During dinner, Kathleen (age 6) decided that she was a budding chef. She suggested a new recipe, the ingredients of which follow:
M&Ms
Chocolate Milk
Strawberries
Blueberries
Sugar
Chocolate Pudding
Jennifer has decided to make this confectionery monstrosity. It has all been mixed, and Kathleen has instructed us to put it in the freezer for 8 minutes.
God help us all!
So, it turns out that my superpower is the ability to fall asleep at almost any time, and to sleep for long periods of time.
And, as I understand it, with great power comes great responsibility to use that power.
My wife is not so convinced.
My daughter arrived home with colored pictures of both “pilgrims” and “native Americans” today (Note: some of the pilgrims were colored by my daughter with dark skin, and some of the “native Americans” with light skin). I quizzed her, to see what language they were teaching her to make sense of Thanksgiving.
Me (holding up a “pilgrim”): Who is this?
Kathleen: A Pilgrim.
Me (holding up a Native American male): And who is this?
Kathleen: A Canadian, I think.
Me (Holding up a Native American female): And who is this.
Kathleen: A Shaker … because she has a belt with bells on it.
My Conclusion: think it is safe to say that her school is not teaching them about Pilgrims and “Indians.” But it is not clear what they are teaching her about!
Today in an ethics class, two students offered a presentation on Rick Grimes, a character in the show Walking Dead. I attempted to propose a counter analysis but was brought up short, primarily because, as it turns out, it is really hard to articulate an adequate Kantian account of the moral status of zombies.
The bad news? If you don’t feed your mind, it will starve.
The good news? No matter how much you feed your mind, it will never get fat.
Why do we find such stories moving?
Let me suggest a reason. For all the claims that “everything happens for a reason,” we recognize that some things do not happen according to reason. True tragedy exists in the world, when those who do not deserve it, yet receive suffering.
Our humanity (here, a normative term), demands something else. It demands something like justice. It demands fulfillment, even of those lives that are not capable of fulfillment. This is why we act as much as possible to make lives fulfilling, even for those who cannot be fulfilled by a full life.
The truth of this need, the need for our neighbor to be fulfilled, is a central claim within the Christian narrative. This is a part of my own culture, and a part I cannot reject. It is a basic matter of faith to me. It is the best “argument” for (or perhaps better, “experience of”) Christianity that I know.
Augustine believed that contemplation of the nature of The Trinity would be edifying; spurring on Love of God and neighbor. So, when my girls began to fight in the back seat on the way home from school, I gave them a short synopsis of how Augustine imagined the Trinity as analogous to a Self’s constitutive, willful awareness of itself.
When this didn’t work, I gave each of them a piece of gum to chew.
For the record, the score is now: Trinitarian God – 0, Bazooka Joe – 1.
The Huffington Post wrote on Facebook yesterday, wishing Camus a happy 100th birthday. Camus died in 1960. I find the whole thing absurd.
Kathleen (5 years old) stands in front of me in a red shirt with white rhinestone, pink pants, and purple shoes.
Me: Are you sure you don’t want to wear your jeans today?
Kathleen: Yea, I’m sure.
Me: You certainly have your own sense of style.
Kathleen: I know I’m good.
And, as I dropped her off at school today, I took a last look at her and thought: “You know what? She is totally pulling that look off.”
Jennifer: Kathleen, you really hurt daddy’s feelings.
Kathleen (quietly): I did.
Jennifer: You should really say ‘I am sorry’ to him.
Kathleen: But, I want his feelings to stay hurt.
Yep, we are raising a mean girl.
