Reading old newspapers is always eye-opening, even when they are from years I myself lived through. While researching for another project, I came upon an old Ann Landers column, published in 1967. What a difference 40 years makes. Would Ann have given the advice in this excerpt even 10 years later?
Dear Ann Landers: I feel like I am living in the dark ages. My husband refuses to allow me to wear shorts in the summer or stretch pants in the winter. — Texas Woman
Dear Woman: I say if a husband is opposed to shorts and stretch pants for ANY reason, a wife should respect his wishes. There are plenty of attractive skirts you can wear, and I hope you will.
First I fumed, then I laughed. All the emotions you would expect. He “refuses to allow” her to choose her own clothing? As if she were a child under three? (Or maybe under two—I believe Faith has a lot of say in what she wears. And opinions, as well.) These days “controlling what you wear” makes the list of traits of an abusive relationship. These days an advice columnist would be more likely to excoriate the man and maybe suggest the woman ignore him, or even leave.
And therein lies the bit of sorrow I feel that we have left those days behind. How often in the 21st century do we get advice to respect someone else’s wishes over our own? To think less selfishly? I’m reminded of Ann Landers’ own (later) advice to women unhappy in a relationship: Ask yourself: “Am I better off with him, or without him?” Always, “What is best for me?” and rarely, “What is best for others?”*
We have lost as well as gained.
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...and I believe it. But my Personal Economic Indicators indicate a booming economy.
I dislike shopping in the best of times, and December is not the most pleasant of months to shop, even when one doesn't have to deal with heavy coats and boots. Yet sometimes need will drive me out to the stores, and I had hoped that with all the bad news about unemployment and and bankruptcies and poor retail sales, there might come compensation in the form of a less-crowded shopping experience.
But I went out today, and all indications are of an economic boom in full swing. Very heavy traffic in the middle of the afternoon—I didn't think it could get worse, but proved myself wrong by still being on the road when rush hour began—and stores full of shoppers. Buyers, too, if the checkout lines were any indication.
If this is the situation in bad times, how will we handle the good? Our main road (not highway) is already 6-8 lanes wide. How much shopping, and driving, do people have to indulge in for the economists to stop saying "consumer confidence is down"?
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This passage from David Allen's Ready for Anything blew me away, and deserves its own post.
We recently raised some prices—because I didn’t want business to go away. Let me explain. One day, I recognized a subtle internal danger signal: There was the tiniest bit of an “uh-oh” feeling inside me each time we were asked to do more and more of a certain kind of work for a favorite client. It was almost imperceptible, but it was there: I didn’t want the phone to ring. After many years of watching this dynamic, I knew that if I allowed those feelings to persist, indeed, the phone would stop ringing. This client would go away.
I confronted the feeling and discovered the root of the problem: We were underpriced for the amount of time and attention we had to commit to do our standard quality work. I had to challenge myself with this question: “What do I need to do to make me positively excited about the phone’s ringing again?” The answer was simple: Raise the price. Then I could feel good about dedicating the time and energy we do to this client—and the more time, the merrier.
When your front line feels overwhelmed, watch out for resistance to new … opportunities! When a ringing phone creates stress at the spinal level, though the words may be “Can I help you?” the underlying communication is, “Go away! I can’t handle you!”
I'm certain there is application here far beyond the business model, and that many families, friendships, projects, and resolutions are suffering because we fail to heed that internal danger signal and then do the often difficult work of figuring out how to arrange that we embrace, rather than avoid or resent, a situation. (More)
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I'm a day late, but this is for our children, who loved Branagh's Henry V from an early age; for our grandchildren, who I trust will do the same in their time; for my nephew, who can speak the speech from memory; and for all who have ever felt the strength of we few, we happy few, we band of brothers. (H/T Andy B.)
Non nobis domine!
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This fits well with New Year's Resolution #10.
Nice music, too. (H/T Jon.)
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I'm awed, amazed, thrilled, and grateful for the successful rescue of the 33 trapped Chilean miners. I really am. But there's a disquieting thought that keeps intruding on my celebration. It seems curmudgeonly, at best, to point out that for most of their ordeal the miners have had contact with the surface, food, water, tobacco, medical advice, a very expensive and intense rescue effort, and the good will of the entire world. I admire the men no end for managing to work together and survive such a horrendous experience.
