Ethiopia journal: Quick observations

Misc curiosities that are unrelated to other notes:

Things at the Seattle Airport: Starbucks, Bathrooms, Starbucks, 3D Security Scaners, Starbucks, Information Counters, Starbucks, terminals.

Things at the Amsterdam airport: Gucci bags, 50-year-old Scotch, French perfume, toilets, automated kiosks, terminals.

Things at the Addis Ababa airport: A terminal.

Guesthouse amenities:

Shampoo – no.

Towels – no.

Condoms – Yes!

(Not kidding. Perhaps they were from a previous guest. I was able to get plenty of towels and other things just by asking the staff.)

Want to remember your wedding day? Hire a guy with a video camera on the back of a pickup truck to film you and your new bride driving around town.

100 Birr is about 6 dollars. A nice meal in a restaurant is about 60 Birr, around 4 dollars. A cup of coffee is 8 Birr – 50 cents.

The cresent that is cut out of the moon comes from underneath here instead of from the side. I didn’t realize that it looked like that near the equator! Shows you how much I know.

The weather here is dry, slightly windy, and bug-free, just like the pacific northwest. Africa made me think of jungles and dry hot deserts, but not high deserts. It feels much like home.

Hundreds and hundreds of shops line the street. Busiest is the internet cafe.

Visited Kidist Selassie, also called Holy Trinity Cathedral this morning. You have to get up real early in the morning to get in the church. Most of the people are crowded around the court and garden listening to the priests chant over the loudspeaker. Wish I could go to “Church of our Lady Mary of Zion” in Axum, in the far north. It was built in the 4th century. Hecka old. And the real Ark of the Covenant is supposed to be there.

Ge’ez is the ancient language of the country. Same character set as Amharic, but mostly different meanings. The priests still read it some during the Ethiopian Orthodox liturgy.

The guys standing around everywhere are guards and parking attendants, not loiterers. If only American cities were so safe and friendly.

Old wheelchair African man is kicking his feet up in the vacant row on the plane before we get to Sudan. Can’t blame him!

How do you move ~15 large garbage bags full of empty plastic water bottles? Lash them with twine to a big old rusty satelite dish, then rope this to the top of a taxi. Duh.

 

Ethiopia journal: Preface

Having never been outside of North America, the journey to far-off Ethiopia was an event that I had been greatly anticipating for more than a year. I must admit, that as a Christian, I felt a historical connection (though a vague one) to Ethiopia, especially after reading Philip Jenkin’s recently published history of Christianity in northern Africa. I also love Ethiopian coffee. At the coffee shop where I work as the roaster, I cook up several batches of beans from the Sidamo or Yirgacheffe regions each week. It’s no secret to the rest of the staff that they are my favorite. So I know something of the agriculture and history, but nothing of the people. I knew what the Wikipedia article said about the country, but little else. Africa has always been kind of mythical place of poverty, deserts, jungles, and mystery. Of course, I would only be there for 5 days and spend the entire time in a city, so this trip was only going to include a certain slice of the culture. Even this turned out to be no small thing.

I wrote about 10 short blogs posts worth of observations and thoughts scribbled in my notebook during the course of the week. I’ll be posting them here in the next few days. For a more linear account of how the trip went, my wife posted the bulk of her own journal here.

Africa Ho!

Early tomorrow morning I will board a narrow metal corridor that will proceed to burn over 70,000 gallons of jet fuel for to propel my wife and I to the highland capital of one of earth’s oldest civilizations. Waiting there is a new daughter who is already beautiful because she is loved by her maker. The love of a mother and father can only incarnate that- and though imperfectly, it will.

A philosophy of history

The task we have as observers and learners of history is to be patient. We will err if we compile a series of glances. Jesus Christ works slowly, like a yeast working its way through a whole loaf of bread. We must heave the patience to stare at it in the oven long enough to see that it is rising. Look at it just a moment and you may conclude that God is dead, the yeast is killed, and Jesus is still in the grave. We must learn to look long enough that we see that he is alive. That the loaf doubles in size would not come as such a surprise if we were to read the recipe once more.

