Showing posts with label language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label language. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Why Arabic?
Someone just asked me why I would write posts with titles or partial titles in Arabic... since nobody would know what it meant!
I had my standard answer: I read volumes and volumes of the historian Arnold Toynbee years and years ago. They were my sustenance after I was weaned from Edward Gibbon. Mr Toynbee quoted sources in English, French, German, Latin, Greek, and Arabic. No translation.
You were supposed to be up to speed.
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Saturday, January 07, 2017
The Ticking-Bomb Man Cometh
Black Sunday
I have decided to rewrite the moral dilemma of the Ticking Time-Bomb Problem. This was used - and probably still is being used - to debate the morality of using torture to persuade a terrorist who has planted a bomb ticking away a couple of hours in a crowded venue to tell us where the infernal device is.
We have touched on the goofiness of moral simulation in The Trolley Man Cometh [http://fatherdaughtertalk.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-trolley-problem.html ] already and I am going to subject everyone to it again.
Alan Dershowitz - whom we have all recently seen in The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story - argued for torture. I copy part of a review of his book:
TORTURING THE TICKING BOMB TERRORIST: AN ANALYSIS OF JUDICIALLY SANCTIONED TORTURE IN THE CONTEXT OF TERRORISM
Chanterelle Sung
WHY TERRORISM WORKS: UNDERSTANDING THE THREAT, RESPONDING TO THE CHALLENGE. By Alan Dershowitz. New Haven and London: Yale University Press 2002. Pp. 260.
Abstract: Alan Dershowitz’s book examines recent acts of global terrorism and analyzes the reasons why terrorism is successful. In an effort to reduce the frequency and severity of terrorist attacks, Dershowitz discusses different proposals that would deter terrorism while striking a balance between security and liberty. One of Dershowitz’s most controversial proposals calls for the use of judicially sanctioned torture to force a terrorist suspect to reveal information that would prevent an imminent terrorist attack. This Book Review explores the justifications for judicially sanctioned torture and ultimately argues that such a proposal would be morally and legally prohibited.(emphasis mine)
Introduction
In the wake of September 11, 2001, FBI agents suggested that they might resort to torture to compel terrorist suspects to reveal information necessary to prevent a recurrence.1 A senior FBI aide stated, “it could get to that spot where we could go to pressure . . . where we won’t have a choice, and we are probably getting there.”2
While many countries have condemned torture, the reemergence of this issue in public debate reflects the extent to which terrorism currently threatens national security.3 In his timely book, Why Terrorism Works: Understanding the Threat, Responding to the Challenge, Alan Dershowitz analyzes the reasons why terrorism has succeeded thus far and offers proposals to deter terrorism while striking the appropriate balance between national security and civil liberties.4 Dershowitz confronts and raises many difficult moral and legal questions regarding the extent to which our democratic society can effectively deter terrorism while continuing to uphold fundamental values of liberty and privacy.5 He argues that it is possible to deter terrorism on both a macro level, by confronting different types of terrorism, and on a micro level, through controlling it on a smaller scale.6
Dershowitz begins with the premise that some terrorists are rational actors who crave attention to their cause.7 Policies that address the root causes of terrorists’ behavior, therefore, do not deter them but merely reward them with the attention that they crave.8 Thus, in order to deter terrorism and preserve national security, society must punish terrorists through collective accountability and incapacitation.9 To this end, Dershowitz offers various proposals to increase our sense of security without eroding the liberty that is central to a democratic society.10 ...
First, even economists are admitting that markets are not really based on the behavior of "rational" actors, and the so-called rational actor is a construct we use to make things easy to analyze, sort of like reducing turbulent water flow to linear equations.
To begin with this premise... well, he should have stopped, dropped, shut 'em down, and closed up shop! Right there!
Second, as pointed out in The Trolley Man Cometh, and as evidenced by Mr. Dershowitz's use of a construct called "rational actor", we may change the scenario any way we desire. The sky is - literally! - the limit.
So all that remains to be done to refute the Ticking Time-Bomb Problem is to rewrite the script!
In the world of imaginary morals, NOTHING is forbidden. Ask the Marquis de Sade, ask the Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, ask Mr. 50 Shades Grey.
In the alt-script of The Ticking Bomb, the terrorist has nano-bots within his blood stream that monitor the state of the organism (his body) and if stress applied to the body surpasses a certain level, the ticking bomb goes off ahead of schedule.
Or, the terrorist has hired a group of trained stochastic runners (or "couriers" as Mr. Trump prefers) to move the ticking bomb around to random crowded venues every 20 minutes or so. This group will -like - pose as a flash mob singing Mozart or some other innocuous thing that NO rational actor would think of linking to terrorism........
Morality is action.
Good actions are learned...
So, how are we educating the youth?
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Friday, January 06, 2017
וַיִּיצֶר
Good Film
The picture has no connection to the story... except for the tiny fact that I understand the name "Smilla" (pronounced Smil' - la) as Milra מִלְּרַע
since they sort of sound alike - sometimes I think "Smilra"...................
and then since it is milra, I pronounce "Smilla" as Smil-la' with accent on the last syllable.
This intro will explain the following somewhat...
(there is a lot it won't explain, however.)
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I was arguing Hebrew grammar the other day. It was a snow day; I'm sure a lot of people had time on their hands and were doing very similar things: shovel snow, have hot cocoa, make onion soup, decide whether to take the Christmas tree down early and not waiting a couple more weeks for the Kaiser's birthday... and talk about grammar issues.
