Wednesday: Hili dialogue

February 10, 2016 • 6:00 am

Good morning everyone, happy Hump Day! May the blessings of strong coffee or fragrant tea be upon you. It’s Grania here again, Jerry will join us later on in the day; at the moment he has Important Stuff keeping him occupied.

A: What are you doing here?
Hili: I’m promoting your book.
A: With such a gloomy face?
Hili: Not gloomy but wondering whether my friends have already ordered it.

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In Polish:

Ja: Co tu robisz?
Hili: Promuję twoją książkę.
Ja: Z taką ponurą miną?
Hili: Nie ponurą, tylko pytającą, czy moi przyjaciele już zamówili.

 

If you are wondering about what Hili is talking about, as Malgorzata explains below, Andrzej has written a new book.

Andrzej thought for a long time about writing about the problem why Israel, the country not bigger than one of Poland’s voivodships, gives rise to such interest, passion, obsession, hatred, lies etc. Then about a year ago, he was recommended a blog by a known Polish female journalist who was writing about the Middle East. This very one sided writing became a trigger and  Andrzej decided to write his book in the form of letters to this journalist. Now, many years ago, still under Communism, a very well known Polish writer, Kazimierz Brandys, wrote a book under the title: “Letters to Mrs. Z.”. Playing on the fact that the surname of this journalist starts with “Z” Andrzej gave his book a working title “Different letters to a different Mrs. Z.”. This is now a subtitle, while the title of Andrzej’s book means “Israel’s all faults”.

If you are interested (and can read Polish), you can read more about it here. Our best wishes to Andrzej for the success of his book!

 

And as a lagniappe, long-time regular Taskin sent Jerry a photo of Gus who is as concerned as I am about the cold.

 

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See that bright sunshine and beautiful blue sky? That means it’s FREEZING here!

 

Noms in Denton

February 9, 2016 • 2:00 pm

My long-time best friend Kenny King, who had married a British girl and moved to England several decades ago, died unexpectedly in April of 2014 (see memoriam at link). I was upset that I couldn’t make it to the funeral, as I was giving talks in Davis, California.

Yesterday I was finally able to make it to the small village of Denton (half an hour from Milton Keynes) to visit Jane, Kenny’s wife. We paid tribute to the old man the best way we knew how: enjoying his great collection of wines and toasting to his life and memory. Jane is also a terrific vegetarian cook, so during our short one-day visit we had some fantastic noms.

Below is a small part of Kenny’s collection. He was the person who taught me to appreciate wine, especially German Rieslings and the great Rhone wines of France—in my opinion, the world’s finest red wines. I have about a case of rare wines in his collection in Denton (some of the wines at lower right, including a half case of Sauternes), but couldn’t bring any back this time.

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Jane making lunch, in this case homemade tomato soup from locally grown tomatoes, red peppers, and cream:

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Lunch: the soup (terrific), cheese scones, Gruyere and cheddar cheese, and a selection of British crackers (not biscuits!):

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First course for dinner: garlic baked in olive oil till it becomes very soft, and then spread on homemade wholemeal bread (Jane is also an excellent baker). I didn’t photograph the second course (stuffed mushrooms and celeriac with cream and rapeseed oil) because I had drunk too much wine and forgot:

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Cheers to Kenny! Clockwise from left, Latha Menon, my friend and editor at Oxford University Press (head trade science commissioning editor, also a friend of Jane), Jane, and Adam, Kenny’s son, who now lives in Valencia but came up for a visit.

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And the wines, selected by Jane in the knowledge that Kenny would probably have offered these. If you know wines you’ll see that these are terrific, and they were. There’s a Macon Chardonnay, a great 1989 Bordeaux (“claret”), an equally great 2006 Rhone, and then, on the extreme right, one of the bottles I bought with Kenny: a Vin de Constance from the famous Klein Constanzia vineyard in South Africa. It’s a sweet wine made from the muscat grape. The wine is historically important, having been produced since the late 17th century. This “Constantia” wine is mentioned in novels by Dickens and Jane Austen as a restorative drink. The 2007 vintage was particularly good, and proved a lovely postprandial tipple, supplanting dessert (or “pudding” as they call it here).

