Saturday, May 15, 2010

Interesting commentary

Extreme and bizarre religious ideas are so commonplace in American history that it is difficult to speak of them as fringe at all. To speak of a fringe implies a mainstream, but in terms of numbers, perhaps the largest component of the religious spectrum in contemporary America remains what it has been since colonial times: a fundamentalist evangelicalism with powerful millenarian strands. The doomsday theme has never been far from the center of American religious thought. The nation has always had believers who responded to this threat by a determination to flee from the wrath to come, to separate themselves from the City of Destruction, even if that meant putting themselves at odds with the law and with their communities or families. . . . We can throughout American history find select and separatist groups who looked to a prophetic individual claiming divine revelation, in a setting that repudiated conventional assumptions about property, family life, and sexuality. They were marginal groups, peculiar people, people set apart from the world: the Shakers and the Ephrata community, the communes of Oneida and Amana, the followers of Joseph Smith and Brigham Young.

– Philip Jenkins, Mystics and Messiahs

The best fruit of religious experience are the best things that history has to show… The highest flights of charity, devotion, trust, patience, bravery to which the wings of human nature have spread themselves have been flown for religious ideals.

– William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience

One is often told that it is a very wrong thing to attack religion, because religion makes men virtuous. So I am told; I have not noticed it…

You find as you look around the world that every single bit of progress in humane feeling, every improvement in the criminal law, every step toward the diminution of war, every step toward better treatment of the colored races, or every mitigation of slavery, every moral progress that there has been in the world, has been consistently opposed by the organized churches of the world.

– Bertrand Russell, Why I am not a Christian

My own view on religion is that of Lucretius. I regard it as a disease born of fear and as a source of untold misery to the human race. I cannot, however, deny that it has made some contributions to civilization. It helped in early days to fix the calendar, and it caused Egyptian priests to chronicle eclipses with such care that in time they became able to predict them. These two services I am prepared to acknowledge, but I do not know of any others.

– Bertrand Russell, Has Religion Made Useful Contributions to Civilization?

Both revelation and delusion are attempts at the solution of problems. Artists and scientists realize that no solution is ever final, but that each new creative step points the way to the next artistic or scientific problem. In contrast, those who embrace religious revelations and delusional systems tend to see them as unshakeable and permanent…

Religious faith is an answer to the problem of life… The majority of mankind want or need some all-embracing belief system which purports to provide an answer to life’s mysteries, and are not necessarily dismayed by the discovery that their belief system, which they proclaim as “the truth,” is incompatible with the beliefs of other people. One man’s faith is another man’s delusion…

Whether a belief is considered to be a delusion or not depends partly upon the intensity with which it is defended, and partly upon the number of people subscribing to it.”

– Anthony Storr, Feet of Clay

Critical examination of the lives and beliefs of gurus demonstrates that our psychiatric labels and our conceptions of what is or is not mental illness are woefully inadequate. How, for example, does one distinguish an unorthodox or bizarre faith from delusion?

Gurus are isolated people, dependent upon their disciples, with no possibility of being disciplined by a Church or criticized by contemporaries. They are above the law. The guru usurps the place of God. Whether gurus have suffered from manic-depressive illness, schizophrenia, or any other form of recognized, diagnosable mental illness is interesting but ultimately unimportant. What distinguishes gurus from more orthodox teachers is not their manic-depressive mood swings, not their thought disorders, not their delusional beliefs, not their hallucinatory visions, not their mystical states of ecstasy: it is their narcissism.

– Anthony Storr, Feet of Clay

There were no formerly heroic times, and there was no formerly pure generation. There is no one here but us chickens, and so it has always been: A people busy and powerful, knowledgeable, ambivalent, important, fearful, and self-aware: a people who scheme, promote, deceive, and conquer; who pray for their loved ones, and long to flee misery and skip death. It is a weakening and discoloring idea, that rustic people knew God personally once upon a time–or even knew selflessness or courage or literature–but that it is too late for us. In fact, the absolute is available to everyone in every age. There never was a more holy age than ours, and never a less.

– Annie Dillard, For The Time Being


(Fundamentalist movements) are embattled forms of spirituality, which have emerged as a response to a perceived crisis. They are engaged in a conflict with enemies whose secularist policies and beliefs seem inimical to religious belief. Fundamentalists do not regard this battle as a conventional political struggle, but experience it as a cosmic war between the forces of good and evil. They fear annihilation, and try to fortify their beleaguered identity by means of a selective retrieval of certain doctrines and practices of the past. To avoid contamination, they often withdraw from mainstream society to create a counterculture; yet fundamentalists are not impractical dreamers. They have absorbed the pragmatic rationalism of modernity, and under the guidance of their charismatic leaders, they refine these “fundamentals” so as to create an ideology that provides the faithful with a plan of action. Eventually they fight back to resacralize an increasingly skeptical world.”