So here is it: the Waw Conversive or Waw Consecutive:
Wikipedia
...Biblical Hebrew has two additional conjugations, both of which have an extra prefixed letter waw, with meanings more or less reversed from the normal meanings. That is, "waw + prefix conjugation" has the meaning of a past (particularly in a narrative context), and "waw + suffix conjugation" has the meaning of a non-past, opposite from normal (non-waw) usage. This apparent reversal of meaning triggered by the waw prefix led to the early term waw-conversive (in Hebrew waw hahipuch, literally "the waw of reversal"). The modern understanding, however, is somewhat more nuanced, and the term waw-consecutive is now used.
and for example:
Used with verbs, the prefix has a double function. It is still conjunctive, but also has the effect of altering the tense and aspect of the verb. Weingreen gives the following example.[1] If one considers two simple past narrative statements, one expects to find them in the perfect tense:
šāmar hammeleḵ eṯ dəḇar YHWH
שָׁמַר הַמֶּלֶךְ אֶת דְּבַר יהוה
The king kept the word of the LORD
šāp̄aṭ eṯ haʿam bəṣeḏeq
שָׁפַט אֶת הָעָם בְּצֶדֶק
He judged the people in righteousness.
Šāmar ("kept") and šāp̄aṭ ("judged") are simple perfect qal forms, and they are the citation forms (lemmas) of these verbs. If however these two sentences are not separate but in one continuous narrative then only the first verb is in the perfect, whereas the following verb ("and he judged") is in the imperfect (yišpôṭ) with a prefixed waw:
A šāmar hammeleḵ eṯ dəḇar YHWH wayyišpôṭ eṯ-haʿam bəṣeḏeq
שָׁמַר הַמֶּלֶךְ אֶת דְּבַר יהוה וַיִּשְׁפּוֹט אֶת הַעַם בְּצֶדֶק
The king kept the word of the LORD and he judged the people in righteousness.
Conversely, in a continuous narrative referring to the future, the narrative tense will be the imperfect, but this becomes a perfect after the conjunction:
B yišmôr hammeleḵ eṯ dəḇar YHWH wəšāp̄aṭ eṯ-haʿam bəṣeḏeq
יִשְׁמוֹר הַמֶּלֶךְ אֶת דְּבַר יהוה וְשָׁפַט אֶת הַעַם בְּצֶדֶק
The king will keep the word of the LORD and he will judge the people in righteousness.
I am not very big on the whole "changing the tense of the verb" thing; i.e., changing from past to future and vice-versa. I find it very, very difficult to find any argument compelling in the slightest.
The imperfect Arabic also will function as a future tense with a few doodads, so mixing up future and imperfect is not difficult.
So I read A as something along the lines
"The king kept the word of the LORD (as evidenced by the ongoing fact that) he was judging and continued to judge the people in righteousness."
and B as
"The king will keep the word of the LORD and he will (always) be seen to have judged the people in righteousness (at some future time of memory)."
B is sort of a future perfect and A is an ongoing continuous future imperfect.
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Tuesday, January 03, 2017
The Trolley Man Cometh
Have been talking about the Trolley Problem. I find it very much like the Ticking-Bomb Problem.
In the Ticking-Bomb Problem, we had a moral situation where many people - I think including Alan Dershovitz - argued that we should be morally justified to use torture to elicit the exact location of the ticking bomb from the terrorist before the bomb goes off, killing quite a few people.
The whole thing is choreographed like Die Hard, but a lot of people take it seriously as a moral argument.
The Trolley Problem is similar to me in that it is a goofy language and imagination game of hypotheticals.
First, let us read about the Trolley Problem.
The Huffington Post
Behind the Absurd Popularity of Trolley Problem Memes
06/01/2016 07:15 pm ET | Updated Jul 05, 2016
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/linch-zhang/behind-the-absurd-popular_b_10247650.html
and so on.
I myself envisage a situation in which I push old Fatty off the bridge on day 1. However, the police do not apprehend the terrorist who tied the blokes to the trolley tracks. Thus, on day 2 there are five more of the best citizens secured to the rails.
I push Fatty #2 off the bridge.
This continues until the fifth day dawns. The police have let the terrorist slip through their fingers, there are five people on the tracks, I am on the bridge above and - inexplicably - a number of chubby guys and dolls are sauntering by, even though my face must be well-known from the evening news.
So do I kill a fifth fat person? If I do I would negate the numerical advantage, morality-wise, of killing a fewer number of people. Now if I push, the fatalities would equal 5, the same they would have equalled on day 1 had I not pushed Mr. Arbuckle off the bridge.
And I have every right to re-write the scenario. It's all imagination anyway while we are arguing about it. If there really were a trolley bearing down on a mournful pentad, would we be arguing the morality of the case?
There is a lot of this moronic simulation of reality that goes on.
I mean, anything and everything goes in these scenarios of moral, politics, and religion, whereas in reality you would be lucky to have a couple of strands of a frayed safety line to pull you out of harm's way. In real life, the Personal Flotation Devices are always stuffed away up towards the bows of the boat next to the biffy - desperately in need of flushing! - and the fire extinguishers are nowhere to be found.
How would I handle the Trolley Problem? I would react as I have been trained to do throughout my entire life history.
That's why if we draw the Trolley Problem as it would probably really, really happen as in the lower panel of the drawing below:
In the Ticking-Bomb Problem, we had a moral situation where many people - I think including Alan Dershovitz - argued that we should be morally justified to use torture to elicit the exact location of the ticking bomb from the terrorist before the bomb goes off, killing quite a few people.
The whole thing is choreographed like Die Hard, but a lot of people take it seriously as a moral argument.
