Saturday: Hili dialogue

June 18, 2016 • 9:10 am

It’s Saturday, June 18 (I think that’s right), and I”m waking up in Los Angeles, where of course the weather is perfect but the traffic is dreadful. As Dionne Warwick sang, “L.A. is a great big freeway.” And it is, especially on Friday afternoons.

This is a famous day in history, for it was on June 18, 1858, that Charles Darwin received a letter from Alfred Russel Wallace in Ternate, laying out Wallace’s theory of evolution by natural selection—very close to the ideas Darwin had been developing for over twenty years. Freaked out, Darwin turned to his colleagues Lyell and Hooker for advice and support, who decided to broker a deal in which both Wallace’s ideas and Darwin’s hastily-written paper were published in the same (August 20) issue of Journal of the Proceedings of the Linnean Society: Zoology. Darwin then hastily put together On the Origin of Species, published only 13 months later. The rest is history. While some argue that Darwin had received the letter earlier, and withheld it from base motives, that now appears to be wrong.

One other famous event happened in Britain on this day: in 1940, Churchill delivered his “This was their finest hour” speech in the House of Commons. It is a masterpiece of oratory, and the ending bears repeating:

But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new dark age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves, that if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, This was their finest hour.

Notables born on this day include mountaineer George Mallory (1886), Roger Ebert (1942), and Lisa Randall (1962). Those who died on this day include Roald Amundsen (1928), Walter Alvarez (1978), and I. F. Stone (1989). Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is angry that she was accidentally deprives of noms. You can see how affronted she is by her demeanor in the photo below:

Hili: We cats have good memory.
A: And that means?
Hili: Yesterday you poured the last of the milk into your coffee and I had to drink water.
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In Polish:
Hili: My, koty, mamy dobrą pamięć.
Ja: To znaczy?
Hili: Wczoraj wlałeś sobie resztkę mleka do kawy, a ja musiałam pić wodę.

Finally, the 7000th post on this site (Feb. 4,, 2014) announced that reader Gayle Ferguson, a biologist at Massey University in New Zealand, was fostering a litter of kittens, one of which she named Jerry Coyne. Over the past few 2½ years I’ve documented his growth: his illness (he’s fine now), his adoption into a loving home in Christchurch, and his development into a striking long-haired ginger tom. Today we learn that Jerry has just moved into a new home, and Gayle sends a photo and a report:

Jerry Coyne the Cat has just moved in to his newly rebuilt home, 5 years after it was destroyed in the Christchurch earthquake!

Jerry’s owner adds this:

Jerry has settled into our new house. Looking resplendent in his winter coat with the view of the city behind. Great to be back here although Jerry is still pretty freaked out by all the space and ‘wilderness’. Loki [the other cat] just settled like he had never been away.

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And, lest ye have forgotten, here’s Jerry as a kitten:

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Sunrise, sunset. . .

Julia Ioffe’s dreadful journalism: All religions are equally violent

June 17, 2016 • 11:15 am

Julia Ioffe is a Russian-born American journalist who’s had a good career for someone so young (she’s only 34). She was a Russian correspondent for both The New Yorker and Foreign Policy, and then moved on to The New Republic where she became a senior editor. Because I also wrote for TNR, I read some of her stuff, which I found pretty good. She resigned when the magazine changed owners, and is now a writer for The New York Times Magazine as well as Politico.

And she still writes for Foreign Policy as well, though I was appalled to see her latest piece at that site, “If Islam is a religion of violence, so is Christianity.” The title pretty much gives the thesis: that although many religious scriptures are violent, including the Bible and Qur’an, no religion is inherently violent. In fact, they all promote roughly equal amounts of violence, which is due not to the religion itself but how its scriptures are misused by those who have other grievances. And so we shouldn’t demonize Islam more than any other faith—and among those she includes Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity, and, I suppose, Jainism, Quakerism, and every other one of the thousands of religions on this planet. And so we have her last paragraph, which, if I didn’t know better, I would have attributed to the Great Apologist, Reza Aslan:

No religion is inherently violent. No religion is inherently peaceful. Religion, any religion, is a matter of interpretation, and it is often in that interpretation that we see either beauty or ugliness — or, more often, if we are mature enough to think nuanced thoughts, something in between.