But when I read over and over the concerns about the men's mental health, and how they will bear scars for life because of their ordeal, and of all the effort put forth to help them, including training in how to deal with the media (another tribulation!), I can't stop thinking of the men who for longer months endured captivity and torture during the Vietnam War. Or the 444-day ordeal of the victims of the Iranian Hostage Crisis. Or [fill in any one of a number of terrifying imprisonments]. Where was the concern for them? Where the effort to ease their return to society? Where, even, the money pouring in for interview, book, and movie deals?
Maybe we've become more concerned and compassionate over the years. Maybe we just like a good, dramatic story. I wouldn't take anything away from the support given these miners—but wouldn't it be nice to see that solidarity, that love, that attention, and those financial resources poured out for the ones who suffer even now, all over the world, mostly in obscurity?
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Can it have been almost four years since Kelly James, Brian Hall and Nikko Cooke died in a blizzard on Mt. Hood? I'm not usually one to follow closely television's relentless coverage of unfolding tragedy, but knowing Kelly's brother, Frank, made the events personal.
In the Shadow of Mt. Hood is an article written by Frank James in the September issue of Christianity Today. (It's available online if you follow that link.) I'm a bit reluctant to provide excerpts this time, as there is nothing he says that's not important. (Those of you who know that I knew Frank when he was an elder in our PCA (Presbyterian Church in America) church, and know how I feel about most PCA sermons, will understand how significant it is for me to make such a statement.) But here is a taste, anyway:
Grief is a relentless predator. Those who have lost loved ones tell me that one never completely escapes it. Strangely, a part of me does not want the grief to stop, because the grief itself is a connection to Kelly. Yet another part of me is so weary from carrying the burden of a broken heart.
In the midst of our family tragedy, I made a peculiar discovery. One would think that grief and disappointment with God would lead to bitterness against him. In my nightmare, I not only prayed intensely in private but also publicly declared my faith and confidence in God on CNN—but Kelly froze to death anyway.
There is disappointment, sadness, and confusion, but oddly, there is no retreat from God. Instead, I find myself drawn to God. To be sure, he is more enigmatic than I thought, but I still can't shake loose from him. There seems to be a kind of gravitational pull toward God.
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Murder Must Advertise, by Dorothy Sayers (Avon, New York, 1967)
Dorothy Sayers is one of my favorite authors, both fiction and non-fiction, and her Lord Peter Wimsey mystery stories among the best of that genre. I've read them all so many times that quotations from them worm their way up from the depths of my brain unbidden, enabling me to appear knowledgeable in fields where my ignorance is nearly complete, as happened earlier this year while I was sitting in on a class about medieval manuscripts. (More)
I wasn't going to write about the two recent examples of September 11-related hysteria run amok, because (a) there has already been too much reaction, and (b) believe it or not, the fate of the world does not hinge on what I write on the Internet. But in another context I was invited to share my opinion, and you know how I love to get double duty out of the effort it takes to write.
First, the "Ground Zero mosque" flap. Whether a mosque, or Islamic center, or church, or store, or apartment building, or library, or strip club is built in New York City is none of my business. Nor is it the business of 99% of the others who have weighed in on the issue, including President Obama, foreigners, and talk show hosts. It is New York City's business, at whatever level zoning regulations are made. If the neighbors object to a proposed project, they have the right, and possibly the duty, to oppose it at zoning board hearings, to write letters to local papers, to make local speeches, to go from door to door with petitions. My opinion is irrelevant, as is that of the President of the United States. (More)
Gabriel Kron. Of all the amazing people who have intersected with my life, he is probably the safest to write about, since he died more than 40 years ago. So I will; he deserves to be better known.
I knew him as my father's friend and mountain climbing partner; my father knew him from their days together at the General Electric Company in Schenectady, New York. Dad, a Tau Beta Pi engineer (like his father, two of his children, and a grandchild), was no intellectual slouch, but he never pretended to understand anything of Gabe's work.
It didn't matter. I myself joined the Kron Klimbing Klub at age seven, and was mighty annoyed when I later learned that some other organization had usurped the acronym, "KKK."
One firm rule of the Klub I remember distinctly: No eating until you reach the top. (More)
One thing I find attractive about Christianity is the balance it achieves between the physical and the spiritual: when the heart of one's belief is that God became fully human while remaining fully God, it's hard to pretend that the spiritual and the physical are not both of supreme importance—and perhaps less separable than we would like them to be. Psychologists are finding this truth in a surprising form.