The Trolley Problem is similar to me in that it is a goofy language and imagination game of hypotheticals.
First, let us read about the Trolley Problem.
The Huffington Post
Behind the Absurd Popularity of Trolley Problem Memes
06/01/2016 07:15 pm ET | Updated Jul 05, 2016
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/linch-zhang/behind-the-absurd-popular_b_10247650.html
The internet is no stranger to sudden bursts of popularity. From the hundreds of millions of views of Rebecca Black’s Friday to the million of fans of the science-based stick figure cartoon XKCD, we’re quite used to seeing sudden inexplicable jumps in popularity. Nonetheless, it it is still quite surprising to see the explosive growth of Trolley Problem Memes, a page built around variations of a simple ethical thought experiment, little known outside the corridors of academic philosophy.
The basic set-up: There is a runaway trolley barreling down the railway tracks. Ahead, on the tracks, there are five people tied up and unable to move. The trolley is headed straight for them. You are standing some distance off in the train yard, next to a lever. If you pull this lever, the trolley will switch to a different set of tracks. However, you notice that there is one person on the side track. You have two options: (1) Do nothing, and the trolley kills the five people on the main track. (2) Pull the lever, diverting the trolley onto the side track where it will kill one person. What do you do?
Sounds pretty simple, right? But what if you add a twist? What if, instead of pressing a lever, you had to push a fat man down a bridge in the hopes of stopping a trolley? What if the situation is probabilistic instead of deterministic? What if you could combine questions of epistemology or metaphysics to a seemingly straightforward question of ethics? What if you could reference philosophy, pop culture and history, and add a dash of weirdly macabre humor?
This is the premise of trolley problem memes. You’d think it’d get old really quickly, yet at almost 2 months of age and over 40,000 followers on Facebook, TPM is very much alive and kicking.
It’s difficult to overstate just how remarkable this is. As of May 31st, Trolley Problem Memes has 44,020 followers (less than 2 months after its creation). The great utilitarian John Stuart Mill has a mere 25,000 followers, while Peter Singer, arguably the single most famous ethicist today, has just 31,000 likes on Facebook. The Facebook group Utilitarianism has just over 1,000 members, while the philosophically-inclined do-gooder group “Effective Altruism“ has about 10,000. Nihilist Memes currently has more followers (763,000 likes), but nihilism has always been more popular among the jaded angsty teen crowd. To put it bluntly, the popularity of Trolley Problem Memes is simply inexplicable.
To attempt to explain the inexplicable, I had a Skype interview with Aljoša Toplak and Haris Sehic, the two young Slovenian creators of Trolley Problem Memes: ....
and so on.
I myself envisage a situation in which I push old Fatty off the bridge on day 1. However, the police do not apprehend the terrorist who tied the blokes to the trolley tracks. Thus, on day 2 there are five more of the best citizens secured to the rails.
I push Fatty #2 off the bridge.
This continues until the fifth day dawns. The police have let the terrorist slip through their fingers, there are five people on the tracks, I am on the bridge above and - inexplicably - a number of chubby guys and dolls are sauntering by, even though my face must be well-known from the evening news.
So do I kill a fifth fat person? If I do I would negate the numerical advantage, morality-wise, of killing a fewer number of people. Now if I push, the fatalities would equal 5, the same they would have equalled on day 1 had I not pushed Mr. Arbuckle off the bridge.
And I have every right to re-write the scenario. It's all imagination anyway while we are arguing about it. If there really were a trolley bearing down on a mournful pentad, would we be arguing the morality of the case?
There is a lot of this moronic simulation of reality that goes on.
I mean, anything and everything goes in these scenarios of moral, politics, and religion, whereas in reality you would be lucky to have a couple of strands of a frayed safety line to pull you out of harm's way. In real life, the Personal Flotation Devices are always stuffed away up towards the bows of the boat next to the biffy - desperately in need of flushing! - and the fire extinguishers are nowhere to be found.
How would I handle the Trolley Problem? I would react as I have been trained to do throughout my entire life history.
That's why if we draw the Trolley Problem as it would probably really, really happen as in the lower panel of the drawing below:
and I would wish that the guy at the switch had a religious upbringing, possibly had been a Cub Scout and a Boy Scout, served as a deacon at his church, and whose most vile curse was "Jiminy crickets!"
Upbringing and Education are EVERYTHING when crunch time cometh.
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Saturday, December 17, 2016
The Way We Speak
note: I came across an old post and it struck me that is describes a game that captures modern ways of talking in public, on TV, on the radio, and - most importantly - it sounds like the speech of politicians and people who run for president.
This game is the second game described - not the first game which I thought was a terrific hoot, but no one seemed to understand! - and involves finding posts with comment sections and just mixing up the two sets of comments.
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Truth or Comment
published 05/30/2015
The Last Of The Mohicans
Russel Means and Wes Studi
New game.
Brilliant. Just made it up.
I hope it does better than my last one, which was based on guessing an individual and a movie, all based upon (1) a vague description of the individual and a (2) correlated something from a movie which had a connection, no matter how tenuous, to the individual.
I do not think I even got so far as to have a name for it.
For example, I had a friend who did contract work in Kentucky for a while, so the clue was "guy who worked in Ken-tuck-eee".
Now all the syllables in "Ken-tuck-eee" had the same flat accent on them, and if we were really doing well, it would be delivered in the voice of Daniel Day Lewis. Then it is obvious that the film is The Last Of The Mohicans. (Many of the native American languages do not have the same type of accentuation that we may be used to.)
Assuming we guessed the guy who did the contract work, we got everything at that point.