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Northwestern students in a burlesque show feel “unsafe” because some groups don’t get solos

February 9, 2016 • 12:30 pm

The more I read about student demands for censorship at American and English universities, as well as for “safe spaces” and the suppression of “hate speech”, the more worried I get. After all, these students will be running our country and the UK when (and if) they grow up, and may in the future impose their “authoritarian leftist” values on their peers. As far as I can see, American universities are, by and large, caving in to some unreasonable student demands, with the notable exception of my own school and its exemplary free-speech code.

But the latest report of student malfeasance does come from Chicago: from Northwestern University up in Evanston. As reported by The Daily Beast, NU holds a burlesque show as part of its annual Sex Week, and the show is racy and salacious. Students must audition, and everyone who does is guaranteed a part—but not a special part as a solo act or as part of a small group. And that’s the rub. As the Daily Beast reports:

But when the casting decisions were shared with the would-be performers, they revolted. Apparently, they didn’t think the directors’ choices were diverse enough—“marginalized experiences were not sufficiently represented in the selected acts,” reported The Daily Northwestern.

Because of this, some students quit the show.

“It was brought to our attention that there are people in our community who feel that those solos and duets and trios are not best representing what the Burlesque community is,” [NU Burlesque co-director Avril] Dominguez said. “We do have a very inclusive and representative cast at large (and) we’re taking that criticism into account and really trying to reestablish a safe space.”

A safe space! Can you really equate not being given a solo to making you “unsafe”? And what communities weren’t represented adquately? It’s not clear. And apparently the protestors don’t know, either:

“People are upset because they don’t think we have diversity in our small groups, but they don’t know the people who got solos — all they see is a name, so they might have made an assumption based on those names,” the Medill senior said. “We see the diversity in our acts because we saw the auditions, but it’s not our place to broadcast what these acts represent.”

That role, said assistant director Victoria Case, belongs to the performers themselves.

Sensible enough. The Daily Northwestern reports, though, that that wasn’t sufficient:

Medill senior Taylor Cumings, who is in her third year with the NU Burlesque cast, said she appreciates the efforts made to make Burlesque an inclusive community, but she also stressed the need to consciously strive to be more inclusive.

“If we’re claiming to be the most diverse show on campus, we need to be better at representing the groups oppressed in our society than the rest of society,” she said.

So, a “safe space” was made by opening up a second round of auditions. All must have solos!

Another student said burlesque show rehearsals will strive to be more “intentionally inclusive” from now on. The group is apparently drafting some kind of constitution, which will presumably enshrine their right to unimaginable levels of inclusivity.

. . . Following the criticisms, Hernandez said the directors worked on restructuring the show to allow more time for solo and small group performances and opened up a second round of auditions for those acts.

. . . “It’s upsetting to us that people not getting a solo or small group piece makes them feel excluded from the Burlesque community,” she said.

You can see where this will lead: every group that considers themselves oppressed will demand equal time and equal prominence. This is not really political advocacy for social change so much as solipsism writ large. Remember, this is not the political or legislative arena: it’s a burlesque show! I needn’t comment further except to echo the Daily Beast‘s conclusion:

American burlesque has a long, celebrated history of advancing social progress by empowering people—of all genders, orientations, colors, shapes, and sizes—to celebrate their bodies while provoking the censors. This form of expression has played an important role in subverting society’s expectations of conformity and morality. There’s never been anything particularly “safe” about burlesque. It’s edgy! It’s radical self-expression! It inspires people to think and behave differently! It provokes! It challenges!

But for some reason, a whole bunch of today’s college students don’t merely run from challenges—they demand repayment, a formal inquiry, and federal legislation to remedy any instance of provocation. All too often, these are the liberal kids—the ones who are supposedly tolerant and open-minded. Recall what happened last semester at Colorado College, when the screening of a pro-gay film was protested, not by social conservatives, but by the campus’s LGBT+ group, because it didn’t feature a sufficient number of transgender characters. For these students, perfect is truly the enemy of good.

[Do read about the Colorado College episode: the pro-gay movie “Stonewall” was deemed “discursively violent,” . . .  reinforcing a hierarchy of oppression…”. Further, one student complained that “the film’s placement of a hunky white boy at the center of events that were often driven by trans women of color, drag queens, butch lesbians, and others is troublesome, to say the least.”]

