The Infinite Monkey Cage: USA tour

July 7, 2015 • 11:00 am

by Grania

As some of you already know The Infinite Monkey Cage is a much-loved BBC Radio 4 radio show and podcast on science hosted by physicist Brian Cox and comedian Robin Ince with weekly guests including such luminaries as Matthew Cobb and, more recently, Jerry Coyne. It’s usually hilarious, fast-paced and covers a range of subjects, usually within a specific theme. The show doesn’t try to comprehensively cover any topic in detail; its aim is to introduce subjects to the audience and whet appetites.

Programme Name: The Infinite Monkey Cage - TX: 19/01/2015 - Episode: n/a (No. n/a) - Picture Shows: (L-R) Professor Brian Cox, Robin Ince - (C) BBC - Photographer: Richard Ansett
Programme Name: The Infinite Monkey Cage – TX: 19/01/2015  – Picture Shows: (L-R) Professor Brian Cox, Robin Ince – (C) BBC – Photographer: Richard Ansett

The reception has been so positive that they took the show over to the United States recently, and the episodes are finally coming available as of yesterday.

The first episode from New York is now available to listen or download as an mp3 to here.

Keep checking here for updates, and of course we will let you know when the Chicago episode goes up too.

Tanya Luhrmann: Christian prohibition against premarital sex has its benefits

July 7, 2015 • 10:30 am

For reasons best known to the editors of the New York Times, they continue to give Tanya Luhrmann a paycheck (supplementing her funding from the Templeton Foundation) to write an apologetics column on evangelical Christianity.  While refusing to divulge her own religious beliefs (she’s an anthropologist, after all), she tells the rest of us why we should have sympathy for the delusions of Christians who talk to God.

Now, in a new piece, “The appeal of Christian piety“, whose title is self-explanatory, Luhrmann chastises the rest of us secularists who mock or criticize the evangelical Christian cult of “purity” and fear of premarital sex. This is not an anthropological report, but simple apologetics. In particular, Luhrmann is enthusiastic about a fairly new (published last November) book on Christian sexuality:

A recent book on evangelical sexuality gives this Christian insistence on the reinterpretation of experience a particular bite. “Saving Sex: Sexuality and Salvation in American Evangelicalism,” by Amy DeRogatis, an associate professor of religion and American culture at Michigan State University, describes the surprisingly rich and briskly selling literature of evangelical sex manuals.

I’m not sure what “surprisingly rich,” means, but it’s surely not “rational”.  Here are the main points of Christian sexuality as Luhrmann sees them. At first her descriptions seem like criticisms, but it turns out they’re plaudits:

It encourages “purity”.

Some of these manuals call on women to stay pure until marriage. (A 2008 documentary, “Virgin Daughters,” claimed that one in six girls in America takes a purity pledge.) They describe a world in which young girls in evening gowns take their fathers as their date to purity balls, and publicly commit to remaining virgins until they find a “gallant and godly husband” of whom their fathers approve.

The authors of what Ms. DeRogatis calls “the princess purity books” present as empowering a young woman’s decision to leave all decisions in the hands of others.

That’s “empowering”? I thought it was empowering to make your own decisions!

It encourages submission to one’s husband. As Lurhmann says,

What Ms. DeRogatis calls the “helpmeet” literature, by contrast, celebrates sex with one’s husband — but does not portray that husband as a fairy-tale prince. In fact, the books admit that sometimes he is loathsome. But they insist that God has given the husband the job of leading the family and that it is the wife’s role to accept this. “It is far better that the job be done poorly by your husband,” one book explains (in bold), “than it be done well by you.” When a wife accepts her man as he is, the books say, she feels God’s grace. She has become a warrior wife.

This kind of language infuriates secular observers, who say these ideas are not only antiquated but can even be harmful.

. . . Add to that the fact that this literature portrays feminism as a menace to godly families, and you can see why secular observers see nothing here that empowers women.

One would think Luhrmann would sympathize with those critical secularists, but guess what? She doesn’t! That’s curious in the face of her admission that not only are half of the purity pledges broken, but the rate of sexually transmitted diseases is higher among “pledgers,” who don’t take proper precautions during sex.

Luhrmann’s point is that if women choose to make their sexuality and sex lives subordinate to religious dictates, that’s a form of empowerment. After all, Muslim women choose to wear the veil:

And yet there is an appeal in this kind of piety. The act of submission, when consciously chosen, can feel empowering, and even politically empowering. Anthropologists have seen these dynamics among Muslim women. In the 1990s, when young women in Java increasingly chose to wear veils, despite the harassment and mockery of others, the anthropologist Suzanne A. Brenner set out to understand why. She found that they saw themselves as activists: as people who were creating a new social order, free of the corruption of the West. They saw themselves as modern but godly. Choosing to submit to Islamic law made them feel powerful, independent and effective. It gave them a sense of control.

It may look to secular readers as if these women who think they are being empowered are merely deluded. But that’s not how they understand themselves.