The only problem was I tried this game out on the guy who himself did the contract work in Ken-tuck-eee, and who had seen the film The Last Of The Mohicans, and he drew a total blank. I mean, he did not have a clue.
I mean, he said he did not know anyone who did any work in Kentucky for a week, then came home for the weekend, then returned Mondays. Since this is what he himself had done, it was perplexing. I think the movie section frightened him.
I don't know exactly what his mental processes were, but apparently they were something like:
"These are not the way of the Huron. Magwa does not understand this nonsense."
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This new game is much simpler.
Truth or Comment?
RULES
Just open up two or three different stories in newsie sites that let the readers comment.
Then take the comments and mix them up.
1)CNBC
West Coast drought: Why California water is so cheap
Jane Wells Thursday, 28 May 2015 | 11:29 AM ET
http://www.cnbc.com/id/102714268
2)CNBC
When it can be illegal to withdraw your own money
Zack Guzman 19 Hours Ago
http://www.cnbc.com/id/102717680
Thus, we have drought, water, rivers, blah-blah-blah, and money, banks, government, IRS, FBI, yadda-yadda-yadda...
This results in
Comments:
a) I seldom use my credit card unless I am buying something online or large like appliances, furnace, air conditioner. I usually pull out a $1000 to $5000 at the beginning of the month depending on what I intend to spend money on that month. Based on this article looks like I am going to have to keep records of how I spend every dime.
b) Start by drinking your own pee..
c) That's what your tax forms are for...
d) bad idea.. pee is full of toxins that your body is excreting. urea is one. now if you had access to a still you could probably distill your pee and extract pure water from it....
e) This is not freedom. It is close monitoring by a government who wants to know who you call, email, text, and how much money you have and where you spend it.
This is slavery, but the slaves don't know they are slaves.
f) Hillbillies have a leg up on the competition....
The only problem with this game is that it begins to sound strangely like cable TV and radio talk shows.
Instead of being some sort of "Mad-libs" craziness, it reminds us of our TV shows and Government officials.
Scarey.
We weren't going for scarey, but it'll work.
You see? It is just like what passes for civil discourse in Oceania and Airstrip One.
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Friday, October 30, 2015
Les Trahison Des Traducteurs
© REUTERS/ Bulent Kilic/Pool
Translators may slant things by their choice of words.
It stands to reason. The original speakers themselves slant things by their choice of the original words that they utter, so the translator, too. It is the job of the translator to try and catch the slant, the original spin, that the words were given.
Soooo.... I don't particularly like President Erdogan of Turkey.
However, having said that and knowing that this bit of animus exists, still I would still try to faithfully translate this report on the refugee crisis as follows:
(original)
La Turquie, "zone tampon" à migrants pour Bruxelles?
(translation)
Does Turkey Act As The European Union's Buffer Zone For Refugees?
and not use some other less faithful but more outrageous translation.
http://www.alterinfo.net/notes/La-Turquie-zone-tampon-a-migrants-pour-Bruxelles_b8449875.html
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Thursday, July 09, 2015
Masters Of The Dwang
Old House In Waikato, New Zealand
I received a comment from New Zealand which contained a puzzling expression:
"...cowboy builder... "
(see post Home From The Holidays, http://fatherdaughtertalk.blogspot.com/2015/07/home-from-holidays.html)
Since the writer had just denied facility in foreign lingo, this was a puzzle, for it was an assertion and a disavowal - was it not? "Cowboy builder" is surely from far away climes and long ago palavers of mankind.
I looked for it in New Zealand newspapers, and found the following in the Waikato Times:
What became of the cowboy builders and the shonky jobs?
STEPHEN OLIVER
http://www.stuff.co.nz/waikato-times/opinion/columnists/stephen-oliver/7997573/What-became-of-the-cowboy-builders-and-the-shonky-jobs
They came thundering over the horizon and across the Canterbury Plains in a swirl of dust and heat and beating hooves, nail pockets flapping wildly in the wind and spirit levels at the ready in the saddle holster. A posse of cowboy builders and renegade chippies mounted up and rode for the corrals of the Christchurch CBD, that earthquake-ravaged, dodgy city of the South.
From every point of the compass they came, holed up for years in the dead end gulches of shonky jobs. The "Do It Yourself Boys" - masters of the celebrated dwang, joist haulers and concrete-pad lads, warriors of the skill-saw and angle grinder, the chisel champs and jackhammer jocks, the under-cut boys; the "no-job-too-small-for-cash crews" camped out in the wastelands of far-flung suburbia. Meanwhile, across the ditch, from Caboolture to Gundagai, the bad boys of the rivet-gun and crow bar gangs hearing the call - saddled up and rode out. Not one Trade Certificate between them.
A scenario maybe that belongs to a chemically induced state of euphoria or short film treatment of the same. The DIY tradition lives on, last vestige of colonial self-sufficiency whose origins go back to settlement times and a healthy distrust of authority.
In Australia there existed once upon a time the sugar bag carpenter. I met an old codger at a pub in Bondi Junction - claimed he was the last of that old breed, and I believed him too; in fact, I wrote a poem about what he told me that sweltering summer afternoon on the eve of the new millennium. The poem, Sugerbag Carpenter subsequently appeared in my collection, Unmanned (1999). The poem kicks off like this:
Them days all you needed was a blunt saw & an axe thrown in a sack. If you could drive a 3" nail through a pound of butter you got the job and that's a fact - ask Bob the Builder who shook the hand of Banjo Patterson though no one believes him...(I emphasized "cowboy builder" and similar things.)
Wonderful.
