your stomach is empty and your mind is full--applies. There's been a lot I've been thinking about lately, and I don't always get a good dinner on Sunday evenings. At any rate, I was wide awake all through the night, until I got up; then I went through my entire workday today in a non-productive haze.

For another thing, Tonya kept waking up after what she described as very unpleasant dreams. Here's the thing about dreams, though: when you try to explain why they seemed so unpleasant, the words never quite convey the ominious sense of doom as the dream itself did. And sometimes the contrast itself is quite humorous, even if the dream was terrifying:

"It was terrible! There was... well, it looked like a duck..."

So in the wee hours of the night, Tonya woke up just wanting to know that I was there. And not only was I there, but I was awake, alert, and ready to help! So I asked her to describe these nightmares she was having.

The first one had something to do with a bunch of Pirates.

The second one involved the entire cast of the British comedy Are You Being Served, who were stuck in a pub somewhere without a way to get out; and when they finally figured out how to get out of the pub and onto the street, they were confronted with a bunch of people with water cannons.

Well: sensitive, supportive husband that I am, about the part she uttered the words "stuck in a pub..." I lost all pretense of being supportive and let out a good, full, belly laugh. And about the point she mentioned the water cannons, she realized the humor of the situation too and started laughing right alongside me.

Anyway, until I get some rest, I'd probably better not write anything further. It would be decidedly un-coherent.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Got the Salsa Recipe!

A couple of posts back I discussed a deal I had with my friend Keith: I'd give him the recipe for pomegranate jelly, and he'd give me the recipe for tomatillo salsa. I'm proud to announce that Keith has yet again proven himself to be an honorable man of his word, as he ran up to me this morning at church with recipe in hand.

I figured I'd share it with y'all, with Keith's blessing.

I've edited it here a little bit, which seems fair, as it's apparently been edited by nearly every pair of hands it's passed through thus far.
All quantities are very approximate:

Tomatilloes: 8 to 16 depending on size.

Chiles: 2 Serranos + 2 Jalapeños + 8 Pequins + 2 Anaheims.
More or less to taste. I typically use the serranos and jalapeños green and the pequins red. Feel free to use different varieties of chiles as dictated by taste/availability.

Garlic: 4 cloves

Onion: 1 really small onion, or half a medium onion.

Roast above ingredients in a cast iron pan, oil-free, turning occasionally. Leave husks on tomatillos while you roast 'em. The husks will be nicely blackened, the skins translucent, and the fruits soft when they're done. [Let me add: the goal is to blacken the skin while doing the least tomatillo-exploding that you can. That way they don't lose juice into the pan, that burns and smells sometimes. That means moving them around the pan as they roast.]

Put roasted vegetables in food processor with:

Salt: 1/2 Teaspoon

Cilantro: 1/4 Cup

...and process briefly.

Transfer to a pot, and cook the mixture for 5 minutes. [This darkens it up a bit, and mellows the flavors. It tastes too raw otherwise.]
Keith insisted that the top line, the one that I bolded and italicized, was the most important one on the list. In fact, I seem to remember (but don't quote me on this) that Keith didn't actually use pequins at all, but substituted extra serranos instead.

I admit, after reading this recipe, that I have questions. Pan-roasting big, bulky vegetables can be a hit-or-miss proposition, after all, especially when your chile peppers are as wrinkly as Anaheims are; you can wind up with the parts getting blackened that were in direct contact with the pan, but the rest of the vegetable undercooked.

And we assume that we eventually take the husks off the tomatillos. And then there's the question of whether you skin, seed and de-vein the Anaheims, or just throw them in the blender and hope for the best.

Nevertheless, I get the feeling that this is one of those recipes that's hard to mess up.

And I think that Keith must have quadrupled the batch or something; because there was no way that 8 to 16 tomatillos could have produced that much salsa. So doubling, tripling, or quadrupling this recipe is apparently doable, and is highly recommended.

And one more benefit of this recipe, is that it gives me one more bit of rhetorical leverage when arguing with my wife about getting a cast-iron skillet. :-)

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Fun With Cameras

My parents drove up here today to visit us, and to hang with the grandkids; and my brother and his lovely wife dropped in as well. Good time was had by all.

Now my brother and sister-in-law recently got themselves a really nice digital camera. Alas, I don't remember the exact model, so you'll have to ask them. But they took some beautiful pictures in the backyard today. Wendy (my sister-in-law) put several of the pictures up at her blog, if anyone's interested in seeing more pictures of our kids. Note that both the Pillowfight Fairy and the Adrenaline Junkie have more freckles on one side of their noses than on the other; this is because they have hair that works best parted to one side, where it swoops down and covers half their faces, just like Veronica Lake...
...so one side gets more sun than the other.

(And incidentally, the Adrenaline Junkie also has that cute little flip just above her eyebrow. Yes, I'm going to have to fight off a whole bunch of teenage boys, starting, oh... thirteen years from now. If not sooner. I'd better get back into shape now, while I have a little time to prepare....)

So in addition to the pictures at my sister-in-law's blog, here are a few others.
This is the Happy Boy, on the loose in the backyard. He loves it there. It has all the dirt, rocks, grass, insects, and snails he can eat! We figure as long as that plug stays in his mouth, we're OK, though.

This is the Adrenaline Junkie, being introduced to Technology. I think she was sufficiently impressed. Of course, she's only three, so Grandpa had to keep a close eye on his camera. Now, the Pillowfight Fairy got her hands on it a while later, and started taking pictures of anything that didn't move. "Look! It's the badminton set!" "Look! It's the pillow!" "Look! It's the computer!" "Look! It's my foot!"

Well, I made some of those up. But that's the way her brain was thinking, and it was a sight to behold.

This is the Pillowfight Fairy in her natural element: reading a book to an interested adult (in this case, a doting Granny, who was an elementary school teacher for many years, and is pleased as punch as to how well her grandkid is reading). Of course, some time after these pictures were taken, this sweet little girl busily started hurling Frisbees at our heads. (Unintentionally, of course; she's not a very good aim with a Frisbee yet. We'd have been safer if she'd actually been trying to bean us.)

Anyway, it was a beautiful day here, and everything was made better by having family around. My brother and sister-in-law live across town, but we usually only get to see them at church; and the rest of our extended families live several hours' drive away. Days like this are to be enjoyed and cherished, since they only come around so often.