– Karen Armstrong, The Battle For God



Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Australia

Or Oz, as it's called. I spent a week in Melbourne in February to scope a project for work. Picked up a little 'strine while down there too, so now I can annoy all my friends with my Steve Erwin impressions. (Crikey!) There is a repair and overhaul site there that needs a new system installed so we can turn off a 40 year old mainframe that costs us big bucks every year. So, they sent me there to go figure it out. Oh, and by the way, it needs to be done by August. 2010.


Great.


Fortunately, it's a small-ish site (80 people) and they are all easy to work with. But this being my single biggest objective of the year, it looks like I'm going to have to live there for a few months to run the project. A senior VP that I know and trust "strongly suggested" that there be a full time project manager down there as he doesn't want that site to be the reason we have to re-new a large mainframe support contract in August. That same senior VP "strongly suggested" who that project manager be. It's great to be trusted, I guess, but that's a long time away from the family. In such predicaments I must forge ahead...


I know what you're thinking. Oh darn. 5 months in Australia. I get to miss AZ summer. Can you sense the disappointment? The utter sense of loss that I will miss one of my adult summers in the desert?


Exactly.


In all seriousness though, as much as I will miss my family, this is a good project and a great opportunity from a career perspective. And I will probably fly Amy and Jade down there for awhile to keep me company, so it won't be unbearable. I'll have a corporate apartment in the city too, so I'm already soliciting all my friends and family to come down and spend a week or two, rent free, while I'm down there


But back to the subject...Australia. First of all, right out of the airport, I noticed something significant about Oz. They drive on the wrong side of the road. Even the cars are set up to enable this, with the steering wheel on the passenger side of the car. Crazy, but it did allow me to experience something I never thought I would. Allow me to explain:


When I was a kid, I spent my early teen years riding in the front seat and absorbing the rules of the road. In essence, I learned to drive from the passenger seat. It seemed natural, the right place to experience the open road from. You can imagine my surprise and awkwardness when I got my drivers permit and had to get used to driving from the actual drivers seat. The seat belt was on the wrong side. The rear view mirror was opposite. The door was on my left, meaning I had to hang my LEFT arm out the window. It was all wrong.


But Australia solved all that. And even though I kept turning on my windshield wipers every time I went for the turn signal, I finally got to live out my childhood dream. I got to drive from the passenger seat.


Awesome.


The next thing I noticed was the utter lack of brand recognition I possessed while down there. I recognized nothing at the local strip mall. You know the usual array of signs...Best Buy, Subway, McDonalds, Kinkos, Starbucks, Target, Borders, etc. Down under, with the exception of the golden arches and an unusually high concentration of 7-11's and Safeway's, it was all new. I also realized I had no perception of brand quality. In other words, I couldn't tell if Lowe's Menswear and Casual Guy were more like Banana Republic or K-mart. This freedom was kind of nice, because I realized I could live anywhere in town and not be concerned that I was surrounded by sub-par box-chain stores. When I came back to Phoenix, I still had this sort of "pre-concieved-notion-free" view and as I drove home from the airport didn't have that subconscious perception that I was in a good or bad part of town. It was kind of liberating, but scary that I had those notions apparantly programmed in by US marketers.


Public transit is huge and effective down there. They have a version of light rail that goes EVERYWHERE. In fact, when I go back I probably won't use a rental car. Between the Metlink and the cheap single-speed I plan to purchase, I should be able to get just about anywhere. I may even have time to catch up on some reading while I sit on the tram.

And then there's Aussie-rules football. I went to a pre-season game on friday night and watched St. Kilda edge rival Collingwood 100-99. Aussie-rules is great. It's one part soccer, one part rugby, and one part basketball with a little American football thrown in. And the field is a giant oval, like 3 times the area of a standard American football field. It's less the organized fight that rugby is, with no offsides rules and the players spread out across the field, but faster than soccer and, in my opinion, more entertaining.

My trip back should be interesting, and I'm looking forward to it. It's not every day I get an opportunity like this, and the challenge is intriguing.

More to follow...

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Fear

"One reason that the Allies overestimated the effect of strategic bombardment was that they failed to realize that the Germans were much more afraid of their own government than British and American bombs." Good quote. Can the same be said of the Soviets, the Viet Cong, the Khmer Rouge, Saddam Hussein, Al-Qaeda...etc? So what do we do, keep dropping bombs? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results...

It all boils down to fear.

Fear...of change, of others, of loss. Face the change, face the fear...face the fear, face the future.

Evolve, please.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Don't just try

"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is."

- Charles Bukowski

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry X-mas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa...