Oh, a dwang is a noggin between studs.
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Wednesday, March 18, 2015
The Grey And God And..... דער שׂטן
I watched the film The Grey again. This was the second time, and I could pay closer attention to details of its inspiration and building.
In the IMDb, the is a synopsis and a comment:
In Alaska, a team of oil workers board a flight home; however, they cross a storm and the airplane crashes. Only seven workers survive in the wilderness and John Ottway, who is a huntsman that kills wolves to protect the workers, assumes leadership of the group. Shortly after they learn that they are surrounded by a pack of wolves and Ottway advises that they should seek protection in the woods. But while they walk through the heavy snow, they are chased and attacked by the carnivorous mammals.
Written by Claudio Carvalhoand
... When it comes to issues of faith and the will to survive, that's when "The Grey" really jumps up and above the bar for its genre. The story is told in such a way that when people die, it's not for our entertainment, but to highlight the unpredictable nature of ... nature, and life and death. As Ottway wrestles with these same issues, its Neeson's performance that makes it hit home...In the final minutes, Liam Neeson's Ottway character yells to the skies that now is that time when divinity - if there be anything divine in this feral universe - show itself to him... for he is at that point the very last man standing.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a thought in Latin in my head and no scrap of paper nearby, so I scribbled it down on a Yiddish copy of Isaac Singer's דער שׂטן אין גאָרייַ
(Satan In Goray) which has been on my night stand
all this brutal winter:
and on the back I wrote:
illi credentes mortui sunt;
currentes cum Deo vivunt.
which translates as Those who believe are dead; those running with God are alive.
Now this is probably heresy to half the population, but it underscores the difference between Language: talking about, having a belief system, arguing, etc. and the real fact of Being-in-the-world.
Liam Neeson's Ottway was very much alive and in a terrible world. He sought a word or a sign, as we have all been taught since childhood. When people are killed in The Grey, this does not serve to highlight "the unpredictable nature of ... nature, and life and death.
When we met these men at the beginning, they were workers after hours getting drunk in a bar and having fistfights. Later in the film, the character Diaz says that his life was meaningless and depraved.
It was not life. It was the coarse-grained simulacrum of life reserved for minorities and marginalized and those who are meek and not blessed.
Ottway believed enough to cry out to God.
But, as the Grey head-wolf awaited him minutes later, Ottway lived beyond belief.....
He became a totem animal....
He placed glass vials and bottles and sharp metals between his fingers, then bound his hands tightly with bands, forming mortal claws with which to combat the Grey. Then he turned and leaped into the fray.....
So-o-o-o, this morning I find Netanyahu has 30 seats in the Knesset, and will probably form a government devoted to apartheid.
Unless.... unless... Mr. Netanyahu forgets his own bio, and leaps into life and finds some precious jewel which has escaped the eyes of the rest of us.
If not, then there is a point when historical parallels take over, and we become totemistic figures.
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Monday, January 12, 2015
Holes In The Credo
Find the True Linen Threads, and Find the False.
An interesting thing about religious belief systems is that they do not really fall apart if some of the basic proposition of faith are denied or changed.
For example, there are many Christians today who have no use for the poor and homeless, and they are quite vocal about it. It is just as if they hear a Sermon on the Mount from the Anti-Christ.
Yet, their Christian lives are not impoverished, not materially changed, not spiritually transformed. They are considered Christian, and they live their lives accordingly.
Even though they seem like Christians with a big, gaping hole in their Credo.
ANd in Wikipedia, we read:
Nestorianism
Nestorianism is a Christological doctrine advanced by Nestorius (386–450), Patriarch of Constantinople from 428–431. The doctrine, which was informed by Nestorius' studies under Theodore of Mopsuestia at the School of Antioch, emphasizes the disunion between the human and divine natures of Jesus. Nestorius' teachings brought him into conflict with some other prominent church leaders, most notably Cyril of Alexandria, who criticized especially his rejection of the title Theotokos ("Bringer forth of God") for the Virgin Mary. Nestorius and his teachings were eventually condemned as heretical at the First Council of Ephesus in 431 and the Council of Chalcedon in 451, leading to the Nestorian Schism in which churches supporting Nestorius broke with the rest of the Christian Church. Afterward many of Nestorius' supporters relocated to Sassanid Persia, where they affiliated with the local Christian community, known as the Church of the East. Over the next decades the Church of the East became increasingly Nestorian in doctrine, leading it to be known alternately as the Nestorian Church.
Nestorianism is a form of dyophysitism, and can be seen as the antithesis to monophysitism, which emerged in reaction to Nestorianism...
Nestorians reached China and left their mark. Their lives of faith were not impoverished by their so-called heresy.
Arianism
Arianism is the nontrinitarian heretical, theological teaching attributed to Arius (c. AD 250–336), a Christian presbyter in Alexandria, Egypt, concerning the relationship of God the Father to the Son of God, Jesus Christ. Arius asserted that the Son of God was a subordinate entity to God the Father. Deemed a heretic by the Ecumenical First Council of Nicaea of 325, Arius was later exonerated in 335 at the regional First Synod of Tyre,[1] and then, after his death, pronounced a heretic again at the Ecumenical First Council of Constantinople of 381.[2] The Roman Emperors Constantius II (337–361) and Valens (364–378) were Arians or Semi-Arians.
This is one great difference between religious discourse and scientific discourse, this ability to transform.
The religious philosophers will have problems, but the faithful will not. The philosophers will complain of contradictions and inconsistencies, but not the faithful: their faith transforms their lives and their lives flow from the past to the future...
It is all like a great river.
