Start the democratic process without me

I’m feeling low tonight. I think I may be suffering from chicken soup fatigue. And the whole thing’s frustrating. All winter I’ve been trying to get on a workout regimen, using my Nordic Track, and every time I get to where I’m starting to feel the benefits, I come down with another cold. And by the time I’ve recovered I’m back to square one.

Also I suppose I’m feeling guilty because I won’t be attending the Minnesota caucuses tonight. I’m staying away out of principle, you understand. The caucus system is a transparent attempt by The Man to disenfranchise the Avoidant-American community, and I refuse to prop up such an unjust system.

I’ve been listening to talk radio, too, and the calls have convinced me that both of the Republican frontrunners are probably Communist moles. Possibly alien pod people.

Anyway, if you haven’t checked Joe Carter’s Evangelical Outpost today, he has a great post on the true story of Galileo and the Inquisition. It’s not what they told you on the Discovery Channel. The reality was a lot more complicated, and Galileo wasn’t any martyr to science.

He’d have probably caucused, too. The sellout.

Hollywood Writers Strike May Be Ending Soon

The Writers Guild of America appears to be close to a final deal with Hollywood studios.

“I’m a positive individual. I think the sun will come up tomorrow,” said Viggo Mortensen.

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Fujimura’s River Grace

Artist Makota Fujimura (to whose blog we link in our sidebar) has written a personal book on his life and art, called River Grace. Alissa Wilkinson says, “With gentleness and elegance, Fujimura’s book examines the relationship between faith, art, and love.” There are many beautiful illustrations and stories behind the work.

Tim Challies has a good interview with Fujimura, which the artist says, “Good art (whether created by Christians or non-Christians) should produce a longing for that reality.”

Learn more about River Grace at the website.

What’s the Latest in the God Poll?

Andrée Seu writes, “What I believe about whether McCain, Clinton, Huckabee, Obama, or Romney will be President has some — but very little — bearing on my spirits as I go about my work. What I believe about God’s attitude toward me colors every transaction — like an eyedropper of food coloring in a cup of water that permeates completely.”

“But you, O LORD, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.” Psalm 3:3 ESV

The Timing of the Shrove

The weekend went as per my previous announcement. I spent it in bed or on the couch, trying to get past this latest rampaging rhinovirus. I canceled two things I’d planned to do. One of them turned out to be fairly important in regard to the situation of one of my old friends, though no one had bothered to tell me that until after I’d decided I couldn’t go. Nevertheless, the theme of the weekend was Bad Cold, plus Bad Conscience.

Today is Shrove Monday, and tomorrow is Shrove Tuesday. The “shrove” refers to the sacrament of confession and absolution—getting shriven. One was (I suppose still is, in several communions) expected to go to confession and be shriven in preparation for the forty day fast of Lent.

In Norwegian they call it Fetetirsdag, which corresponds to the French Mardi Gras, or “Fat Tuesday.” That less spiritual-sounding name rises from the fact that all red meat was forbidden during the Lenten fast. It was considered a sin even to have animal fat in your house during that period. So people would feast on all the fat that was laying around. Fat-free diets were not fashionable (or safe) in those days, when food was harder to get than it is now. You didn’t just pitch something that could provide nutrition, especially late in the winter. If you couldn’t have it in the kitchen, you wanted to carry it around on your waist with you. It would help you get through Lent.

Pancakes were a popular food for using up the fat, which is why pancakes are traditionally associated with Shrove Tuesday. Sexual relations were also forbidden in Lent, which, I suppose, accounts for Mardi Gras and Carnivale.

In many churches people still fast for Lent. It’s rare, I think, for anyone to do a real, old-fashioned, no-meat-or-meat-products-at-all plus no sex Lent anymore, one where you actually drop a lot of weight, but many people give up some indulgence—chocolate or ice cream or booze.

Many Lutherans do it too, but that isn’t part of my pietist tradition. Also I’m afraid I wouldn’t hold out, and I’d have something new to feel guilty about.

Anyway, I already don’t drink, and I have no sex life. I’m way ahead of most Lenten fasters any day of the year. Maybe I should fast from fasting during Lent. It would be hard, but good for…

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What About Believing in King Arthur?

LONDON–Of 3,000 viewers of UKTV Gold television surveyed, a quarter believe Winston Churchill was mythological and almost half thought the same of King Richard the Lionheart. More than that believed Sherlock Holmes was a real man.

At least, that’s what they told the pollsters. I confess, if someone called me to ask whether I thought various people were fiction or non, I might start making up all kinds of answers. But if they had a camera in my face, I’d probably answer as truthfully as I could.

Yes We Can! (Can What?)

Having read Bryan Appleyard’s praise, perhaps mockingly, of Obama, linked from Books, Inq., I feel compelled to link to this fascinating video linked from the American Spectator. Obama, along with many artists, call us to hope for undefined change and say “Yes, we can.” I wouldn’t say, as the blogger John Tabin says, that the video is creepy, but it is remarkably vapid. This rhetoric of empowerment regardless of policy or character has failed many American voters and their communities for decades.

Let me close by quoting a more famous Democrat than the one above, one who at least got the idea right, if not some of the actions:

In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility–I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it–and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.

And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you–ask what you can do for your country.

My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.

Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us here the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God’s work must truly be our own.

What Would You Call a Bed Made for Six-year-old Girls?

Some people at Woolworths, a British retail chain, thought a good name for “a whitewashed wooden bed with pull-out desk and cupboard intended for girls aged about six” would be Lolita.

“What seems to have happened is the staff who run the website had never heard of Lolita, and to be honest no one else here had either,” a spokesman told British newspapers, according to Reuters.

Next up, a line of girls clothes called Maggie’s Street. After that, maybe a line of cutting tools under the name Raskolnikov. More positively, perhaps they could sell a line of kites called Hassan’s.

Last transmission from a sinking ship

I thought after the siege of common cold I suffered through in December, I’d enjoy some kind of immunity for the rest of the winter. (I know that idea has no scientific basis, but I cling to my superstitions.) But I’ve got another one. I’m canceling a couple things I’d planned this weekend, and hope to hunker in the bunker until Monday.

By way of Grim’s Hall, here’s an interesting site: Strangemaps.

I’m not a map fanatic, but I think they’re cool. I learned a whole lot about the Old West years back, when I worked my way through most of Louis L’Amour’s works with a Rand McNally atlas at my elbow. The geography in L’Amour is solid, and you’d be surprised what geography explains as you study history.

Have a good weekend.

Green Marketing is Exaggerated

Researchers argue that less than 1% of “green marketing” claims are true or not misleading. From the report, “State of Green Business 2008”:

Consumers’ skepticism was given credence in a report on “the six sins of greenwashing,” which found that the overwhelming majority of environmental marketing claims in North America are inaccurate, inappropriate, or unsubstantiated. After examining 1,018 consumer products bearing 1,753 environmental claims, researchers concluded that all but one made claims that are either “demonstrably false or that risk misleading intended audiences.”

(I’m gunning for most obvious headline of the year with this post. But what am I doing posting on environmental propaganda? I think some other bloggers are influencing me. Tsk, tsk.)