Or Happy Winter Solstice. Whatever. It's the end of the year, I'm off work until the 11th, and I'm sitting here at home, playing with my kiddos, blogging, and just generally soaking in the joy of my family and the season. Ahh, good times.

Amy is at the store picking up some stuff for the big family Christmas party tonight. After relaxing all Christmas Day tomorrow, we're packing for the Portland trip and Nick and Maria's wedding. We successfully handled 50+ people at the house last week for our graduation and Holiday party with friends and co-workers, now it's time for the family version...hooo boy. Good thing we'll have a good couple weeks to recover.

2009 was transformational for me and in a lot of ways a giant leap of faith. But here I am, one year older, one year wiser, and looking at 2010 with more hope and optimism than I've felt in a long, long time. Life truly is good.

So to all my family and friends who still read this thing, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and have a happy New Years! Be safe, enjoy your time off and be sure to take some time to reflect on all the goodness in your lives.

-JB

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Why do we do what we do?

If you look at the surface, you will never understand.

If you peel back the onion, it starts to make sense.

If you accept the simple explanation, you are likely to be deceived.

If you listen to the cacophony, you will miss the point.

It's easy to hear, it's hard to understand.

Those who whine the loudest have the weakest position.

In fact, those who whine for a living have no platform at all.

Don't listen. Watch.

Don't accept. Do.

Don't fight. Love.

Don't worry. Be.

Emotional Terrorism

Emotional Terrorists are not too different from real terrorists. They use deceit, stealth and lies to attack those that unintentionally make them feel inferior, for whatever reason. Bottom line is, they themselves feel inferior because they themselves are lacking somewhere, and rather than look into their own souls, rather than take the high road, rather than use what millions of years of evolution have given them, they blame others. This makes sense. Terrorists are ignorant, and incapable of self-reflection. They just react, instead of thinking, like a human. They are like animals, but smart ones. But rather than react to everything with blatant anger, (at least most of us have evolved beyond that approach) they react in sneaky, dishonorable ways to attack the thinking ones, the one that make life better and are interested in progress and evolution. Evolution is a threat to their existance, so they fight it. But that's the point...they are only capable of reaction.

They have names...usually followed with an four-letter word muttered under your breath. They are the ones you hear about that are incapable of decent, intelligent human interaction, but rather turn everything into a fight or reason to pursue or promote their agenda. They can't just exist and collaborate. They can't accept the fact that others may have differences of opinion. They can't give AND take, they just take. They have to fight and destroy. It's their way, and it's just primitive. They can't appreciate and embrace others, and realize the power of the synergy found in differences. Sometimes they claim to embrace the "straight and narrow", whatever that means. Mostly, it means their version of the straight and narrow. My way or the highway. They want a simple world, where everyone is an easily understandable homogenous blob of similarity. Sound familiar? Makes sense if you are a drill seargent or a football coach...but in the complicated real world of human relationships, where the long term effects matter and there is more than a single objective, (i.e., beyond this season or the next hill) you have to take a more sophisticated approach, and engage and involve those higher skills we have been given. But they don't see that. They only see the here and now, that which is immediately in front of them. Admirable as a skill, absolutely, but not as a strategy. Effective tactics, extrapolated and re-branded as a strategy can only be used for power, and that is just tyranny.

Well screw that. Me and mine may lose this battle, but I ain't buying it.

It took me awhile to realize that terror is terror, whether emotional as in a relationship, or real, as in a palestinian bomber. The consequenses may be vastly different, but in principle, it's the same. I wish I lived in a world where basic rules were respected universally and we could all interact intelligently. But, as I and the world have learned, there is no negotiating, no discussion that is possible with true terrorists. It's like dealing with animals. And animals, like terrorists, have no rules. They are barely alive, and though they may be functional, they are still animals. They take the easy route. They do whatever makes sense in the moment, long term consequenses or strategy be damned. They are too weak to educate or be educated. They give their kids (or constituents) candy to shut them up, rather than engage them. They perpetuate dependence, which, ultimately, is a form of power.

Now, to be clear, I don't mean to imply that there is some group of "others" out there that go around all day with "Emotional Terrorist" t-shirts and club jackets and just exist to cause havoc. Roll with me folks, it's just an archetype. Therefore, unfortunately, we are all capable of displaying this type of behavior.

If we allow ourselves to. (But then, that's the point, right?)

I used to fight with people that were like this or displaying this behavior. I used to argue, and not take it. I would fight back. I now just ignore it. Because unlike real suicide bombers, emotional terrorist attacks only hit their mark if you let them. They thrive on your reaction, and if you don't give it to them, they will just go away. That's why the wise are cautious as to who they let into their lives. They know emotional terrorists are everywhere. That's why people that are open books are so vulnerable to attack. And it's also why this open book has closed, except to a special few.