But Ioffe’s journalism is dreadful and her argument is weak. First, the argument.

All religions inspired violence sometime during their history, ergo all are violent. Christians had the Crusades and the Inquisition, as well as wars between Protestants and Catholics and a vicious history of violent anti-Semitism. And much homophobia today is inspired by Christianity.

Even the Jews, which Ioffe calls her “co-religionists” (implying she’s a believer) practice violence. She refers to Hanukah as a celebration of violence, although the holiday isn’t a celebration of violence per se but of the rededication of the Temple in Jerusalem after a struggle between two sects of Jews. But let’s grant her that thesis, and and admit that, according to the Old Testament, the Jews engaged in a frenzy of genocide on Yahweh’s orders.

To further prove that Judaism promotes violence, she mentions Yishai Schlissel, who stabbed six people at a gay pride parade in Jerusalem in 2005, serving ten years for his crime. Baruch Goldstein, who killed 29 Palestinian worshipers and wounded more than 125 in 1994, and was beaten to death on the spot, is also an exemplar of Jewish violence. These are indeed examples of religiously inspired murders.

Finally, Ioffe indicts Buddhists, too, citing the persecution of the Rohingyas in Myanmar.

There’s no doubt that, with very few exceptions, you can find members of any faith who have done bad deeds, and done them in the name of their religion. But does that mean that they’re all equally violent, as Ioffe claims?

You’d have to be blind to think that. We don’t see mass Buddhist, Jewish, or even Christian terrorism inflicted on the scale of what radical Islam is doing. We don’t see members of these religions blowing up airplanes or flying planes into buildings. Has a Quaker stabbed anybody lately in the name of Quakerism, or a Yazidi attacked innocent civilians in the name of their faith? Where are the Christian, Jewish, and Buddhist suicide bombers attacking cafes and nightclubs, citing the Bible or the teachings of the Buddha?

What Iofee is doing is using cherry-picked anecdotes to support a general thesis about the world today. This is not good journalism. Nor does she note that most of the anecdotes, at least about Christianity, are from the distant past, while what we’re concerned with is what’s happening in the world today. While Christian homophobes and anti-abortionists exist, there is no Christian church I know of, or any Jewish synagogue, for that matter, that dictates explicitly to its followers to kill nonbelievers, apostates, gays, and adulterers—as sharia law dictates in several Muslim countries.

By and large, the non-Islamic Abrahamic religions have been defanged by the Enlightenment. But that process is only beginning with Islam, and mostly among Muslims who have moved to the West. We can indeed make the argument that both the Qur’an and the the Bible are violent scriptures (though, on a word-for-word basis, the Qur’an is twice as violent), but what matters is how the scriptures are interpreted today, and how they inspire people to do bad things.  Ioffe more or less admits this, but won’t go so far as to say that Qur’anic scripture is more often used to justify bad deeds than is the Bible or the teachings of Buddhism. In fact, she claims that even scripture itself isn’t to blame: that’s just a convenient excuse people use to justify their inherent violence—which brings us to her second argument:

People simply use religion as an excuse to act on their inherently violent tendencies. As she writes:

No religion is inherently peaceful or violent, nor is it inherently anything other than what its followers make it out to be. People are violent, and people can dress their violence up in any number of justifying causes that seek to relieve people of their personal responsibility because the cause or religion, be it Communism or Catholicism or Islam, is simply bigger than themselves. It’s very convenient for both the perpetrator of violence and his accuser, and yet totally useless: Something can be done with a person who has transgressed, but what can you do with an amorphous concept?

“Dress up their violence in justifying causes”? Doesn’t she believe what terrorists say about their motivations? Perhaps not, for she knows better. And does she not realize that what Muslims make of their doctrine leads to more violence in today’s world than what Christians make of their doctrine? Why is that, if people are all equally violent for other reasons, and use their faith to justify what they do? As for “what can be done with an amorpous concept” (religion), is Ioffe not aware of antitheism and secularism, which argue explicitly against “amorphous concepts”. Is she ignorant of how for years people have called out Christianity and Judaism for their misogyny, homophobia, and, in the case of Catholicism, for enabling child rape? The statement “what can you do with an amorphous concept” is simply silly for a political journalist to make. Christianity and Islam are no more amorphous than Communism or the Republican party.