The Beast continues about Northwestern:

Of course, it seems like there’s also something a tad ordinary going on here: Some students are experiencing a brush with disappointment—possibly their first—at having lost out on a juicier role in the production. It might be better for these students if the directors didn’t erect a safe space to shelter them from reality. As The College Fix’s Dave Huber wrote, “A Broadway director, or better yet, an employer isn’t going to care one whit about some snowflake’s feelings of ‘exclusion.’” Meanwhile, the show must go on—but only if everybody is 100 percent comfortable with it at all times.

I’m not so sure that directors don’t care about “exclusion”: look at the fracas about black representation in Hollywood now. I do feel that’s a legitimate cause for concern—not so much that black actors and films haven’t been nominated for awards, but that films by black or minority directors aren’t getting made. After all, the experience of underrepresented minorities has something to teach us. But I’m not sure that this kind of student entitlement is the way to do it. Perhaps those disappointed students should write their own shows? Or have a demonstration or symposium airing their grievances?

And I’m not so sure that these students will collide with reality when they graduate. Even if they do, some day they’ll be in positions of power—and look out when that happens! What I worry about, as always, is the suppression of disapproved speech as “hate speech,” a trend that shows no sign of waning. As the Beast reports in the Colorado piece,

A recent poll of students’ attitudes conducted by McLaughlin & Associates bears this out. A majority of surveyed students said universities should regulate speech and that people with a history of hateful statements should be banned from campus. A sizeable minority of students incorrectly believed the Constitution did not protect “hate speech,” and that, in ay case, the First Amendment was outdated. Half of the respondents thought their university should crack down on cartoons that criticize religious or ethnic groups, and a whopping 72 percent agreed with the following statement: “Any student or faculty member on campus who uses language that is considered racist, sexist, homophobic or otherwise offensive should be subject to disciplinary action.”

Now that is disturbing!

I see this authoritarian Leftism burgeoning at the University of Chicago—not in our administration, but among our students, whose editorials in the student newspaper increasingly call for the banning of “hate speech,” which, they argue,  is not the same thing as free speech.  (That kind of doublespeak is becoming the rule among students.) I’d write to the paper arguing that one person’s hate speech is another person’s free speech, but that would only anger our students, and, blinkered by anger and feelings of victimhood and entitlement, I don’t know if they’d understand.

h/t: Melissa Chen

Carnie sideshow: the bizarre Catholic tradition that won’t die out

February 9, 2016 • 11:00 am

by Grania Spingies

Once upon a time there was a roaring trade in Christian relics: bits of bones and chopped up mummified body parts and scraps of clothing of purported saints did the rounds in Europe. Many were sold for enormous amounts of money, some became treasured property of local royal families, many became the focus of lucrative pilgrimages for religious centers that housed these relics. Almost all of the relics were endowed with dubious miraculous powers ranging from healing ailments to more spiritual rewards. Certainly, the financial rewards for hosting the body parts was substantial and demand for them was always at a premium. As Andrew Butterfield notes in his New Republic article What Remains:

Such was the desire for the miracle-working bodies of saints that occasionally guards had to watch over mortally ill holy men and women to prevent the unauthorized dismemberment of their corpses as soon as they died.

You’d probably think, well, that was fine for the Late Medieval era. That was then, but Christianity has moved on. People are far more educated these days. Even the most fundamentalist Christians are far removed from the grisly superstitions of the past. Right?

Well, no. The Church after much careful consideration and introspection has decided to straddle rank superstitious hocus pokery and modern rationality at the same time. In a masterful display of the seemingly impossible, they have decided to have their cake and eat it at the same time. As a result the exhumed corpse of Padre Pio (he of the verified-by-Church-Investigators-but-not-scientists stigmata fame) is leaving his home village of San Giovanni Rotondo going on a tour around Italy. He isn’t the first dead body on tour, and he probably (depressingly) won’t be the last.

Why are they doing this? Interestingly, the same reason as back in the Middle Ages. Tourism is down. The Irish Times reports:

Roman hoteliers … claim that, in the wake of the Paris terrorist attacks in November, the sector has been hit by a wave of cancellations.
At the beginning of this month, ADA, the hotel managers association for Lazio, claimed that Christmas and New Year had seen a 10 per cent drop in tourist numbers.