Misc Rosenstock-Huessy notes

I read through Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy’s collection of essays titled “I am an Impure Thinker” a couple of weeks ago. Leithart insists that the guy is worth reading. After doing so, I must agree. Fortunately, I was able to find this book as a PDF on Scribd. Otherwise it’s rare and out-of-print on Amazon and costs $50. Some of his larger focused works are easy to get a hold of, but I was looking for a sampler or reader anthology. It’s unlikely that I’m going to get around to writing individual blog posts about much of the material. Here are some of what I found to be the most interesting passages, though some of them are in desperate need of context.

More trouble with specialists – they’re human like the rest of us.

We no longer believe in the timeless innocence of philosophers, theologians, scientists; we see them write books and try to gain power. (p.14)

On the need to integrate philosophies for balance.

Both the “credo ut intelligam” and the “cogito ergo sum” worked very well for a time. However, finally the “credo ut intelligam” led to the Inquisition and the “cogito ergo sum” into an ammunition factory.(p.14)

On being in such a state that you MUST write a book. It’s not really a choice.

I am hurt, swayed, shaken, elated, disillusioned, shocked, comforted, and I have to transmit my mental experiences lest I die. And although I may die. To write a book is no luxury. It is a means of survival. By writing a book, a man frees his mind from an overwhelming impression. The test for a book is its lack of arbitrariness, the fact that it had to be done in order to clear the road for further life and work. (p.2)

I love this quote or how good education doesn’t need to be forced.

Any inspiring education is propagation. If we propagate ideas instead of selling them, we shall not be in need of that sad substitute for propagation—propaganda. (p.21)

Parts of a long passage on language, work, destiny, etc. 🙂

Neither the right names for God nor the vital dialogues of Men can be deduced from concepts used for the things of this world. Concepts cannot be “experienced,” words and names can. Man makes the world work, not pragmatically for his own ends, but as the faithful servant of some higher design and purpose, in honor and valor, with the eyes of the soul wide open. (p.29)

“Bring it about,” William James would say; it will not come about by education, or by accident, or by progress, or by fate or by any causation and mechanism. The universe in which we move is cleft and plural. You have to fill the gaps between its banks and edges, as thinkers, workers, soldiers. The great traditions of the race—freedom, faith, hope—never exist unless thou insisteth upon them. Make nationalism shrink so that the universe can grow.
And so the soul of William James will converse with us when we, in work, in thought, in battle, bring about a growing universe of free people. (p.33)

We must now ask the reader to enlarge on his assumption that language consists of words. This assumption is too narrow. To say that language is contained in the dictionary is a half-truth. The state of language in the dictionary is a special state of affairs. A dictionary is the “reduction” of language to the aggregate state of mere words. “Words” are language which is powerless, which is dismissed or spent. “Words” are spent language waiting for resurrection. As mere words language finds itself between two other phases of its circulatory process, between the use of language for conceptual purposes, for thought, and its use for the other purpose, nearly overlooked, ridiculed as arbitrary: for naming things. (p.41)

On the power of names. Naming our children is ongoing I think.

The name is the right address of a person under which he or she will respond. The original meaning of language was this very fact that it could be used to make people respond. The very word “responsiveness” today is less popular than its often invoked variation—“responsibility.” I am responsible for something objective. The complaint is heard often that people are not responsible enough. However, may it not be true that we cannot be responsible when we are not allowed to be responsive first? If no soul calls upon our name, we perhaps are too weak to shoulder responsibilities. As long as we are only taught and addressed in the mass, our name never falls upon us as the power that dresses our wounds, lifts our hearts, and makes us rise and walk. (p.42)

Some interesting discussion on how modernism and the industrial revolution does not account for the soul. Wendell Berry discusses this too when he talks about the “need for meaningful work” or in his discussions about how having lots of nice appliances at home made being a house-wife worse in many ways, not better.

