Sunday: The last day in Dobrzyn

January 12, 2014 • 2:09 pm

It is my last day in Dobrzyn, and soon it will be back to the big city: first Warsaw and then Chicago. But before I leave, Andrzej wanted to show me the theater/playhouse he had built for the children of the town over his garage.

The upper floor was converted into a large space accessible only by a ladder, which of course made it even more fun for the kids.

Andrzej was loosely affiliated with the secondary school in Dobrzyn, and played a large role in expanding the children’s lives: getting them computers, finding ways to make their education fun, and, above all, inviting them to their home and the theater in the summer to interact, put on plays, and learn. As a result of his and Malgorzata’s efforts, a number of poor local kids, who would have otherwise have been doomed to dead-end jobs in the town, have gone on to university and become lawyers, writers, and scientists.

It all started in the building below. Sadly, Andrzej’s health doesn’t permit him to run the theater any more, and so it sits abandoned, waiting for another good soul to come along pick up the cudgel:

Theater outside

Here is the inside with the stage and curtain (“My best linen!” said Malgorzata), decorated by cohorts of kids. There’s a dressing room off to the left.

Theater inside

“Klas 1A” on the curtain below refers to the first grade of secondary school, which included kids about 13 years old. Children would come to the theater and the surrounding garden every day in the summer, and about once a week during the warmer months of the school year.

Most of the time they would play, do fun educational things (e.g., talk about evolution, listen to Andrzej discuss local history, etc.), and, of course, put on plays, including “Romeo and Juliet,” with the swain standing in the garden below and calling up to his inamorata in the attic.

Curtain

The remains of the curtain: here is Justyna’s signature from about 12 years ago (she is, if you’ve been reading, now a student of primatology in Warsaw).

Justyna signature

The students also decorated the surroundings; here’s a grazing cervid of some sort:

Moose

It is sad that the room no longer rings with the happy cries of children. A few signs of their presence remain, over a decade old.

Crayons

Dinner was a luscious dish of beef tenderloin cooked over scalloped potatoes, served with a nice Chianti (srsly). As Malgorzata reminded me, this was the first dinner she made for me when I visited here last fall. Now it is the Last Supper. 🙁

Dinner

Of course, I can’t forget about the Most Famous Cat in Poland, who posed on top of her famous perch:

Hili on canisters

. . . as well as on the wicker shelf on the porch:

Hili on shelf

Sadly, Hili has been out much of the day, so I have been cat deprived. But it’s only right that I let her spend some time with her Official Staff:

Malgorzata and Hili

And I’m sure you’ll all be fascinated by this video of Hili having her crunchies (yes, Ben, I know you frown on this).  But listen to that cat chew!

Birthday song—pour moi

January 12, 2014 • 11:20 am

A reader and a German/French friend in Berlin, a professional harpsichordist, made me a special “music video” for my birthday—and I forgot to post it! Fortunately, the music, unlike Professor Ceiling Cat, is ageless. Her description of the song and the performance follow:

This Birthday Music for you is by Domenico Scarlatti (1685-1757). Scarlatti had a cat! At least one there is evidence for, in the form of a fugue entitled “The Cat’s Fugue,” which he composed on the theme of a few notes that his cat happened to hit as it was doing its nonchalant walk across the keyboard. That piece is a bit morose, though, which is why I chose another more joyous sonata in D-major for this glorious occasion.

You can imagine the scene: Scarlatti is in a good mood, developing a very happy melody for Ceiling Cats’s birthday. His little kitten distracts him, perching on the bench next to him and hitting some random keys. Scarlatti is irritated at first, then pleads for it to sit quietly, but to no avail. Finally he gives into playing music together with his little feline, thus achieving no purrfection but complete and utter joy: C’est la joie de vivre!

Most harpsichord music was written in the Baroque era in Europe (17th and 18th century). The instrument I use in this iPad recording is a 1993 copy of a Ruckers/Taskin model (17/18th century) by a builder named Sebastian Nunez (Utrecht). Mr Nunez, who is also a very fine builder of lutes, asked me what animals I wished for on the soundboard. “Cats!” For whatever reason, that was not possible, but you might find other animals on there that you like. [JAC: see if you can spot the insect.]

We harpsichordists seek to play with “cat paws”. Have you ever watched a cat retracting its paw from the ground? It’s that suppleness of “paws” that we must strive for in our work. As a result, all harpsichordists are worshippers of the Ceiling Cat!!! And it is in their name that I very humbly submit this Birthday Music to you.

Be sure you listen to the very end!

Professor Ceiling Cat is pleased.

African preacher tells congregation that God wants them to eat grass; they comply and then get sick

January 12, 2014 • 9:33 am

Among the things that religion poisons is digestion.