I wonder, if that kind of submission is so empowering, why do so many Iranian women take off the veil when it’s “No Veil Day”, why do so many Saudi women want to drive, and why do so many Muslim woman, at risk to their lives, protest their second-class status as chattel and breeder cattle? Could it be that Luhrmann is mistaking childhood indoctrination as voluntary submission? This is religion-coddling doublespeak—submission is empowerment! Adherence to ancient norms of behavior is radical!:

Just as some newly observant Muslims see themselves as political activists, the evangelical women who buy the Christian sex manuals are also led to see themselves as political activists. Ms. DeRogatis writes: “Young people are told that they are standing up for Christ and resisting America’s sexualized culture by claiming virginity as a countercultural, radical stance.” Their choice to submit is a choice to create a new social order from within.

Indeed, that may be partly true, but it’s still screwed up, for you could consider any retrograde, pro-religious stance, like denying rights to gays, as a form of political activism that stands up to modernity (or even America’s “sexualized culture,” which includes acceptance of homosexuality).

And if you want to see something truly disturbing, especially in view of the fact that this stuff appears as a regular column in the Times, read Luhrmann’s ending, where she extols the rise of evangelical Christianity and imputes it in part to this kind of “radical” sexuality:

Evangelical churches are gaining converts more rapidly than they are losing any who grew up in the tradition. I’ve always thought that the primary appeal of these churches was the vivid immediacy of their God. The sex manuals remind us that another factor is the sense of being a countercultural activist who sets out to remake the world.

That’s heady stuff. The mainstream churches offer nothing like this edgy rebellion, this nose-thumbing at ordinary expectations. Paradoxically, it may be this invitation that makes what seems like passivity feel so effective.

“Heady stuff”? Maybe in Luhrmann’s world, but not in the world of enlightened people. What we have here is simple apologetics, and an inversion of worldview that makes Luhrmann see repression and submission as “radical acts.”

I’m not sure why the Times continues to publish this kind of stuff, but I do know this: they should allow a secularist the same type of column to counteract the drivel regularly peddled by Luhrmann.

Readers’ wildlife photographs

July 7, 2015 • 9:00 am

Reader Mark Sturtevant sent four lovely insect photos:

A camouflaged stink bug (possibly Brochymena arborea). Try to imagine this one on tree bark!

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Robber fly (Laphria grossa). I think most people will be familiar with this family of predatory flies. This fly, which is clearly a mimic of bumble bees, flew away when I first approached it to take its picture. But experience told me that insects are often seen on a favorite perch to which they will soon return. So I simply froze, aiming my camera at the spot where it was. I heard a bit of buzzing behind me, and sure enough back it came carrying a still alive flea beetle!

I have decided that robber flies may be among the most ferocious insects since an internet search for robber fly pictures will turn up several examples of them casually eating bees and wasps and vigorous insects that are much larger than they are. In a later posting I can show you that they also have a surprising talent that I did not know about until this summer.

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Sumac flea beetles (Blepharida rhois). These are identified as flea beetles by the enlarged hind femora. Here they are of course making more flea beetles (and robber fly food) but when they are not ‘getting busy’ they are excellent jumpers. Flea beetles are members of the gigantic family of herbivorous beetles known as the Chrysomelidae. Basically, if you see brightly colored beetles on plants that are roundish and shiny and if they are not ladybugs then they are probably Chrysomelids.

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A young queen carpenter ant (Camponotus pennsylvanicus). This large insect was beating its wings as it crawled up a plant, I think to warm up its wing muscles. Here she paused for a quick cleaning. She flew away a moment later, presumably to find a mate and to start a new colony.

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Tuesday: Hili dialogue

July 7, 2015 • 7:16 am

Hili’s staff was up late tonight (I’m writing this on Monday evening), so I was sent this dialogue in advance. It’s been hot in Dobrzyn, and it’s hot where I am now, which happens to be Winnemucca, Nevada. It’s a casino-and-hotel filled whistle stop on the long, desolate stretch of Interstate 80 that runs through Nevada. I drove only six hours today rather than twelve, as I wanted to visit the highly-regarded Martin Hotel, one of the last remaining family-style Basque restaurants in the West. It used to be a boarding house for Basques, who came to the West to work as shepherds, and the Martin Hotel dishes out copious Basque meals, served family style (you’re seated with strangers). I haven’t eaten all day, and am looking forward to a fine feed. I’ll bring my camera so you can enjoy it vicariously.

Meanwhile, heeeeeere’s Hili, resting during the D*g Days of Poland:

Hili: It’s hot.
Cyrus: Very hot.
P1030045In Polish:
Hili: Gorąco.
Cyrus: Okropnie gorąco.

 

Anglo-American forces defeat Germany, Japan

July 6, 2015 • 10:14 pm

by Greg Mayer

No, it’s not a headline from the summer of 1945, but this weekend’s soccer news: the U.S. women’s national team beat Japan 5-2 to win the World Cup, while England bested Germany 1-0 to finish third in the tournament standings. The U.S., the sport’s traditional powerhouse, reasserted itself against Japan and, earlier in the tournament, Germany, who have become themselves powerhouses in women’s soccer. Germany was ranked #1 coming into the World Cup tournament, while Japan were the defending Cup holders. Japan has become a fierce (though usually friendly) rival to the Americans, the two teams having a history of winning and losing championships to one another. England had their best result ever, and should have made it to the final (really, it’s not just me: the numbers don’t lie), losing their semifinal last week on a heartbreaking own goal in extra time. England might also take some pride in that the American coach, Jill Ellis, is English.