And yet when discussing specific cases, Iofee seems to accept that religion can indeed inspire violence. To make that point, she dwells at length on Dylann Roof, who killed 9 African-Americans at a church in South Carolina exactly a year ago today. Everything I’ve ever read about that case implicates racial bigotry as Roof’s motivation rather than religion (he was brought up Christian). But Ioffe tries to get around that:

Friday will mark the one-year anniversary of Dylann Roof killing nine people in the middle of a Bible study in Charleston, S.C. Before his rampage, he wrote a manifesto declaring his allegiance to the white supremacist cause and pointing to the Council of Conservative Citizens, which claims to adhere to “Christian beliefs and values,” as a major source of information and inspiration. By some accounts, Roof came from a church-going family and attended Christian summer camp. Did Roof kill his fellow Christians because he was deranged or because Christianity is violent?”

The answer is neither. They are not exceptions, nor do they speak to a violence inherent in Christianity. Because my point is not that Christianity is evil. It isn’t. But neither is it inherently peaceful and loving. And neither is Islam. Nor Judaism nor Hinduism nor Buddhism.

Yes, Roof came from a churchgoing family, but there’s simply no indication that religion sparked his killing spree, nor did he say so, for he wrote a manifesto. As the Christian Post noted (my emphasis):

There was no mention of religion in Roof’s alleged 2,400-word screed explaining why he had “no choice” but to take action after finding “pages upon pages of these brutal black on white murders” on the Council of Conservative Citizens’ website.

The Council of Conservative Citizens, which calls for the U.S. to adhere to “Christian beliefs and values,” explains in its “Statement of Principles” that it “oppose(s) all efforts to mix the races of mankind, to promote non-white races over the European-American people through so-called ‘affirmative action’ and similar measures, to destroy or denigrate the European-American heritage, including the heritage of the Southern people, and to force the integration of the races.”

By pointing to the Counsel of Conservative Citizens as having some connection to Christianity, Ioffe is simply grasping at straws, trying desperately to find some connection between Roof’s killings and his faith, even though she refuses to blame his faith.  But there is no evidence for that connection. On the other hand, it’s not hard to name the mass killings by Muslims, including the latest one in Orlando, where the killers explicitly mention their faith as a reason.

Ioffe does the same guilt-by-association tactic when she drags Laura Ingraham, a conservative talk-show host, into her argument about why Islam isn’t any more violent than other faiths. Ioffe:

I am tired of hearing, from Bill Maher and from Donald Trump, that Islam is inherently violent. I am even more tired of hearing that Christianity is inherently peaceful. I have witnessed this debate play out many times over, including at one dinner party when Laura Ingraham turned to the other guests and took a poll: Raise your hands if you think Islam is a death cult. Most of the (politically conservative) guests raised their hands and then took pains to explain to me how, unlike Islam, Christianity is inherently a religion of love.

With all due respect to my many Christian friends, I seriously beg to differ.

I am not sure what point she is trying to make here, other than that some Conservative Christians, as polled by Laura Ingraham, think that their Christianity is more tolerant and loving than is Islam. In fact, I doubt that many of those present even know what the notion of Islam as a “death cult” really means. The term, by the way, may have been coined by Sam Harris (I found a reference to it from 2006).

In the end, this is abysmal journalism fueled by the author’s prejudice, which she tries to justify by stringing together anecdotes, including mentions of Christian violence from hundreds of years ago. She gives no figures nor displays any knowledge of the Qur’an or of Islam itself, but simply declares that it’s no more violent than any other faith. Above all, she doesn’t seem to recognize that when we argue that Islam is the most dangerous religion on the planet, we aren’t saying that it’s scriptures are inherently more odious than other scriptures, but that the religion is interpreted in such a way that makes it more dangerous. This is not rocket science. It’s the height ot inanity to make the claim that, in terms of how their scriptures are promulgated and interpreted, all religions are equally malicious, down to the fifth decimal point.

I am not sure why Ioffe, who has a history of good journalism behind her, wrote such a shoddy piece. One can speculate that this is an extended example of virtue-signaling, or of Regressive Leftism. Or maybe she’s trying to distance herself from the outrageous anti-Muslim statements of Donald Trump. But I’m not a psychologist, and so will leave her piece as an dangerous example of fuzzy, Aslan-ian style apologetics, and hope that Ioffe will get off this horse and resume her usual good reportage.