Researchers have sought to determine whether the temperature of an object in someone’s hands determines how “warm” or “cold” he considers a person he meets, whether the heft of a held object affects how “weighty” people consider topics they are presented with, or whether people think of the powerful as physically more elevated than the less powerful. What they have found is that, in fact, we do.
[S]ubjects were casually asked to hold a cup of either iced or hot coffee ... then a few minutes later asked to rate the personality of a person who was described to them. The hot coffee group, it turned out, consistently described a warmer person—rating them as happier, more generous, more sociable, good-natured, and more caring—than the iced coffee group. ...[S]ubjects were given clipboards [of two different weights, and] were asked to estimate the value of several foreign currencies.... [T]he subjects who took the questionnaire on the heavier clipboards...not only judged the foreign currencies to be more valuable, they gave more careful, considered answers to the questions they were asked. ... [S]ubjects who were asked to recall an unethical act, then given the choice between a pencil and an antiseptic wipe, were far more likely to choose the cleansing wipe than people who had been asked to recall an ethical act.
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Ever wonder why British and American spellings are different if we theoretically speak the same language? Color vs. colour, traveling vs. travelling, center vs. centre, aluminum vs. aluminium—are these inconsistencies merely some sadist's design to torment the multicultural child?* If so, Noah Webster was the man, but he thought he was making things easier.
We've been enjoying tremendously the Teaching Company lectures on the History of the English Language. I can't recommend it enough: we've learned many fascinating things about the evolution of our native tongue. Recently the course touched on American lexicographer Noah Webster. (More)
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I was a Brownie, then a Girl Scout as a child. Even then I was somewhat disenchanted, as I knew—thanks to my father's experience as a Scoutmaster for the Boy Scouts—how much more interesting the program, the experiences, and the skills learned would have been if only I'd had that Y chromosome.
Nonetheless, we had a good time, thanks to my father, who took us mountain climbing and taught us to build fires and tie knots, just as he had his Boy Scouts, and to a renegade leader who battled the Girl Scout bureaucrats for the right to take our troop on a tour of Europe. (More)
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Our local story of the disappearance and rescue of 11-year-old Nadia Bloom didn't stay local for long.
Mostly, I ignored it as much as possible, other than getting the occasional update for prayer purposes. The media was going nuts. And so were the nay-sayers, the gossips, and the fear-mongers.
To be sure, they had reason. We've had at least two recent, high-profile cases here of "missing" children where at least one of the tearful, pleading relatives was most likely the perpetrator of a horrendous crime. That's enough to cause a little cynicism. But cynicism and suspicion don't accomplish much, and in the end, Nadia was rescued after four days in Florida swampland by an ordinary man of faith: faith in God, and faith that Nadia's disappearance was exactly what it appeared to be—a beloved child who adventured a little too far and needed help. (More)
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In “All Religions Are the Same…” (except Where They’re Not), John Stackhouse takes on the fallacy that all religions, at heart, are basically the same and of equal value.
What needs to be argued and not just asserted is that each of the major religions really does reduce down to moralism or mysticism without a loss to its essential character. And, in my view, most religions do not so reduce. Devotional (bhakti) Hinduism (the most popular form of Hinduism) doesn’t; Mahayana Buddhism (the most popular form of Buddhism) doesn’t; Judaism doesn’t; and Christianity and Islam, the most popular religions in the world, certainly don’t. (I recognize that there are moralistic and mystical varieties of each of the Abrahamic religions, but the majority of believers and of those religions’ formal traditions do not, I maintain, reduce to mere moralism or mysticism.)
[A]s politically useful and personally pleasant a belief as it would be—that all religions are basically the same—I continue to aver what most of the religions of the world actually do say: They’re not basically the same and one does have to choose.
We’ll have to keep investigating and thinking about what Map of Reality (which is what religions and all other forms of life-philosophy purport to offer) is the best one. We don’t have to conclude that all religions are wrong except one. More than one map can depict at least some of the territory at least somewhat correctly. But we can’t blithely suggest that they’re all equally, or even fundamentally, right, either. That would have to be shown, and I haven’t seen a good argument yet for that (unlikely) hypothesis.
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