Caveats first: I haven’t seen the video of the Chicago police officer shooting the teenager in the back seventeen times. I don’t care to. The officer has been charged with murder, but there has yet been no trial.
Here is my take-away from the English “You ain’t no Mulsim, Bruv” incident. The most noteworthy tidbit of information in this to me is the fact that the English police subdued the knife-weilding assailant with a tazer. Blood on the ground, knife in hand, and the authorities use non-leathal force to make the arrest.
How many slugs would this guy have taken had this same incident occurred in any major American municipality?
The Republican presidential field is quite a mess. It was too crowded before the fates dropped the Trump card on us. Who can pay attention to politics when whole baseball team is on the primary ballot? I can’t.
But here’s what bothers me. Not that the Republican field being a mess only helps the Democrats. It’s that the only alternative to Hillary (*) on the Democratic side of the table is a communist. Literally. And he’s popular!?
(*) Footnote – I think Hillary Clinton is the worst presidential candidate in my lifetime. I felt the same way in 2008.
Heard on NPR’s Studio 360 over the weekend: Aha Moment: Kenneth Goldsmith & John Cage.
Not being at all familiar with the work of Kenneth Goldsmith, let’s just assume for the sake of this post that he doesn’t really exist, but is in fact a fictional artist, existing only in a bad novel somewhere. He was a successful artist. And he couldn’t stand it. Somehow he finds redemption in finding a niche art-form that pleases himself, and himself only.
For the record. I don’t get it.
I’ve always postulated that in art (painting, poetry, cabinet-making, masonry, music, etc.) if the artist can produce something that the artist loves, then it will be successful. If I could write a book that I would be willing to pay money for, someone else will be willing to pay money for it too. That’s what Kenneth did at the start. He loved his art. And the money followed. But artists seem to have some sort of allergy to success. If too many people like their goods at point Y, then they are convinced that they must have sold themselves out somewhere around point X. Its like an artist can’t objectively look at his or her own produce and determine where it falls in continuum between Bach and nsync.
But how is producing “art” that is inherently not art solve anybody’s problem. A 365 re-writing of a local weather report? If I were to put up a camera and do a time-lapse photoshoot for a whole year it would be mildly interesting to see what happens. Not art, but interesting. But to have, in either written or verbal form, a textual account of the weatherman’s predition of what will happen…this is beyond not art. Its not even interesting. Where is the joy in that for the viewed? How can there be any joy in that for him? He’s not creating anything. He’s regurgitating something that’s not even good to begin with. It would be like me retching up some Krystals on a plate and calling myself a chef. Bon appetit.
I understand he doesn’t want to be a rock star. Okay, I get it. But the solution for a musician who doesn’t want to be a rock star has to be better than smacking 2x4s together and calling himself a percussionist.
The tag-line I saw associated with that was “Lower obesity rates for young people in walkable neighborhoods” (HT: Twitter @anthonyflint 2013-May-1 6:39am)
I just happened to be driving down I-65 during the middle of the day yesterday where I could listen to the newly announced Pope Francis’s comments live. He asked those “present” to pray for him. So I did.
“The Law and the Prophets were until John; since then the good news of the kingdom of God is preached, and everyone forces his way into it. But it is easier for heaven and earth to pass away than for one dot of the Law to become void. “Everyone who divorces his wife and marries another commits adultery, and he who marries a woman divorced from her husband commits adultery.
(Luke 16:16-18 ESV)
I’ve not studied a bunch of commentaries on this, but the last verse of this passage has always been presented to me in isolation. But I propose that one way of reading verse 18 is in context with the preceeding two verses.
Since John, the good news has been preached, and even before the gospel is completely revealed in Christ’s passion and resurrection, the buyers were out looking for to snag up some cheap grace. Everyone is forcing their way into the good news at the expense of the law.
But the Israelites are married to the law. To divorce themselves from the law to pursue the gospel apart from law is adultery. Any gospel that is herself divorced from the law is an adulterous gospel.
What should they do? What sort of gospel should they be looking for?
It is the seed of the woman that will crush the serpent’s head. Their marriage to the law was to be consummated so that it could flower forth into gospel. And he was right there, the Word-become-flesh, full of grace and truth.
Jesus was no new gospel; He was the fullfilment of the only gospel that ever was and ever was to be. He was not come to woo his people away from the law, but to show forth the fruit of the law: himself. He was the child, the offspring of the marriage. He was the fruit: true food and true drink.