I didn’t get groped!

June 17, 2016 • 10:00 am

Now that I have my official government TSA “precheck” status, so I can enter that number when I make reservations and it’s printed on my boarding pass, so I’m no longer a pleb. And although I’ve been groped before with precheck status, this time I went through the entire security line in less than two minutes, from showing my boarding pass to picking up my scanned luggage. I even wore my belt, my cowboy boots (which have a metal shank), and my wallet through the scanner, and yet nobody touched my buttocks.

If you’re a U.S. citizen, I recommend that you get TSA Precheck ($85 for five years), or, better yet, Global Entry, which costs only a tad more but includes Precheck as well as immigration goodies.  I hesitated to recommend it, though, for as people cotton on to this status, it will make the sparse security lines even more crowded.

Here is a selfie from the airport mirror to celebrate my unsullied nether parts:

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My last pair of boots. Part 4: Design and tops

June 17, 2016 • 8:45 am

Here is part four of the sequence showing the making of my Last Pair of Cowboy Boots, constructed by the famous Lee Miller of Austin Texas. They’re a fancy custom pair, and today you’ll get an idea of the design. (See previous parts here: initial fitting and construction, parts 1, 2 and 3).

The notes below are by Carrlyn Miller, who runs the business end of the shop and also helps with design, ordering, and finishing the boot:

Here is the first version of the pattern that Lee drew up for your design.

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Here you can see that Lee has removed the thread from the sewing machine, and is “sewing” on the paper pattern that he’s drawn. There will be holes then poked through the paper that corresponds to the design. You’ll see the purpose of that tomorrow.
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Another view as he’s going around the pattern.
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We make two different sets of paper patterns. This pattern Charlotte is filling in and will be used as a cutting pattern. Again, this will be clear as we go along.
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The yellow and green leather has been pulled for your roses.
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Here is the paper pattern that Lee has just finished “sewing.”
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The Pacific Blue Kangaroo leather for your tops.
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Laying the patterns on the skin to determine where the tops will be cut from.
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Tops have been cut out!
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A note on design: it incorporates two features introduced and made famous by Charlie Dunn, who originally owned the shop and under whom Lee apprenticed. They are the inlaid “mirror writing” and the pinched leather rose—usually yellow to represent The Yellow Rose of Texas.
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Charlie’s own boot
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Readers’ wildlife photographs

June 17, 2016 • 7:30 am

There’s a special bond that forms when a human gets a skittish animal tame enough to give some interspecies contact. On May 28, reader Christopher Moss from Tatamagouche, Nova Scotia sent this note and photo about his growing relationship with an Eastern chipmunk (Tamias striatus):

I have made a new friend as I hang around the house. For years we have had a family of chipmunks living in a niche in a stone wall at the side of our parking area. No doubt many chipmunks have come and gone seamlessly, but we have always referred to seeing ‘the chipmunk’ as if it were always the same character. When the snow cleared this spring I noticed he (?) was rooting around in the leaf mold on the front deck, which contains many shrivelled grapes from the vine growing on the trellis that shades the deck. No doubt he prefers Eiswein to Beaujolais Nouveau. So I started putting out some bird seed for him, with an admixture of peanuts and sunflower seeds. Pretty soon he tolerated me, not even bothering to hide when I opened the door and stepped outside. In fact he would burrow into the heap of dead leaves knowing I was there, but quite unable to see me. I guess he was showing a degree of trust that I wouldn’t creep up on him while his head was buried in the leaves. Then he started to approach me after I first put down some food. Initially he would rush past me at a run, even running over my shoe before retiring. We have now got to the stage where when I go outside and he spots me (this morning he was up a crabapple tree a few yards away eating the blossoms!), he will come over to me and come up to my feet and do a little dance. Then he goes to root around in the leaves, and it pleases me to think he might be communicating that he is looking for food, although I doubt his brain gets anywhere near that kind of symbolic language. So I put some food down on top of a plastic container of compost from the composter which is also on the front deck. He stuffs his cheeks, and goes away loaded to the gills, as it were. About three trips will clean away all the food I put out, which is about half a cupful. Here he is at work:

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I’m hoping to get to the point of hand feeding him, and possibly meeting the rest of his brood. I just broke off to go and offer him a refill, and he let me get within a couple of feet before he decided that was close enough, although he didn’t run away, he just moved back a little way so I could put the food down. He’s back and munching it now. I noticed today that he could make quite a noise by thumping his rear feet on the lid of the drum-like plastic container. I see this is a territory marking behaviour, and probably confirms his male sex. I doubt he sees me as a rival chipmunk, so maybe he is making sure other chipmunks keep away from his magic plastic bucket of food!