Do as much as you can with as little effort as possible, is the motto of the anonymous, impersonal, objective, scientific mind. This Cartesian mind has successfully discovered how to use fewer and fewer means for bigger and bigger results. A modern factory is the ideal display of this economizing in words, in organization. This economy, however, cannot apply to man himself. He must still find some incentive for an “all-out” attitude. Man must still feel called forth as being good for something. He would be a rascal who, out of sheer indolence, would not use his full energy. Cartesian logic reduces man’s responses to minimum responses. For every individual or particular task this reductionism is valuable. But when it means that these savings in time or effort reduce man’s stature, when it means that because I only have to work three hours for my daily bread in the future, I also will only be fully alive three hours of my day, then the person is thwarted. For a person is a man who responds with his whole heart to his calling. And any element of the universe that whispers to a human being, “respond lest I die,” calls forth this man personally to his human destiny. “All out” is the attitude of the man who has heard his calling and who knows that he can only become a person in the process of responding to his calling. Man must be both indolent and all out. When his mind can find a shorter way, a better tool, he may save energy. The mind is our saver of energy; this is what we call the Ego. But the soul is our investor, our spendthrift, our savior when life seems to die from inertia and indifference and lack of orientation. (p.51)

A great quote about creation and energy.

“Creation is taking place under our very noses. And nobody can stay neutral in this spiritual war between bequeathing the good qualities to the future through faith or giving up from despair the task of weeding out the diabolical qualities.”

On basing growth from the child outward, instead of working backwards from a model of maturity.

In secular psychology which begins with the child itself, we are told that it should pull itself up by its own bootstraps and become itself, express itself, live by itself. Of this the inexorable consequence must be that it will have to live and may also have to die by for and unto itself. A horrid spectacle indeed. (p.73)

On DOING being critical to understanding, not just thinking.

A child cannot learn to speak by swallowing nouns, mere words, but only by carrying out orders existentially. The verbs are the root words by which the child is put in action. Our machine age with push button mechanizing is threatening our children because, instead of enacting the verbs go, push, pull, tear, lift, answer, speak, write, move, climb, etc., the child is surrounded by dead things which by one and the same motion can be made to respond. We cannot become eloquent unless we enact the words spoken to us existentially. (p.76)

On timing. This pass was really good, but I found it difficult to elaborate on at the time. I’m pretty sure I’ll come back to this one in the future.

Man’s dignity lies not in producing private opinions but in timing public truth. His speech must not only be more than himself: it must come at the right moment, in the fullness of time. Then his words acquire a “once for ever” meaning. All the sayings of Jesus were quite simple; they became important forever because they were spoken at the right moment, “when the time was fulfilled.” A truth taught without the time element is abstract, therefore not vital. Truth is concrete at the lucky opportunity and hour. When we speak too late or too early we are out of luck; our truth remains abstract, and we fail to create a present in which people transcend mere past and future; we lack presence of mind. For these reasons teaching involves all the central problems of timing. (p.95)

On the perfect timing of Jesus!

Jesus restored to us this plenitude of speech. This was his mission, life, calling, office. He saved the straying gentiles and the locked up Jews. He did this by cross-fertilizing the four paths of speech. He created an eternal unity of spirit from the beginning to the end of history. But he created it by simply speaking to twelve average men. They did not understand that the hour which he spent with them was one hour of eternity which made history. What he said to them made no sense in the frame of reference in which the clansman or the Greek or the Egyptian lived. It made sense only in Israel, which lived in expectation of the end. Even in Israel it made only negative sense in anticipating the kingdom of the Messiah. So Jesus spoke nonsense for the time being. But he undid what people called the time being. For he created a new yardstick for all times. He spoke backwards from the end towards the act of daily life, outside the temple of Solomon. (p.117)

Of course you teach by who you are, not by what you teach. Good stuff. This has been on my mind a lot lately with regards to my own parenting. (This passage is also pro-homeschooling!)

We still hold to the fiction that parents actually do decide upon the religious upbringing of their children. Of course, in this country, that means the Roman Catholics allow the Church to take over the education of the young, and that the others send their children to Sunday school; or, in other words, parents ask their children to believe in something they themselves do not believe in. We thus have a wonderful arrangement which all comes under the heading: parents have the right to determine the religion of their children. When marriage was created, that right was understood in a very different sense. The first authority that comes with parenthood is the right to influence, educate and direct one’s children, under the one condition that the parents impart their own beliefs to the children. But in ninety per cent of the cases today, parents do not impart their own beliefs. Instead, other institutions, like the churches, or the ethical culture schools, provide beliefs and religion which the parents themselves do not have. Parents have lost the power to demand from the community the authority to bring up the next generation because they have gradually relinquished this authority to the nursery schools, the psychologists, the psychoanalysts, or the American Legion. Everyday parents are abdicating their sacred duty to love their children in favor of people who frankly declare that love is damaging. (p.123)

