Drawing Interpretive Conclusions

Two links:
 
First, a connection at Boing Boing pointed to Clarence Larkin’s marvelous (if theologically debatable) charts illustrating the principles of dispensationalist biblical interpretation. I’m wondering whether it might not make a good assignment or exam question to ask students to explain problematic aspects of these charts, or to design alternatives.
 
Second, Bibliodyssey pointed to blockbook illustrations of the Book of Revelation. This, too, would make a useful assignment; compare the illustrations with what you read in Revelation, and come to class prepared to discuss the congruence (or the discontinuity) of the illustrations with what your text suggests.
 
(Cross-posted at Beautiful Theology)

More Precisely

I’ve heard this report a number of times, each account prominently using the term “accidentally” to describe the U.S. armed forces’ killing of nine Afghani civilians. Would it not be more precise to say that the military mistakenly killed the civilians? It’s hard for me to see how dropping a bomb on some buildings and killing the wrong people counts as an “accident.” The military deliberately bombed the buildings; it wasn’t, so far as I can tell, a matter of a clumsy pilot hitting the “bomb” button instead of the “left turn signal” button.

Doing It In Public

I read Jeffrey Di Leo’s article on “Public Intellectuals” over at Inside Higher Education, and — although I disagree with him vigorously at a number of points — I was interested enough to read to the end of a lengthy argument. I think Di Leo’s train takes a very wrong track in the last section on “corporate intellectuals,” but much of the preceding analysis strikes a chord.
 
Rather than bemoaning the bad times for “public intellectuals” or cheerleading the advent of (shudder) “corporate intellectuals,” I’d suggest studying the hard times on which subtlety has fallen. Subtelty and its companions nuance and distinction pay great long-term benefits, though it’s not always clear at a given moment where the benefits will lie. They are non-partisan in the best sense: they speak for the truth, which is almost always more complicated than facile sloganeers make it out. They defer to no celebrity, no power, no hipness.
 
I don’t know enough about accounting practices or stock-picking or other high-financial enterprises, but it wouldn’t surprise me to learn that over the past decades, the laws concerning corporate value and the culture’s continuing hysterical fear of death (and concomitant desperate sucking for the utmost temporal profit every minute) have eroded the sense that it’s in anyone’s interest to build toward long-term value. On the corporate side, that leads to transactions-for-transactions’ sake, Enron, tulip crazes, and so on; on the cultural side, that encourages partisanship of various sorts, the efficient superficiality that keeps one maximally free to adopt whatever new trend arises, echo chambers, and so on.
 
I have the strong feeling that I’ve just driven firmly through the barricade that might prevent me from speaking beyond my ken, so I’ll leave it at that. Corporate intellectual? No, thank you.

Not Top Ten List

Margaret noted to me yesterday morning that the organ prelude was “Consolation in D Flat,” which (she observed) didn’t sound like a propitious key for consolation. I, in turn, pointed out to her that the composer was evidently the obscure taxonomist “Franz List,” so we shouldn’t have expected too much.

Mumble, Mumble

If I seem a little quiet, it’s partly because yesterday, one of my teeth fell apart. It doesn’t hurt — yet — but maneuvering food, my tongue, and other contents of my mouth around the rough edge is complicated.

Signposts

No random thoughts of my own today, but pointers toward encouraging developments in the wider digital world.
 
When John Seely Brown talks, people should listen. There’s something happening, and those invested in the rigid structures of current educational models don’t know what it is, do they, Mr. Brown?
 
CiteULike and Zotero are each laudable developments. If they find a way to interoperate, the world of bibliographic citation will be a happier place. It’s still important that writers learn the internal rationale for bibliographic information, since not every format will fit even these sophisticated models (and since the writers still need to check their own final drafts), but bibliography is not so arcane an endeavor that it should cost an arm and a leg to induce software to format it, nor occupy one’s whole mind to figure it out.
 
I don’t know what to make of a possible Microsoft-Yahoo merger, but I don’t find the prospect cheering at first blush.
 