Then this came on June 10:

A couple of weeks ago I mailed you with the story of the chipmunk on my front deck, along with a photo. I’m pleased to report that today he came to my hand for the first time. When he gets comfortable with that I shall have to try taking a photo with my free hand (which will probably be blurry). My wife’s on the road for the next couple of weeks, but when she comes back she can take the picture of him being fed. I have known squirrels in public parks that would hand feed, and my brother rescued a baby grey squirrel forty years ago that he found half-drowned in a gutter on a London street—he became a charming friend. But I’m very proud to have got this little fellow to trust me enough to come to my hand.

I then said I’d publish the photos if he could send me a photo of the hand-feeding, and I got this yesterday:

Success with an iPhone held in my left hand!

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A further update:

One little snag this week, in that my wife places black plastic netting over tubs that have just had bulbs or annuals planted – otherwise the raccoons will come and dig in the disturbed soil. Chippers himself got caught in the netting and twisted himself into a fine mess. It took me about twenty minutes to cut him free with some pointed scissors, but we got there and no harm done as he came back the next morning to my hand. The netting has now been removed!

Finally, as lagniappe, a landscape from Idaho by Stephen Barnard. The caption:  “I get some nice sunsets this time of year.”

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Friday: Hili dialogue

June 17, 2016 • 6:30 am

Happy Friday! We’ve made it through another work week, and if you’re reading this you made it through alive. And by the time you read this, I’ll most likely be flying to LA. for a few days of R&R. As I noted, posting will be light until my return on Tuesday. It’s June 17, and on this day in history Mumtaz Mahal, wife of emperor Shah Jahan, died while giving birth. The result: her grieving husband built her a marvelous tomb, the Taj Mahal. Along with Machu Picchu and Mount Everest, it is one of the three most beautiful things I’ve seen on this planet. On this day in 1885, the Statue of Liberty, a gift from the French, arrived in pieces in New York Harbor. In 1963, the Supreme Court ruled 8–1 that schools could not require that students recite Bible verses or the Lord’s Prayer in public schools. A great victory for secularists! Finally, it was on this day in 1972 that 5 people, who turned out to be employed by the White House, were arrested for breaking into the offices of the Democratic National Committee in the Watergate complex in Washington, D.C. That ultimately led to the Watergate scandal and Richard Nixon’s resignation.

Notables born on this day include Igor Stravinsky (1882) and Nobel laureate and geneticist François Jacob (1920). Not many notables died on this day; one is dancer Cyd Charisse (2008).  Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is not only coopting Cyrus’s bed, but sticking her butt in his face:

Cyrus: Hili, there are limits.
Hili: Of what?
Cyrus: Of my patience.
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In Polish:
Cyrus: Hili, są granice.
Hili: Czego?
Cyrus: Mojej cierpliwości.

And out in Winnipeg, Gus is chilling, but also showing that he’s the Most Photogenic Cats in Canada:

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You won’t believe this adorable story of the Internet!

June 16, 2016 • 3:15 pm

A story from Britain in today’s Guardian is extremely cute. Ben John, an observant if not nosy lad from Wigan, opened his grandmother’s laptop and spied her request to Google to translate the Roman numeral MCMXCVIII into regular numbers (see below). She had seen the Roman numerals as the date when a t.v. show was made. The 86-year-old gran, May Ashworth, had typed “please” and “thank you” into her request.

Apparently Ms. Ashworth, with the manners of an older generation—as well as its ignorance of social media—thought an actual human answered Google searches, and that by being polite they’d help her faster.

Ben, with the savvy of a 25-year-old social media acolyte, posted this on Twi**er, where it was quickly retweeted thousands of times:

I don’t know how Google UK saw this, but it responded!

And then Big Google responded:

Here’s Ben and his grandma:

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