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23 Oct 2008 A Hypothetical…
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Suppose a group of five men decide to take a journey, M1 - M5M1, believing there to be difficult times ahead, works hard and gathers food, and carries twice as much food with him as the others on the journey.  M2-M5, although capable of carrying more, do not do so. Midway through the journey, M3-M5 are completely out of food. M2, knowing himself, has paced well and has enough to last the journey, though uncomfortably.  M1 has enough food to last him through the rest of the journey, comfortably.

The questions about my hypothetical are these:

1. Ought M1 to give food to M3-M5?

2. Ought M3-M5 be able to morally demand food from M1? How about M2 ?

3. If M1 is not willing to give up food for M3-M5, what actions may M2-M5 take in response? Why? Should M2 have equal say in the matter as M3-M5?

Changing the scenario in one aspect, suppose M1, were he to give amounts of food to M3-M5 sufficient to allow them to survive, runs the risk of starvation himself. Does that change your response to any of the above questions? Why?

Suppose M3-M5 were unable to carry more food, all other factors remaining the same? Does that change your response to any of the above questions? Why?

20 Oct 2008 Cute Claire Moment
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This was the conversation Claire and I had during the car ride home from Church on Sunday.  My nieces Megan and Jane were also in the car with us and they couldn’t contain their laughter.

C:  Mommy… Daddy was SO annoying during Church.

M:  Really?  What did he do?

C:  He was screaming and yelling and dancing around and being all crazy.

M:  Really?

C:  Yeah. It was SOOOOOOO embarrassing.

Who knew our little Claire was so observent.  From my watch at the piano, it didn’t seem like Daddy was dancing around, but hey you never know.  Liturgical dance might just come back in fashion thanks to him.

16 Oct 2008 Corollary Musings
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I stated below that:

This hedonistic consequentialism involves a closely-related individualism, at least in the United States, which states that no person can judge another person’s pleasure or pain, such that there is no objective standard for pleasure or pain (a utilitarian calculus, as it has been called).

I am reading an interesting book (don’t worry - I’ll get back to my point there…) by Tom Morris called, “Making Sense of it All: Pascal and the Meaning of Life.” In one interesting passage, Morris notes:

Something has meaning if and only if it is endowed with meaning or significance by a purposive personal agent or group of such agents.

And further:

Meaning is never intrinsic; it is always derivative….If my life is to have meaning (or a meaning), it thus must derive its meaning from some sort of purposive, intentional activity. It must be endowed with meaning.

Now, I suppose the question is, what if we are unable to endow our lives with meaning? That is, we are incapable of making a purposeful, intentional activity in relation to them? I think in this particular instance of the severely mentally handicapped, the aged with mental handicaps, the unborn, and the like - or even children, who are still unordered enough that meaning is fragmented. What of the meaning for their lives?

It seems to me that we, those who can direct our lives purposefully, are called to give meaning to them. To a mother, an unborn child should have meaning. She is the only one who can directly endow it with meaning, for she literally holds its life within her. But, this is only the most obvious example.

Of course, the question of meaning, of purpose, implies nothing of good or bad, simply direction or choice. The problem with the hedonistic individualistic consequentialist mode (told you I’d bring it back) in which we find ourselves in is that if someone has attached a purpose to their life that is wrong, misdirected, or, bluntly, evil, we are often powerless to do anything about it. I think most people have heard the response, to paraphrase, “So what if you think it’s wrong - who are you to say?”

And, the massive consequences of this statement, and all of its attendant attitudes, and all of its attendant philosophies, continue to rock our culture and will continue to do so. For, how could one ideologically oppose any evil, any wrongdoing, which is that which gives meaning to someone or some people, when ears are stopped before the argument begins…when speech itself is deafened by deliberate silence?

16 Oct 2008 On Speech
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A friend has cautioned that in my previous post on the speech of Saruman, some might have interpreted that as comparing Obama to the anti-Christ or the Dark Lord in entirety. I would limit that, however, to the abuse of the gift of speech towards evil ends. Obama says many things which I deem imprudent, but not evil. However, he does say some things that are truly evil, particularly in regard to abortion as an inherent right. Obama has been gifted with an extraordinary ability to speak well and intelligently (as I do not believe that McCain has). Therefore, he abuses this gift when he uses it unvirtuously, both to promote evil ends and to attempt to convince others that this evil end is the right course of action.

-J.