It looks as though I’ll be able to roll down to Washington for Freedom 2 Connect 2008 — a tremendous treat with provocative fare for policy wonks, tech geeks, music lovers, digital activists, end-to-end advocates, and cultural observers who enjoy feeling their neurons sizzle with electrifying ideas. I’ve missed a few years, and I’m very thankful that I can go this year.
 
I had the chance to meet and talk with Esther Reed the other day — she was in town for a conference on theology and international law — and she offered some truly precious encouragement. I almost wish I had succumbed to the temptation to buy that elegant hat at Landau’s, so I could tip it to her.

* Tap, Tap * — Is This Thing On?

I’ve been observing radio silence for the past few days, mostly just from distraction and preoccupation. It felt nice; I concentrate hard on what I write in public, and telling myself to just let it rest for a while came as a pleasant break. We drove down to Baltimore in our rented car (Margaret keeps marveling that when she steps on the accelerator, the car moves forward; when did they invent that?) to support our Godson Liam as he began the process toward Confirmation. That gave us a chance to visit with Steve and Melinda and Brendan, too, and that trip was great. Pippa stayed with friends, and Sunday evening sang with the Trinity choir at St Mary the Virgin in NYC (she was impressed that her dad isn’t the only one with all that bowing and incense stuff).
 
Then back in Princeton, I extracted the rest of my lectionary essays from the stygian recesses of my homiletical imagination. That’s a paltry advance toward my goals for International Biblical Studies Writing Month, but it’s something. Now I move on ahead toward my book project, composing a summary of my hermeneutical outlook as a first chapter that will serve also as the basis of a readable article for the Yale Div alumni/ae magazine. I still have two days to pump out more word count.
 
Speaking of my hermeneutics, while I was away Frank cited an interview with Dr. Helena Cronin of the London School of Economics, in which she speaks of “Post-modernism and its stable-mates — they’re obviously all complete balderdash, not to be taken seriously intellectually.” Frank wanted my input on this, since I’m a poster middle-aged professor for postmodern thought. My first response is that anyone who refers to somebody else’s scholarship as “complete balderdash, not to be taken seriously” isn’t interested in grown-up intellectual conversation, although perhaps Dr. Cronin’s remarks reflect a more subtle sort of critical open-mindedness than I’m accustomed to dealing with.
 
Frank has commenters who responded with more celerity than I, who do a good job of showing some problems in Dr. Cronin’s position. Let’s just touch on a few pertinent weak spots in the (admittedly casual) position she sketches. First, postmodernism and relativism are not the same thing. Some postmodern thinkers do tend in that direction, but not all, and I doubt she advances the cause of intellectual clarity by conflating the positions. (By the way, I don’t recall ever meeting or reading the works of a true relativist except, perhaps, among some undergraduates.) Second, however ardently Dr. Cronin wants to believe that “science” is immune to the sorts of interrogation that postmodern theorists bring to bear, she omits mention of the political inflection of scientific discourse — arguments over teaching “intelligent design” in public schools are, like it or not, political arguments, and when people enter the public sphere to claim that “my kind of scholarship should be represented as true, and theirs as false,” they’re making a political case. When postmodern theorists point out that the discourses of science entangle inescapably with rhetoric and all its attendant ambiguities, they don’t mean “nothing is true, everything is permitted” (or they shouldn’t); they mean “no one enters the domain of persuasive discourse impervious to the complexities and ambiguities of rhetoric, and if somebody claims to stand above the fray on the high ground of impartial truth, they’re exercising a particularly dangerous kind of (deceptive) rhetoric.” The hysterical anxiety with which people want to cling to unquestionable factuality has more to do with their own uncertyainties than with the status of facts or reality.
 