Science and Philosophy and Logic as we have developed them in our Western Tradition cannot allow holes in the Credo, or gaps in the Canon.
When we talk of "belief systems" we forget this.
We like to think that the proposition "I believe in X" must be true or false.
But that feeling of necessity is derived from the philosophers, from the scientists, and from the logicians.
The Faithful have demonstrated for all of human life that Faith is not "atomistic" and "axoimatic"; rather, it is a great carpet of many-colors with infinite selvages blowing in a ceaseless breeze.
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Saturday, January 03, 2015
Private Eyes
Photo of a shammes in Poland in 1926, shown knocking on the
shutters of a home summoning men to a shule (synagogue) service
From OzTorah
http://www.oztorah.com/2008/02/shammes-shamus-ask-the-rabbi/
A shammes (or shammas) is an official acting as the beadle, sexton, and caretaker of a synagogue (from the Hebrew shammash, “to serve”). What my dictionary says about shamus is “US slang: a police or private detective, probably from shammes, influenced by Irish Seamas, James”.
The origins of the shammes go back to Talmudic times. In those days his title was chazan, which did not denote a cantor but a synagogue overseer. He was a versatile individual with responsibility for the synagogue building, the conduct of services, the allocation of seats, the supervision (and sometimes teaching) of children, and even acting as court official and sheriff.
In time the offices of chazan and shammes were separated. The chazan chanted the services; the shammes became the general factotum whose duties ran from community administration to announcing lost property and proclaiming the results of law suits...
I am interested in word origins, and "shamus" is one of those.
To be precise, I am interested in goofy etymologies - explanations of word origins that are daft, yet keep turning up in print.
The derivation of "shamus" from the Celtic name Seamas, or James, makes no sense whatever, unless we postulate some alternate history and universe wherein St. James the Greater and St. James the Lesser were not only Apostles of Jesus, but had been recruited by Jesus after he had left the Sea of Galilee - having landed Simon Peter and the sons of Zebedee - and had gone to Capernaum to the No.1 Greater or Lesser Detective Agency to run a background check on the new Galileans.
There he found the James boys.
However, if you look closely at the photo at the top of the shammes, he is standing near enough to the window to eavesdrop and peek inside. This reminds us immediately of Jake Gittes in Chinatown saying talking about having to do "divorce" work; i.e., catching some poor cheater in flagrante delicto and taking the snapshots for the aggrieved wife.
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"It Was A Terrible Accident"
Detail of "Christ Carrying The Cross"
Painting by Hieronymus Bosch
It dawned on me this morning that most people seem to use the word "accident" in the sense that there has been a bad sequence of events, and it was set in motion by Satan, the devil, an evil Jinni or Ifrit, or one of the thousand demons that stand on our left and right sides according to the Talmud.
Most accidents seem to come from outside evil influences.
No accidents come from our own actions.
For example, if person A were to drive his car into a concrete abutment at 100 miles per hour, the most reasonable causality language these days would be to say that the "Devil indeed made him do it.". It is horrible, totally not understandable, and it is a random tragedy.
In fact, we find the primary distinction between Randomness and Deviltry in whether we like/support/desire something versus whether we abominate/hate/dislike something.
If we like a certain thing, and there is a very unfortunate event involving that certain thing, then the Devil caused the accident. Or the inherent tragic nature of the universe. Or why do awful things happen to such good folks, like us? Pure deviltry and Boschian demons.
If, on the other hand, we dislike a certain thing, and there is a very unfortunate event involving that certain thing, then the object of our dislike or hatred caused the unfortunate event.
If the object of our dislike is a dumb device, then the tragedy came from the bad device and someone's baneful attraction to the bad device, and they should have listened to our good advice!
Most of the time, we get off scott-free. Our actions were, at worst, neutral.
Thus, society is in a very good place, causality-wise.
The bad outcomes of its actions are attributed to otherworldly demons or influences, and no one is the wiser... many, however, may be sadder. The actions were are approving of merely provide fodder for the Beast, and randomly tragedy will rip apart and create potholes in the worldly road of our good intentions.
I, however, found that most often my personal tragedies that derived from my actions were my own fault to a very large degree.
That's why Society is chutzpadik, and I am merely a schlemiel.
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Saturday, December 27, 2014
The Relativity Of Morals
Rudyard Kipling, Author Of The Jungle Book
Moral Relativism has been made a big deal in our time.
I consider it another one of those conceptual prisons we find ourselves lured into, then become too lazy and befuddled to find our way out from. It is, indeed, a classic fly in the fly-bottle.
I was reading about Mary Zimmerman's production of Disney's The Jungle Book in Chicago, and some questions posed to her as to whether Rudyard Kipling's racism were a problem for her.
Chicago Magazine:
http://www.chicagomag.com/Chicago-Magazine/C-Notes/May-2013/Mary-Zimmerman-Race-Gender-Jungle-Book/
How Mary Zimmerman Handled Kipling’s Racism and Misogyny in a New The Jungle Book Musical
The adapter extraordinaire dives into the controversial aspects of the story she’s staging at the Goodman Theatre.
By Catey Sullivan
...The Jungle Book, and King Louie in particular, has been criticized as playing into racial stereotypes. Was that a concern when adapting the film?
Yeah, it was a concern. But I’ve decided to make it not a concern. I know what the lyrics say and how squeamish you can get about that. But we’ve done some things with casting that I’m not going to give away, but that I think will remove that element. I know what the lyrics of [“I Wanna Be Like You”] say, but look at the original—it’s sung by Louis Prima. He’s the King of the Swingers. It’s something I think where the racism is in the eye of the beholder, you know? If you look at that as racist, doesn’t that say more about what you’re projecting on to the character? There’s clearly politics in the [British] accents Disney used, but I don’t think we’ll be using accents at all...