I’ve read that sub-Saharan Africa (along with the Islamic lands of the Middle East) is one of the most religious places on Earth. Apparently it’s not the pre-colonial religions that hold sway, but Christianity, due to the incessant intrusions of Jebus missionaries. Regardless, an article from The Daily Mail (and yes, the facts are verified by the Christian Post) reports another insane manifestation of Christianity, apparently devised by the minister to amuse himself and demonstrate his power.

A South African preacher, Pastor Lesego Daniel of Rabboni Centre Ministries, has been preaching to his congregation that “humans can eat anything to feed their bodies and survive on whatever they choose to eat.”  

Well, I’ll construe that statement as showing conflict between science and religion. Daniel tells his congregation that grass-eating will “bring them closer to God,”

Here’s the good reverend:

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There are of course “testimonies” about the healing power of grass-eating:

Doreen Kgatle, 27, of Ga-rankuwa, suffered a stroke two years ago.

‘I could not walk but soon after eating the grass, as the pastor had ordered, I started gaining strength and an hour later I could walk again,’ said Kgatle.

And of course, his credulous flock (an appropriate term) heads for the lawn and start munching the greenery:

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The results are absolutely predictable:

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Well, I suppose it’s less harmful than handling snakes. But it has, according to the Mail, created a backlash of outraged comments on the ministry’s Facebook page.  Pastor Daniel takes it in stride:

The Times Live reported that during a service of at least 1,000 people in a marquee  Daniel screamed ‘sleep’ and six people went to sleep.

He ordered other congregants to slap and trample on them, tut the sleepers remain rigid and unresponsive until he ordered them to wake up.

‘You can leave them like this for six months. I love this, I don’t want to be bored. You can even make police go to sleep when they come to arrest you,’ he said.

Apparently dispelling personal boredom is one of the pastor’s goals.

Below, in a video from 2012, we see Pastor Daniel apparently rescuing a woman from a “demonic pregnancy”. First she’s pregnant with Satan’s spawn—then she’s not! The demon gone—in seconds!

The YouTube notes, written of course by the Rabboni Centre, say this:

Here we see God’s work at hand through the man of God as this woman receives her deliverance from a demonic pregnancy. The evil one has been put to shame and God has rescued her from the grasp of the evil one. We rejoice with her in this victory in Christ.

Another photo of the good Reverend, looking a bit smug:

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What, me worry?

This is all a bit amusing to us heathens of course, who can laugh at how crazy religious people can behave, but remember that religion is most powerful among the most disaffected, and I suspect that these people aren’t in a high socioeconomic bracket. Were they not busy eating grass and catering to superstition, perhaps they’d use that time to work toward better living conditions.

The pastor should be made to eat grass!

Only in Alabama

January 12, 2014 • 7:30 am

Well, maybe in Mississippi, too. The Washington Post reports an unusual agreement between a college in Alabama and its new president:

Gwendolyn Boyd, the new president of Alabama State University, signed a contract with the school’s trustees that forbids her from allowing a lover to “cohabitate” with her in the presidential home being provided to her by the historically black university in Montgomery.

The contract, signed Jan. 2, 2014, was obtained by The Birmingham News and posted here. It provides Boyd with an annual salary of $300,000, starting Feb. 1, 2014, plus a number of standard fringe benefits such as insurance. It says that Boyd, an engineer, must provide her own car but will receive a car allowance of $1,000 a month. And it requires that Boyd live in the school-provided presidential house located on campus and equipped with things such as a toll-free phone line, cable television, computer equipment and more.

It also says:

“For so long as Dr. Boyd is President and a single person, she shall not be allowed to cohabitate in the President’s residence with any person with whom she has a romantic relation.”

 Inside Higher Ed quoted lawyer Raymond Cotton, an expert on contracts,  said he has never seen such a proviso written into a contract for a university president.

I’m dumbfounded (but not terribly surprised) by this prudishness, but also by the word “cohabitate”, which as far as I know isn’t a real word. (Yes, yes, I’m sure some reader will find it used somewhere.) At any rate, Boyd will have to be married before her partner can inhabitate her house.

h/t: Matthew Cobb

HuffPo blogger: vote for Jesus!

January 12, 2014 • 5:57 am

I have mixed feelings (though mostly negative) about a new piece at HuffPo by William B. Bradshaw, “Religion and politics do mix.” Bradshaw, by the way, is religious; he’s described at his site as “a graduate of the University of Missouri majoring in English and Yale Divinity School studying for the pastoral ministry, earned a PhD degree at the University of St. Andrews, Scotland.” He’s also written a book on grammatical mistakes.