Anyone trying to change the world in a big way needs to take note of this:

All great revolutions presuppose a colossal effort of human liberty and free will. They all arrive at their limits because they underestimate the freedom of their neighbors. The Great Revolutions never take into account the fact that mankind cannot act all at once. They overestimate the capacity of humanity for simultaneous change. They are bound to do so, because they appeal to only one class of mankind. (p.141)

What is the secret of eternal life? Reproducing yourself!

The biological secret of eternal life can, perhaps, be formulated thus: Lest the old kinds die or stagnate, a new kind branches off from the tree of life. By reason of this flowing forth of life into new forms, the forms already existing are able to survive. The revolutionary creation of one new kind permits the evolution of the older kinds. (p.164)

On the curious phenomenon that all forms of government seem to have a critical mass of supporters, even bad ones. American’s trying to shove democracy down the throats of distant nations should take note.

It is a fact, though an incredible one to the superficial democrat, that Mr. Everyman is by no means necessarily on the side of democracy in these processes of political infection. Dictators or monarchs have supporters quite as ready and quite as devout, when the time is ripe. “Democracy” has no surer approach to the masses of men than the other three forms of government. Each form seems, strangely enough, to express a popular longing. (p.162)

On how bad guys always dehumanize, in mostly the same old ways.

The thought that humanity comes at the expense of efficiency is just as old as humanity itself – as we have shown, subjects without emotion are the ideal of many tyrants. (p.42)

A fun quote on how we have traded one unpredictable situation for another. Oops.

The less a civilized, city person is dependent on nature, the more he or she is dependent on the rest of society. We have exchanged nature for society; harmony with (incalculable) nature for harmony with (incalculable) man. (p.43)

And finally, a great drive by quote on “what is the sin against the holy spirit?” that stumbles suddenly into Rene Girard’s territory!

The crime or sin against the Holy Spirit always is committed as a social and collective action. And we repent for it by dissociating ourselves from the profession or institution which is God-forsaken. (p.188)

 

Against entropy

Evolution says man, over time, takes one step forward and zero steps back.

Wisdom, history, and the second law of thermodynamics however state that man takes one step forward and one step back.

Some of the protestant reformers liked to use the phrase “semper reformada”, which means, “always reforming”. This is much closer to the mark.

The greatest and most universal answers that man has tried to give, like the Reformation or the Great Revolution, even these, as we have seen, were temporary answers, and had to be supplemented after a century had passed.

-Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy, Farewell to Descartes, p.10

Just as the sun recharges the earth anew each morning, from the algae in the ocean on up, we must continue to shape creation with judicious care, teaching our children to do the same. Alone, we cannot do this, but the Holy Spirit is a rushing wind that will not stagnate – like the hidden source of a perpetual motion machine.

 

On being a soldier

I’m not a soldier. I’m glad I’m not in Afghanistan right now, away from my family and being shot at every day. I see it unlikely that I will encourage either of my sons to enlist. Nevertheless, if I were a young man in 1940, I would have signed up – no doubt about it. There is something very very deep in a man’s being that enables him to fight. True, soldiers are often the pawns of jealous and foolish leaders, spilling blood like a young child who knocks over his glass of milk at the dinner table during a fit. Still, I don’t think this makes all battle witless. It still takes more wits than anything a man can put his hands to.

Philosophy cannot omit from its tenets the phenomenon that man must be ready to die in the war against an enemy. Any philosophy which glosses over your duty or mine to die for a cause is eyewash.

-Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy, The Soul of William James, p.30

I feel this way whenever I read theologians that advocate radical non-violence. There are quite a few of them amongst Girard scholars. It doesn’t ring true to me. It seems unnaturally dismissive to relegate all violence to something apart from God. At the very least, he let himself be described as a warrior at times, riding on a white horse. A theology that has no place for ass-kicking is not biblical, orthodox, and probably not Trinitarian (though I’m not the best one to explain how that might fit in.)