On the other hand, the Vatican’s financial gain is San Giovanni Rotondo’s financial loss. The HuffPo reports:

But not all of the locals in this small town whose economy revolves around the pilgrim trade were happy that the saint was going on the road.

One feature that is widely reported as true, but isn’t in fact true at all is the exhumed body’s incorruptibility. The corpse when exhumed was reported partially skeletal, but he is nevertheless claimed as an incorruptibile all over the internet despite the contrary being well-known amongst the faithful, it’s even included on the Wikipedia page on Incorruptibility. Of course, his body is no such thing (mind you, neither are any of the other mummified corpses on that page – do take a look, especially if you are the type to not flinch while watching Tales From The Crypt or similar horror stories). HuffPo points out:

His body was partially reconstructed with a life-like silicone mask and preserved in a large, temperature-controlled glass reliquary so the faithful could view it.

If you ask a Catholic person whether they really believe that there is something to be gained (other than money, of course) in visiting, touching or owning the dead body of a famous holy person; they will probably frown and tell you that they are not required to venerate saints. It’s true, they are not. Perhaps a more important question would be why they think the Church endorses and promotes this so relentlessly when they know that it embarrasses the majority of their more educated and enlightened members.

There’s not a lot of sophisticated theology here. This is just a fairly mercenary bilking of the credulous, with a cynical mollifying aside to its members who have grown too sophisticated to be taken in by the carnival-style exhibits. Those amongst the faithful who are not attracted to the idea of exhuming and displaying dead bodies will just pretend that it isn’t happening. That’s kind of a miracle all by itself.

 

 

 

Readers’ Wildlife Photos

February 9, 2016 • 8:30 am

Regular John H. sent us these photographs of a rare sighting in Africa.

On a recent trip to Botswana I was lucky to see an African wild cat (Felis lybica or F. sylvestris, depending on your taste). He was either finding a good place for a nap or a good place to hide until the lapwings forgot he was there. This is of course said to be the ancestral species of domestic cats.

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The International Society for Endangered Cats clarifies a little about the two names:

The African Wildcat Felis silvestris lybica occurs across northern Africa and extends around the Arabian Peninsula to the Caspian Sea. This extremely wide distribution is accompanied by a very broad habitat tolerance, and they are absent only from closed tropical forest. Although thinly distributed in true deserts such as the Sahara, they do occur, especially in association with hill and mountain country. In North Africa they occur discontinuously from Morocco through Algeria, Tunisia, Libya and into Egypt.

It has an extensive distribution across the savannas of West Africa on the Atlantic seaboard, eastwards to the Horn of Africa, Sudan and Ethiopia; southwards it is present in all East and southern African countries. Recent genetic data suggests the African Wildcat should be divided into two species, with the Southern African Wildcat Felis silvestris cafra occurring south of the Sahara desert. [JAC: they mean “subspecies,” not “species”!]

The cat is also endangered, as ISEC notes:

The biggest threat to Wildcats are the domestic cats. Hybridization is widespread; there may be very few genetically pure populations of Wildcats remaining. Feral cats compete with them for prey and space, and there is also a high potential for disease transmission.

Thanks John, for the amazing photographs.

 

 

Tuesday: Hili Dialogue & bits ‘n pieces

February 9, 2016 • 6:00 am

Welcome  to Tuesday. Grania here again, Jerry will pop in whenever internet connectivity permit to keep us updated on his activities.

Over in Poland, both man and beast are afflicted by malaise.

A: You see, Hili, that’s what we look like when I have a flu and you are hungry.
Hili: Horrifying.

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In Polish:

Ja: Widzisz Hili, tak wyglądamy, kiedy ja mam grypę, a ty jesteś głodna.
Hili: Przerażające.

We hope Andrzej feels better soon, and wish him a speedy recovery!

Leon weighs in again  with musings on the changing of the seasons.

Leon: It’s a strange spring.

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Here’s an oldie but a goodie from The Oatmeal. I suspect many of us have known a cat or two with loyalties proven not so much to us, but to their tummies.

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