The piece is, by and large, lame: it’s unworthy of a high-school essay much less a HuffPo piece (in fact, the two have many similarities). But there are two things I like about it. The first is Bradshaw’s claim that, given religion’s importance in the life of believers, they should he discussing it constantly:

No two subjects are more important for one’s total well-being than religion and politics. Politics is all about one’s well-being when living in this life, and religion is all about one’s well-being in the life to come. What could possibly be more important than these two subjects? So why shouldn’t we be discussing religion and politics with our friends, neighbors, family members, significant others, and in the wider community?

By all means! But that holds for nonbelievers, too. So when the faithful bring up their religion, Bradshaw must surely agree that we should be free to criticize it. After all, that’s “discussion,” isn’t it? And, of course, when you realize the importance of religion, and its claims about reality (i.e., about your “life to come”), then surely you must take great care in assessing which religion, if any, to embrace. To those like Karen Armstrong and Terry Eagleton, who dismiss claims about heaven and afterlives as false assumptions by New Atheists about what people really believe, note that Bradshaw is not talking about a Ground of Being here!

I also like Bradshaw’s frank admission that, for many Americans, the separation between church and state is regularly abrogated when it comes to the ballot box, for many Americans do vote according to the tenets of their faith. In fact, many Americans would like a theocracy.

Although our politicians contend that there should be separation of church and state, how many times do we see religious convictions and political issues intersect in such a way that religion cannot possibly be separated from the state? I speak, for example, of such basic religious and political issues as: school prayer, sex education in public schools, abortion, legalized marijuana, euthanasia, same-sex marriage, tax abatements for not-for profit organizations, war, torture of prisoners, religious symbols and statues on public property, and opening public meetings with prayer. It is absolutely ridiculous to suggest that religious convictions don’t influence political decisions! By how much is a bigger question.

Bradshaw, however, buttresses his argument with the familiar but specious claim that this country was founded on religious principles:

Early European history teaches us that religion played a major role in the political development of Europe. In turning to early United States history, “God” and the “Creator” are clearly mentioned in the Declaration of Independence, but God is not mentioned in the United States Constitution or the Bill of Rights (the first ten amendments to the Constitution). Yet if one reads the papers and speeches of the founding fathers of our country and the framers of the Constitution, there is absolutely no question that their belief in God and divine providence played a consequential role in the early history of the United States and the framing of the Constitution.

After a comprehensive tour of the White House, the Capital [sic], the United States Supreme Court Building, the Library of Congress, the Washington Monument, the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial, Arlington National Cemetery, Union Station, and statues throughout Washington, one cannot help being greatly impressed by the number of times “God” is engraved in marble or stone. And let us not forget our country’s motto: “in God we trust”; the fact that our country’s motto is included on all coins and paper money; that there are chaplains for both houses of the U. S. Congress; and that “under God” is in the Pledge of Allegiance. Yet, God is not mentioned in our national anthem, The Star Spangled Banner. The First Amendment of the Constitution makes it clear that no religion shall be established by any branch of the United States Government–hence, separation of church and state. But that same amendment guarantees freedom of religion.

Bradshaw doesn’t mention that “in God we trust” has been the country’s “official” motto only since 1956, that it first appeared on coins only in 1864, and, as members of the Freedom from Religion foundation know well, was printed on paper money beginning as late as 1957 (at the FFRF’s annual meeting, they raffle off “clean” money—bills made before 1957 that lack the offending slogan).

And what about that “consequential” role of religion in the framing of the Constitution? What exactly would that be? The only consequential role I know of is the insistence by our founders that church and state be kept separate. People like Franklin, Jefferson, and Madison were at best deists, but more likely were agnostics or atheists who couldn’t confess unbelief because of the social climate of 18th century America. Bradshaw, of course, gives no example of the importance of “belief in God and divine providence” in our early history and framing of the Constitution. I’ll grant that many people came to America for religious freedom, but that’s precisely why we’ve kept religion out of government.

What I don’t like about the piece is Bradshaw’s claim that people should vote according to their religious scruples:

Every year is important for religion, as we need the continued influence of religious convictions for all those making decisions in our various houses of government. Your religious convictions speak as you go to political rallies, visit with office holders, write letters to the editor, and step into the ballot box. Furthermore, we never know when accidents or illness will take us or our loved ones from this life. What you believe about life after death–about heaven, hell, purgatory, or nothing at all–should always be a high priority in your religious life. You owe it to yourself, your family and friends, and to your country to be well-informed about, and committed to, your spiritual convictions.

Yes, of course people are going to vote according to their religious convictions and morality. What else could they do? If your faith tells you that homosexuality is a sin, you’re certainly not going to vote for a politician who supports gay marriage. If you think a zygote is a person, you won’t support a pro-choice candidate. But voting on the basis of religious conviction is about the worst thing you can do, for religious ethics are far inferior to secular ethics. Religious ethics are absorbed without reflection or rationale; secular ethics require—or should require—not only reflection, but justification.