There must be some good in the life of battle, for so many good men have enjoyed being soldiers.

-G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

I have yet to closely read Schwager or many of the people on the other side of the fence on this. I just know that when I do, I will need to wrestle with some way to resolve this tension. When Solomon said there is a time to kill and a time to heal (Ecclesiastes 3), I don’t think he was advocating dualism, as if all killing must come from Satan – notwithstanding the fact that a heck of a lot of it does.

The problem with higher ed research funding

Here, Rosenstock-Huessy points out the chief problem with most of the research that goes on in higher education. Berry and Zizek have bought this up regularly as well.

I have my doubts on account of the excess of money available for “research.” Money corrupts. If I have to solicit great foundations for money for my research, then I have to propose something which is already obsolete for me. I know no researcher who in the first moment of a new inspiration could have found the sympathy and approval of the establishment.

-Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy, Immigration of the Spirit, p.174

Later, he continues:

I’ve seen terrible instances where young people have asked themselves, “What do I have to propose to get money?” A man who does that once in his life has ceased to be of any possible significance for science. He is corrupt. This great danger for the future of science in America distresses and oppresses me. It doesn’t rest on anyone’s evil will, but on the opposite; it is caused by too much good will, by the belief that spirit can be aroused by cash. Of course that’s impossible.

What is the result of only following the lead of the establishment? You can only work on something that is politically correct or commercially viable.

“Climate change” study is hot right now. There is lots of money there for people who will dig up new data in this field – both high numbers and low ones. There are some really smart people that could be doing something better. I’m sure of it.

Another example: You want to write a symphony but are relegated to arranging the latest Green Day record for piano/vocal/guitar for the next Mel Bay publication.

You want to follow up on an innovative idea you have to make biodiesel from sage brush, but you can only get funding to boost corn oil production.

You are a Christian and want to create grand new art, but the National Endowment for the Arts is hostile. However, your mocking proposal for a sculpture of the Virgin Mary being eaten by raptors seems to have some real traction.

How can this be fixed? Get bureaucrats out of the R&D loop. That would require an incredible earthquake in our public university system – one that would leave it transformed into something wildly different – if there were anything left. There seems to be more promise in the private sector. Here, political correctness is not near as much of a factor, but money is, even more so. For some things, this is good, for others, disastrous. It seems that we need more wealthy angel investors willing to put their neck out for something innovative or for something they love. (I believe that love has always driven space exploration more than people are willing to admit!)

Fortunately, this is easier to do than ever with the easy availability of information (on the internet, Google books, etc.) and relatively inexpensive high-tech equipment. Enthusiastic scientists really CAN make a clean room in their garage to study cancer. People in the humanities have easier access to books and people all over the world than ever before. There is a lot of potential for discovering and developing really good stuff, despite all the stagnation.

 

A grand statement

This statement is so marvelous, I just had to post it.

My generation has survived social death in all its variations, and I have survived decades of study and teaching in scholastic and academic sciences. Every one of their venerable scholars mistook me for the intellectual type which he most despised. The atheist wanted me to disappear into divinity, the theologians into sociology, the sociologists into history, the historians into journalism, the journalists into metaphysics, the philosophers into law, and—need I say it?—the lawyers into hell, which as a member of our present world, I never had left.

For nobody leaves hell all by himself without going mad. Society is a hell as long as man or woman is alone. And the human soul dies from consumption in the hell of social catastrophe unless it makes common cause with others. In the community that common sense rebuilds, after the earthquake, upon the ashes on the slope of Vesuvius, the red wine of life tastes better than anywhere else. And a man writes a book, even as he stretches out his hand, so that he may find that he is not alone in the survival of humankind.

-Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy, Farewell to Descartes, p.19

We are born into faith, not maturity

But among men, in society, the vigorous identity asked of us by the “cogito ergo sum” [“I think therefore I am”] tends to destroy the guiding imperatives of the good life. We do not exist because we think. Man is the son of God and not brought into being by thinking. We are called into society by a mighty entreaty, “Who art thou, man, that I should care for thee?” And long before our intelligence can help us, the new-born individual survives this tremendous question by his naive faith in the love of his elders.

-Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy, Farewell to Descartes, p.9