16 Oct 2008 On the Christian Way of Life
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Among Catholics, it is a never-ending debate on how one is to live life. I found the following lesson from the Desert Fathers edifying:

Also there were Paesius and Isaias, sons of a Spanish merchant. When their father died, they divided the estate they held, namely five thousand coins, clothes, and slaves. They deliberated and planned together. “Brother, what kind of life shall we lead? If we become merchants, such as our father was, we will still be entrusting our work to others. Then we would risk harm at the hands of pirates on the high seas. Come, let us take up the monastic life so that we may profit by our father’s goods and still not lose our souls.”

The prospect of monastic life pleased them, but they found themselves in disagreement. For when they had divided the property, they each had in mind to please God, by taking different ways of life.

Now the one shared everything among the monasteries, churches, and prisons; he learned a trade so that he might provide bread for himself and he spent his time at ascetic practices and prayer. The other, however, made no distribution of his share, but built a monastery for himself and took in a few brethren. Then he took in every stranger, every invalid, every old man, and every poor one as well, setting up three or four tables every Saturday and Sunday. In this way he spent his money

After they were both dead, various pronouncements were made about them as though they had both been perfect. Some preferred one, some the other. Then rivalry developed among the brethren in regard to the eulogies. They went to the blessed Pambo and entrusted the judgment to him, thinking to learn from him which was the better way of life. He told them, “Both were perfect. One showed the work of Abraham; the other, that of Elias.”

One faction said, “By your feet, we implore you, how can they be equal?” And this group considered the ascetic the greater, and insisted that he did what the Gospel commended, selling all and giving to the poor, and every hour both day and night carried the cross and followed the Savior even in his prayers. But the others argued heatedly, saying the Isaias had shared everything with the needy and even used to sit on the highways and gather together the oppressed. Not only did he relieve his own soul, but many others as well by tending the sick and helping them.

Abba Pambo told them, “Again I say to you, they are both equal. I firmly insist to each of you that the one, if he had not lived so ascetically, would not by worthy to be compared with the goodness of the other. As for the other, he refreshed strangers, and thereby himself as well, and even if he appeared to carry the load of toil, he had also its relief thereafter. Wait until I have a revelation from God, and then come back and learn it

They returned some days later and he told them, “I saw both of them standing the Paradise in the presence of God.”

15 Oct 2008 From Tolkien…
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Suddenly, another voice spoke, low and melodious, its very sound an enchantment. Those who listened unwarily to that voice could seldom report the words that they heard; and if they did, they wondered, for little power remained in them. Mostly they remembered only that it was a delight to hear the voice speaking, all that it said seemed wise and reasonable, and desire awoke within them by swift agreement to seem wise themselves. When other spoke they seemed harsh and uncouth by contrast; and if they gainsaid the voice, anger was kindled in the hearts of those under the spell. For some the spell lasted only while the voice spoke to them, and when it spoke to another they smiled, as men do who see through a juggler’s trick while others gape at it. For many the sound of the voice alone was enough to hold them enthralled; but for those whom it conquered the spell endured when they were far away, and ever they heard that soft voice whispering and urging them. But none were unmoved; none rejected its please and its commands without an effort of mind and will, so long as its master had control of it. LOTR, pg. 601

13 Oct 2008 Philosophical Musings
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Each Sunday night, I “mentor” a group of college students from a local college as part of a campus ministry program which works to instill good spiritual habits in college-age kids. We meet as a large group after evening Mass, then split into small groups, each headed by a mentor. I am one such mentor, and have 5 men in my group.

The conversations are often difficult to get started - my students have much on their minds (midterms, sports, hormones, hormones, hormones). So, last night, rather than trying the “let’s all talk about whatever) approach (which generates interesting conversations about how this professor is vs. this other one), I elected to ask a direct question - namely, “How do we analyze any act as to whether it is bad or good?” (I like to begin with light questions.)

This question shook a couple of the five out of their torpor, and one gave the interesting response, “It depends on what happens,”  to which the others generally agreed and sank back into lethargy. I asked him to clairify, in that he meant whether an action was good or bad depended on the outcome after the action, to which he assented.

I found this quick response curious. After a moment, I then asked him whether he thought there were any actions that might be wrong independent of the outcome? He responded equally quickly, “Sin” (as a good Catholic ought). I mentioned that “sin” was a rather broad category. But, then asked if it would be wrong for me to throw a mustard bottle at him, even though I missed entirely, and he was not injured. He thought that it might indeed be wrong. We did not get a chance to proceed farther, as there was a reflection talk coming up, and we stopped with those thoughts. However, I do not expect that many of the other students will feel too differently than this one.