I was hoping to come to a smooth segue to the topics of music and digital media, but that didn’t come round, so I’ll exert brute force to turn to another topic that came up while my blog was lying fallow. First, yesterday Margaret pointed out to me a Fresh Air interview with Mick Jones and Tony James, in which they suggested that sharing files was a quite sensible way of distributing music — it builds listenership and increases the pool of fans who might go further to buy an album, a ticket, a t-shirt, or some other artist-support merchandise. “[T]he group’s approach to the internet has gained them widespread popularity. James and Jones began making their songs available on their web site as free downloads in the summer of 2004, and encouraged their fans to record them when they played live and pass those around as well.” That’s terrific, three cheers to them and a poke in the eye to Paul McGuinness for loutish greed. Then John emailed me to point out that one of them also said that “ Getting only a few tracks of an album from iTunes and then playing them in the wrong order is like buying the Mona Lisa but only getting the eyeball, because that’s the most famous part” (that’s quoting my email from John; I don’t know if it’s exactly what the speaker said). Now, this figure gets a couple of things wrong. First, it works only if every album constitutes a Mona Lisa (or “only for albums that attain the status of masterworks”). If Carbon/Silicon (James and Jones’ new group) releases a load of steaming offal as an album, with but one track of scintillating brilliance, then no ethic of wholeness will oblige me to listen to the drivel in order to enjoy the one good cut. Moreover, as I’ve said before, it has always been thus: orchestras perform portions drawn from larger works, singers perform arias without enacting the whole opera, and (paradigmatically for this case) radio publicized rock performances on a single-cut basis, without playing the whole shebang every time. Let the one who has not released a single or a greatest-hits compilation cast the first stone. So the Mona Lisa comparison just doesn’t fly; sorry.
 
Besides, just last week I acknowledged the whole-album merits of a several records. I’m not opposed to people assembling coherent album-length works. I just don’t agree that if a musician or a record company decides that X performances belong together in an arbitrary-length whole, I as a listener stand under an obligation to listen to that set of performances all together, in the order they decreed.
 
Finally, Steve Martin rocks. He pulls back the curtain on some of the intense ratiocination that can inform composition (of any sort, though specifically here in comedy), illustrating and demonstrating that there can be a lot more at work in self-expression than “being funny” (or “sounding good” or “looking nice”). I just wish he would make another good movie, or perform another brilliant stand-up routine, or whatever, again.

Pin, Bubble, Pop

I am the case study of why people don’t expect shabbily-dressed professors to make important financial decisions. Same with abstracted, spiritual clergy — so I have a double case of financial naïveté. But I could have told you, and in fact I did tell some unfortunate bystanders, that subprime loans and a housing bubble were creating a dangerously volatile economic situation.
 
So why is it that the naïve theology professor putters around skint, while $-eyed financial operators continue to hold jobs and rake in salaries incommensurate with their actual clearsightedness about the condition of the market? (I except the now-legendary two guys at Goldman Sachs who shorted the subprime market.) People give theologians a hard time about our unverifiable truth-claims, but at least when we argue about the Chalcedonian definition, we don’t get multimillion-dollar salaries for being wrong.

[Their] Head, Board, Whack

This morning, NPR is featuring a story about states where repeated failures and justifiable suspicions have provoked election officials to abandon electronic voting machines in favor of good ol’ fashioned paper ballots. I’m glad that they’re covering the story about the risks attendant upon black-box voting systems, but there’d have been no need to waste the tax dollars spent on these machines if someone had listened to people like Bruce Schneier, Doc Searls (sorry Doc, can’t find an exemplary link), David Weinberger, and (I’m sure there are plenty of others whose names didn’t make as big an impression on me) plenty of other tech observers. Electronic voting, sure — but with an open architecture and a paper verification trail.
 
Instead, legislators paid attention to movie-scenario fears about hackers (which having proprietary black boxes would presumably fend off — yeah, sure) and interested hucksters. And as a result, millions of dollars that could have been spent wisely on verifiable voting machines, or on medical research, or on education and training, or on affordable housing, or on care for wounded veterans, will be wasted (except to the extent that they made black-box voting-machine manufacturers rich).