Carli Lloyd just after striking the ball at midfield. It went in for her third goal of the game (Mirror).
Carli Lloyd just after striking the ball at midfield. It went in for her third goal of the game (Mirror).

The story of the Cup final (and, for the American team, of the tournament) was the phenomenal play of midfielder Carli Lloyd. Ellis moved Lloyd into a more attacking position in the knockout stages, moving the team from a 4-4-2 formation to more of a 4-3-2-1 (Lloyd being one of the 2). As an attacking, rather than defensive, midfielder, Lloyd exploded offensively, and scored three goals in the final by the 16th minute. The first two were well executed set plays, with a fine back heel assist from Julie Johnston for the second goal. The third, pictured above, was a stunning 54-yarder, after a quick change of possession at midfield caught the Japanese keeper (the talented Ayumi Kaihori, who had an uncharacteristically poor game) too far forward off her line; the shot went in over her head. I tried to find an embeddable video of the third goal, but couldn’t. Click on the link below to see all of Lloyd’s goals, including her first three from earlier games; the goals from the final are shown starting at about 24 seconds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GufTwt8KJc4

Here, from one reader, are all the goals:

In other news with world historical headline echoes, the apparently outnumbered Greek people, led by Leonidas…er… Tsipras, say to the supranational state at their border that is demanding earth and water, “Molon labe.”

Peregrinations: Idaho

July 6, 2015 • 4:07 pm

Reader and photographer Stephen Barnard kindly invited me to visit his home on Silver Creek, Idaho, near the Silver Creek Preserve of the Nature Conservancy. This is sunrise from his backyard, with the creek only a few feet away. If you sat watching it, you’d see a cool bird (harrier, hummingbird, yellow-headed blackbird, and so on) every five seconds or so.

Backyard

Deets, Stephen’s famous sheepdog border collie.

Deets

Yesterday morning we went for a walk in Stephen’s aspen grove, hoping to get some good photos. You can see Stephen with his huge lens (and Deets), and although the walk was bracing, we saw little to photograph.

Stephen and Deets
Deets after the walk, covered with burrs:

Deets and burrs

Then we had a two-hour canoe trip on Silver creek. Before we put the canoe in, I photographed these tree swallows (Tachycineta bicolor). Matthew Cobb loves swifts and swallows like these.

Canoing swifts

I paddled in the lead, but of course Stephen was much more experienced, and I provided random propulsion while he provided both propulsion and direction. The river was lovely, with no other canoeists and only a handful of fishermen (Ernest Hemingway, who lived—and died—in nearby Ketchum, often fished this creek). The water was shallow, clear and cold, and large trout lurked beneath the boat. Affronted kingfishers scolded us from the banks.

Canoing, me

As we rounded a bend in the river, I saw the beasts below. So motionless were they that I thought at first they were statues of moose. But they were the real thing (Alces alces), eyeing us balefully from the bank. Stephen told me to stop paddling as we glided by, a mere twenty feet away. Later he told me that moose in the rutting season (male to the left, female to the right) are nasty and sometimes dangerous. I didn’t know that as I snapped away.

Moose

After a short nap, it was time to go to the annual pig roast and massive feed of the local fishing club. The pig was roasted (minus parts used to make pulled pork) in a homemade drum:

Pig 1

A porcine dissection. I think they overcooked the skin, which should be the best part but was too tough to eat. The meat, however, was tender and juicy.

Pig 2

There were lots of great homemade dishes: potato salad, cole slaw, beans, guacamole, tortillas (if you wanted to make a pulled pork tortilla), and various salads. The picture below shows only about half of the table.  There were far too many dishes even sample even a bit of everything!

Table

Wonderful desserts. I had carrot cake, the lemon meringue pie in the middle, some blueberry pie (10 o’clock), and spice cake (5 o’clock):
Pies

And a lot of delicious fruits too, which I couldn’t abjure:

Fruit

For entertainment they called on the local Hispanic community. There was a nice mariachi band, but also two local lads who did rope tricks. The younger one was adorable, but also quite talented. Sadly, they performed in front of the Port-A-Potties:

Lassoo 1

The little guy; he was great! Notice the cowboy boots.

Lassoo 2

We went home for the sunset. Stephen played Frisbee with Deets while I watched the birds and waited for the sun to set.
Stephen

And a gorgeous sunset in Paradise. What a place to live! Many thanks to Stephen for his gracious hospitality, which I could never repay. (Seriously, my crib doesn’t have sunsets like this!)

Sunset

Spot the ISS

July 6, 2015 • 3:30 pm

by Grania

WEIT regular Ben Goren sent Jerry this absolutely gorgeous shot of the moon with the ISS passing in front of it. The photograph was snapped from New South Wales, Australia.

Photograph by Dylan O’Donnell

Click through here to see the original image, and here to read the article in 9News by Chris Wilkinson.

Postscript: there are zero nightjars in this picture for reasons of being in space.