And it occurred to me that racism is not in the eye of the beholder, until the point is reached when one begins talking about racism.
Once individual speakers begin a palaver about racism or any moral virtue, it does indeed take on the appearance of some notion of relativism, or - as is often expressed - "true for me."
There are absolutes until we begin to image and speak; then we break the absolutes down into a negotiation of individual expressions. These expressions are mixed into a communally agreed upon world view, not because that world view is true, but because we actually agreed upon it.
Our communal world view is "relative" to us in the sense that we negotiated and caucused it together.
But racism is not in the eye of the beholder.
There are moral absolutes.
There is no Atomism in Ethics....
Philosophy broke down into (1) Atomism, which modern science has as its realm, and (2) Aristotle, Aquinas, Averroes, and Akiba, which is the proper realm of ethics.
Religion suffers most in the modern day by ignoring the active participation of religious people in the active negotiation of the communal vision. Our common belief is mostly a creed, a Credo, a Shahada, which acts like a person's cartel of inclusion into a religion, but avoids the strenuous "quest" of that person to seek the absolute of salvation.
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Monday, November 17, 2014
New Words: Slum-Rise
A combination of "slum" and "high-rise" is "slum-rise", as in
"We have just rented a fab slum-rise near the favela."
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The World As Thing
Siefried Kracauer
Reading Siegfried Kracauer's great book From Caligari To Hitler: A Psychological History of the German Film published in 1947. In the present section, he is writing of the German films in the early years of The Great Depression, and has just finished discussing UFA's production of Mensch Ohne Namen (Man Without A Name) made in 1932 and starring Werner Krauss.
The next paragraph begins:
Times were indeed so bad that even qualified specialists could not count on re-employment once they had been dismissed.Indeed!We have gone through such times.
Kracauer picks up the thread with a discussion of Die Gräfin von Monte Christo (The Countess of Monte Cristo) of 1932, another UFA film. Brigitte Helm is cast as a film extra cast as a leading lady. While shooting at night, she drives her luxury car used in the film to a real de luxe hotel, where she is treated royally because of her impressive luggage emblazoned with "Countess of Monte Cristo".
Things happen, and eventually she is found out. With a flair for publicity, the film company soothes over things with the hotel and turns the escapade into a great front-page story which is good for everyone involved: the film is on everyone's lips and she gets a good contract.
So ends that story,
...proving conclusively what all these screens opiates tended to demonstrate: that everyday life itself is a fairy tale.
It sounds so much like Reality TV, which itself is crudely and cheaply scripted, and is so remote from "reality" that when a member of the cast commits suicide, all references to such unpleasantness have to be removed from the film already shot... all this in order to maintain the diseased fairy tale illusion of our modern lives.
We allow illusions, because we treat the world as an "it", an object which we manipulate.
When we pray to God for something, we are treating the Holy as an object to be cajoled and manipulated into giving us miracles.
Only the film companies can work miracles!
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Sunday, November 16, 2014
The Real Decoy
The New York Times crossword had an unusual word today. The clue was "feints" and the answer was "dekes".
"Dekes"?! As in "he dekes me out." ??
I thought they had gone to a dialect dictionary of Yorkshire to find that, but it turns out to be a Canadianism.
Having spent many years at school in Canada, my wrath was throttled somewhat. I rarely spill vitriol all over the Great White North, but upon reading further, I let loose with a condemnation of the land of Steven Harper.
It turns out "deke" derives from "decoy". It was used in hockey for the short-of-breath to refer to a feint, or a move intended to deceive the opponent. "To deke" is "to decoy" or "to misled by a quick movement". Or, as we say in basketball, "to fake someone out".
However, since the Canadians were on to a good thing, they could not leave well enough alone.
There is another usage which means "to make a side trip"; a real side trip, not a phoney side trip intended to deceive.
For example,
"Before we get home, I'm going to deke down the Danforth (or "down the Mortimer" or "down the Dawes" or "down the Victoria Park" or whatever definite articulate road we may be near!) and pop into the jug milk store!"Jug milk store.
There's Canada-speak for ya: jug milk.
Personally, I calls it the Maxie Milk Store at the sign of the Kerry dancing Cat. People in Canada think I'm really Canadian then; a bit provincial, but definitely from the right side of the Love Canal.
My favorite Canuck store is, of course, St. Hubert chicken:
Anyway, so there it is; "to deke" means both "to deceive with a phoney side step" and "to make a real side trip". It is ever cool to have such a blanket concept to cover both the true and the false. Such things could revolutionize philosophy and belief systems.
We in the States. alas, have no wit to conjure up such things.
The only coupling of concepts that I can think of that comes close to the Canadian "Deke (fake and real)" is the well worn pair:
Decoy
and
The Real McCoy.
Some may say I have taken liberties here, but !!!!!!.....................
I have "deked" you ! (In both senses).
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Sunday, December 29, 2013
Positive Polarity
If you have read the post on Negative Polarity today, http://fatherdaughtertalk.blogspot.com/2013/12/negative-polarity.html, then .... spoiler alert? Anyway, go read and return after a while.
OK. If you have read post, then it may have dawned on you that there must be Positive Polarity Items, too.
I think "oodles" is one such PPI.
Compare "I think your dog is oodles of fun" versus "I do not think your dog is oodles of fun." Although I may say the first (in some alternative universe), I would never say the second, especially after stepping into oodles of dog feces left in the summer cottage backyard on Fathers' Day, 2013.