And reflexive voting based on what your church teaches often means voting in favor of retrograde values that are impervious to social change. It’s no accident that it is religious voters who, by and large, are against gay rights, women’s rights, equality for ethnic minorities, assisted dying, and, indeed, abrogation of the First Amendment itself. It’s the faithful who want to dismantle the very strictures inserted into our Constitution by our founders: a strict separation between government and religion. If Rick Warren were President, we’d see copies of the Ten Commandments in every courthouse and government office in the land.

No, we don’t need “the continued influence of religious convictions” in our government. What we need are the influence of secular and reasoned convictions: those free from ancient superstition and unthinking adherence to dogma.

Shame on HuffPo for publishing this—except that they are not capable of shame. Their guiding principle is to publish anything that’s even halfway literate, and to enrich themselves by exploiting writers, like Bradshaw, who couldn’t place such essays in places that would pay for them.

h/t: Steve

David Nelson died (UPDATE: in 2011!)

January 12, 2014 • 3:00 am

UPDATE: Well, I screwed up big time with this one: David Nelson died on Jan. 11, 2011; exactly three years before the day I wrote this. I have no idea what happened; I can’t even remember if a reader misinformed me, but of course I bear the responsibility for not even looking at the date on the L.A. Times article. Well, I stand corrected, and, at any rate, if you don’t know about Ozzie and Harriet, you can still learn something by reading this belated obituary.
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And so the last member of the immensely popular television show, “The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet,” has left the stage:  according to the L. A. Times, David Nelson died of colon cancer yesterday at age 74.

If you never watched the show, or listened to the music of its most famous cast member, Ricky Nelson (an extraordinarily handsome musician who, for some people more concerned with appearance than music, rivaled Elvis), you can ignore this, but their television show was watched by millions, and ran for an extraordinarily long period: 14 years (1952-1966)! Wikipedia notes that “It is the longest-running live-action sitcom in US television history.” I watched many episodes.

During that time, Rick Nelson became a pop star.  The lines between the real family—Ozzie orignally was famous as a bandleader and Harriet Hilliard as a singer—and the t.v. family were blurry, which added to the show’s appeal. It was, in a sense, a precursor to today’s reality shows.

From Wikipedia:

The show strove for realism and featured exterior shots of the Nelsons’ actual southern California home at 1822 Camino Palmero Street in Los Angeles as the fictional Nelsons’ home. Interior shots were filmed on a sound stage recreated to look like the real interior of the Nelsons’ home. Like its radio predecessor (which finally ended in 1954), the series focused mainly on the Nelson family at home, dealing with run-of-the-mill problems. As the series progressed and the boys grew up, storylines involving various characters were introduced. Many of the series storylines were taken from the Nelsons’ real life. When the real David and Rick got married, to June Blair and Kristin Harmon respectively, their wives joined the cast of Ozzie and Harriet, and the marriages were written into the series. What was seldom written into the series was Ozzie’s profession or mention of his lengthy and successful band-leading career. The popular joke about his career was that the only time he left the house was to go buy ice cream.

The Times reports more on David Nelson’s career:

During the ’50s and early ’60s, David Nelson also had roles in the movies “Peyton Place,” “The Remarkable Mr. Pennypacker,” “The Big Circus,” “Day of the Outlaw,” “30” and “The Big Show.”

For “The Big Circus,” he learned to be a catcher in a trapeze act and later appeared professionally as a catcher.

Nelson acted only sporadically after “Ozzie and Harriet” ended; his final acting credit was as the father of Wanda ( Traci Lords) in “Cry-Baby,” writer-director John Waters’ spoof of the ’50s.

Ozzie Nelson died of liver cancer in 1975. Rick Nelson died with six others in a plane crash on New Year’s Eve 1985. And in 1994, Harriet Nelson died of congestive heart failure.

Here are Ozzie, Harriet, David, and Ricky in 1952 and 1960; David was the older brother, at left in the bottom picture:

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And if you want a specimen, here’s an episode from later in the show (I don’t know the year): “Ricky’s blind date” (if you can’t see it, the URL is here).

Sunday: Hili Dialogue

January 12, 2014 • 1:27 am
The Queen is pondering what would please her subjects, assuming, of course, that merely gazing on her splendor is sufficiently rewarding:
Hili: I have a serious philosophical problem.
Jerry: What problem?
Hili: I’m wondering what would please you more: my catching this toy with my paw or just me observing the toy?
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In Polish:
Hili: Mam powaĆŒny problem filozoficzny.
Jerry: Jaki?
Hili: Zastanawiam się, co ci sprawi większą przyjemnoƛć? Czy jak będę ƂapaƂa Ƃapką tę zabawkę, czy jak będę się jej tylko przyglądać.