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Egoism Individualism Sovereignty Splendor (These ideas are explicated in this sloppy manifesto) SplendorQuotes: Splendor is the interior experience of being so enthralled by the act of creating the values that contribute to and ultimately comprise your idealized perfect self that, while you are experiencing it, you are your idealized perfect self. Living is what you're doing when you're too enthralled to notice. Dying is what you're doing when all you can do is notice. Man is the only animal capable of comprehending what his life requires, and he is the only animal capable of failing to do what his life requires. Self-love is the joy and reverence you earn and deserve by the relentless pursuit of your deepest desire. Self-esteem is the high regard in which you presume to hold yourself in appreciation for the accomplishment of absolutely nothing. Greg Swann's writings Wild Cochise Gang: Our family pages and Christmas cards Read my free e-book about love, splendor and philosophy, The Unfallen My Myers-Briggs type is ESTJ: Administrator--Much in touch with the external environment. Very responsible. Pillar of strength. 8.7% of population. Take a free Myers-Briggs personality test. War with Iraq: The Cain Doctrine The 'wrest' of the story Taking a better grip Why the Bush Doctrine will prevail--and fail A Just and Libertarian war... Persephone's second coming... presence of the recent past Nick and Norm drive the point home A Costco family Christmas Hang tough The season's greetings Curing the incuriosity of the East A canticle for Kathleen Sullivan Colloquy with a goat Back-handing the sinister American left To Condi, with sweetness Reds Sacrificing Diana Defusing the Unabomber Let 'em eat steak Shyly's delight Anastasia in the light and shadow Archives Join the email update list
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Friday, February 06, 2004
Guerrilla Schooling: The Death of Caesar... So you don't think my son is always picking intellectual fights at school, presented below is his entry for this year's school speech contest. He did this last year, and it was cool right up to the anti-climax: Even though this is a national competition, Cameron's school district stops at the district level for some reason. And even at the district level, they don't reward the best speakers: Everyone gets a "Certificate of Participation" for successfully fogging a mirror. Oh, boy. He's already advanced to the district level again this year, and the (non)competition will take place later this month. Last year there was one other good speaker and a vast host of breathless reciters of highly-detailed trivia. All that notwithstanding, the boy wrote another good speech, and he can deliver it with high drama about half the time: Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to praise Caesar, not to bury him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So has it been with Caesar. And here's how: Thursday, February 05, 2004
Guerrilla Schooling: Bearding the lion--again... Cameron is having another little battle at school, again with the same teacher. He was assigned to write an essay giving travel directions to our home from school. An essay. Not a map on a napkin. Not a scrawl on the back of a business card. An essay. Creative lad that he is, he actually managed to make something of this ineffable nothing, thereby getting himself in trouble. Again. This is his opus: One day you are planning on walking home when (for some reason) you say, "I think I will walk to Cameron's house!" Then you realize that you do not know where Cameron lives. Then you remember that sheet of paper with directions to Cameron's house that you stole--I mean borrowed!--from Cameron. You decide that following these directions will help keep you from getting lost on the way to Cameron's house.Now, this is puerile, a word that comes to us unchanged from Latin. It means "childish", or even more precisely "boyish". This is a boyish essay, snotty and funny and light-hearted and as joyous and ephemeral as a butterfly. So what? So everything, according to the teacher. For this essay is sarcastic and must be re-written to take the assignment seriously. In case anyone has forgotten, the original, very serious assignment was to write an essay--an essay!--giving travel directions to our home from school. Well. I think the world of grammarians, and I think a man is less than human if he cannot distinguish among the subjunctives. I admire good punctuation and I abhor bad spelling. I can make stout arguments for sturdy structure, within reason, but I am always delighted to gaze in awe upon a structure I might not have believed, in advance, could stand. But I do not think it is any damn business of teachers of English, much less of 'Language Arts', to grade work upon its style, its content, its point of view or any other feature we would ascribe to taste or opinion or predilection. If the assignment is fulfilled and the English is correct, then the content is irrelevant and the work, even if boyish, is acceptable. Period. So. I wrote a letter. Wouldn't you? Here is what I had to say: Mrs. Griggs,As you might expect, this missive has elicited no reply. Cameron did come home, however, with instructions to rewrite the essay, taking the assignment seriously. I told him to leave it alone, and instead to write a second, sanitized version to go along with the first, both on the same sheet of paper. This is his sanitized essay: From the edge of the parking lot, turn left. Go straight. When you reach the crossing guards on Peoria Avenue, turn right. Cross 39th Avenue. Go straight until you reach 37th Avenue. Turn right. Walk straight until you reach Cochise Drive. Turn left. Walk straight until you reach 3608 W Cochise Drive. Stop walking. Think about a universe with no style, with no creativity, overrun with mediocrity. Cry yourself to sleep.This is creeping Lisa Simpsonism, and that's a fact. But it's White Mutiny, too, a literal compliance with arbitrary power that volunteers nothing to conceal the nature of that power. It's my little John Galt gravely intoning, "Get the hell out of my way!" It makes a papa proud. We're done with this school, and that's a fact, too. Math, great. Science, great. Music, extra great. Everything else is sloppier year by year. My son is being run out of his school--not for being stupid, not for being a trouble-maker, but for being too smart for some of the stupid assignments he is given. Think about that. Then cry yourself to sleep. Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Islam watch: The Passion meets the fury... I've been watching the incipient imbroglio over Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ for a while. I doubt very much that it will incite anti-Semitism among American couch potatoes, but I think this prognostication from newsmax.com is likely to turn out to be true: 'This will be the catalyst for the conversion of hundreds of thousands of people,' said the Rev. Jerry Johnston, pastor of First Family Church in Kansas City, Kan.What is interesting to me as a sort of unlapsed unCatholic is what effect The Passion will have on Muslims, in those countries where they will be permitted to see it. Christianity is no substitute for reason, but it remains that the Church of Paul--not of Peter, not of the Nazarene--was the means by which vast amounts of Hellenic culture was transmitted across the ages. The story of the Nazarene is the story of Socrates--the man who died rather than renounce his truth and submit to the mob--but it is more than that. Faith, hope and love, says Paul--says Saul of Tarsus, citizen of the Roman empire--and the greatest of these is love. Religion at its very best is a crude set of asinine rationalizations for living every moment in Cain's world while pretending to be Abel, but Christianity is a much kinder and gentler set of asinine rationalizations than is Islam. I don't doubt that The Passion of the Christ will incite a wave of revivals. What I want to see is what it does among our friends of the unreconstituted East who have so far missed out on the best of the wonders of the West. |
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