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OK. If you have read post, then it may have dawned on you that there must be Positive Polarity Items, too.
I think "oodles" is one such PPI.
Compare "I think your dog is oodles of fun" versus "I do not think your dog is oodles of fun." Although I may say the first (in some alternative universe), I would never say the second, especially after stepping into oodles of dog feces left in the summer cottage backyard on Fathers' Day, 2013.
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Negative Polarity
Scissors Grinder, by Karl Malevich
(I could not find a picture of a Tinker)
Negative Polarity Items on All Things Linguistic:
http://allthingslinguistic.com/post/61793502009/giving-a-shit-about-negative-polarity-items
NPI stands for Negative Polarity Item, and they’re called that because they tend to be found in the scope of negation and serve to emphasize that negation. Classic examples are any, ever, and even, which sound great in negative sentences like (1-4) but pretty weird in the positive equivalents in (5-8).*
(1) I don’t love anyone.
(2) We are never, ever, getting back together.
(3) I don’t even know myself.
(4) I don’t want to go to sleep either.
(5) *I love anyone.I came up with "a tinker's dam" (or "damn", if you must) as in "I don't give a tinker's dam" versus "I do give a tinker's dam." Obviously a negative polarity item.
(6) *We are ever getting back together.
(7) *I even know myself.
(8) *I want to go to sleep either...
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Thursday, December 12, 2013
Fowler's Modern English Usage
One of the books that make an tremendous impression on me was H.W.F. Fowler's Modern English Usage.
The "modernity" of his book was just around World War I, but it was a breath of fresh air to me.
Below is a Fowler cartoon, based on the correct usage of "can" and "may".
I shall wing this from memory, and I am sorry if I am mistaken, but I believe the correct usage of the verb "can" is in expressing the ability to do something; e.g., I can go to the movies by driving my car there.
"May" is used to express allowance, permission, or a possibility; e.g., May I go to the movies, if I clean up the bathroom?
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Old Age SATs
The "Old Man" Of Auto Painting
My brother had an aneurysm hemorrhage last Friday, and by the grace of God, he will be leaving the hospital today or tomorrow.
In the meantime, I sped into the medical system of the hospital my brother was recuperating in, and had a battery of tests, including ultra-sounds for the carotid and abdominal arteries, costing $70 for the lot! Since my father had also had an iliac aneurysm operated on back in 2006, I saw no reason to put it off any longer, and decided to pay the $70, then see if I could re-imbursed later.
Even if there is no way to separate the costs of the tests and to re-imburse me, it probably would have cost me almost $70 to see my doctor and go to various places for some of the specialized tests.....
So a friend wrote me and said that these test were "the SATs of old age", which I thought was pretty funny. I seem to remember gerontological groups clustered together and comparing cholesterol stats in pretty much the same way as we used to talk about which SAT percentile we landed in.
Having said this, I think it is pretty obvious that this is a clear case where the simple, strong, and direct Anglo-Saxon expression; i.e., "old age", is not the preferred means of communication.
I need another word:
The Latin "gerontology" and its brothers and sisters have been placed in a state of eternal "dibs" by the medical community, so that is out.
The Greek "presbyter" and its ilk are similarly monopolized by the Presbyterian Church, and even though it does not offend me to be characterized as being as dour and staid as a member of the Scottish Church of the Glasgow Assembly (beware the curse of Hiel the Bethelite!!), it would be much too ambiguous and people might mistakenly take me for an elder of the church.
The French "vieillesse" is precise and succinct, but given the ambivalence of Americans to things French - American fries versus French fries and the unshakeable belief that the French waiters are arrogant in their attitude to American tourists who are dressed like comedic beggars and who make no attempt to speak French - it would give the impression of being a Précieux Ridicule.
(this last sentence being a self-fulfilling prophecy, I suppose.)
The German "Altertum" is off the table. I would not mind being referred to as "der Alte", and thus imagining myself to be Conrad Adenauer, but it won't fly.
Ditto for Russian "старость", or "starost", and the Chinese "晚年". They will only generate blank stares.
So I have decided on the Arabic "shaib", which means "a state of having white hair".
Merely having white hair does not necessarily mean being old, which itself is a big plus.
Furthermore, it is pronounced just like "Scheib" in "Earl Scheib", the automobile painting magnate, who himself was of Lebanese descent.
So "shaib"... or "Scheib"... for "old age".
If someone (not me!) were to be referred to by age, particularly "old age", they would be called الشيب
which would be "Ashyab", but there's no reason I could not use "scheib" for this, also.
So, the battery of tests are Scheib SATs.
And I have accomplished what I set out to do: I have totally turned attention away from my antiqueness.
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Sunday, August 18, 2013
Distaff Relations
My wife has many nephews, too. Most of their names begin with the letter "M", however. There are some three that immediately come to mind: Maier, Meyer, and Meier.
In New York lived Meyer Hans Joachim H______ (whose last name we will not disclose). When he was a child, the other kinder in the neighborhood would ask him his name, and he would answer with the whole megilla:
Meyer Hans Joachim!
which was the cause of merriment to the other children, who decided to call him
Meyer Hansy Waffles
[I don't know how Waffles came from Joachim (pronounced "Yo-a-khem" ) other than the "yo" went with "Hans" to create "Hans-y", leaving "O-a-khem" and the only thing they could think of was "waaaa-something-something" and they thought of breakfast.]
This led to variations: flapjacks, griddle cake, and cornbread...although a less cornbread person never have I seen.
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