Philosopher John Haldane said in essence that we live in an age of hedonistic consequentialism, or something like it in the utilitarian mode. In essence, this is the combination of the view above, that the good or evil of an act lies in it’s outcome (consequentialism), and the view that view that whether an outcome is good or bad depends upon some formulation or variant of whether it makes the viewer or recipient of the action happier, or causes them pain, or reduces their pain, etc. (hedonism). This hedonistic consequentialism involves a closely-related individualism, at least in the United States, which states that no person can judge another person’s pleasure or pain, such that there is no objective standard for pleasure or pain (a utilitarian calculus, as it has been called).

This plays out in interesting and potentially frightening ways. I take as my example two instances in the academic world this past year. One at Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis, the other more recently at Brandeis University. At IU-PUI, a janitor was reading a book on his lunch break entitled, ”Notre Dame vs. the Klan: How the Fighting Irish Defeated the Ku Klux Klan.” He was accused first of reading something like pornography at work, then the school itself accused him of racial insensitivity, based on an anonymous complaint. In a letter, a school official noted, “‘You used extremely poor judgment by insisting on openly reading the book related to a historically and racially abhorrent subject in the presence of your black co-workers.” The janitors pleas that the book was about defeating prejudice went unheard, and it wasn’t until the Wall Street Journal picked up the story that the school apologized. The second matter is still ongoing at Brandeis University, where a professor of fifty years used the term “wetback” in class to describe derogatory ways in which Mexican-Americans were treated. Someone complained, and Brandeis said that they believed the professor was guilty of racial harassment, and placed a monitor in his classes.

I think these two incidents illustrate the more visible results of hedonistic consequentialism, but I think this reasoning underlies many of the decisions made personally and governmentally in our world. Examples are not to difficult to come by (as I have illustrated above), and I think they would be easily reached by any person reading the daily news.

02 Oct 2008 Rainbow Cupcakes

It’s been an interactive week at the Watson house.  After being inspired by Kelly’s Blog, and knowing that I needed to make snack for 10 hungry soccer players for this weekend, I decided to give Rainbow Cupcakes a shot.  Knowing that 4 and almost 6 year olds, namely Claire and Michael, and maybe even an almost 3 year old Jacob would find this project totally exciting, Erika and the tribe came over to help.

Here is the recipe, sans frosting of course.  I did double it so we would have enough batter for everyone and it made just under 4 dozen cupcakes. The batter filled the bowl on my Kitchen Aid Stand Mixer up to the tippy top and was very very thick - which made it perfect for filling the different colors.

The colors we started with….I probably should have used more food coloring for a brighter result, but these turned out just fine.

The kids filling the cupcakes — we dropped a spoon full at a time in each cup with a different color


Before they hit the oven!

From October November December

The finished product

From the inside

They matched the twin rainbows at soccer practice yesterday too!

02 Oct 2008 The Meme
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Okay, for the Jonathan side of the Watsons:

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car): Junior Mazda

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe): Cookie Dough Wingtip

3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal): Navy Cat

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born): Andrew Erie

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first three letters of your last name, first two of your first name): WatJa

6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink): Forest Coffee

7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers): Chester Joseph

8. STRIPPER NAME ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy): Curry Candy Corn

9. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your fifth grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): Davis Denver

10. SPY NAME (your favorite season/holiday, flower): Spring Dogwood

11. CARTOON NAME (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now): Orange Khakis

12. HIPPIE NAME (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Eggs Dogwood

02 Oct 2008 Your Name
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Taken from Ali

That is super funny…I wanna doo it:

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car): Spot Grand Caravan

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe): Cookie Dough Crocs

3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal): Navy Sloth

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born): Margaret South Bend

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first three letters of your last name, first two of your first name): Annwa

6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink): Purple Diet Coke

7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers): Frederick Stephen

8. STRIPPER NAME ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy): Happy Butterscotch

9. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your fifth grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): Jurgonski Jacksonille (ha!)

10. SPY NAME (your favorite season/holiday, flower): Winter Tulip

11. CARTOON NAME (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now): Pear Yoga Pants

12. HIPPIE NAME (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Yogurt Dogwood

01 Oct 2008 C is for….
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Chicken Soup, of course!

Monday I decided to make homemade chicken noodle soup.  Most everyone who knows me well know that I am not a very good cook.  I try, I really do, but frankly I have more failures than successes when trying something outside of a few good things that I make well.  I can’t make grilled cheese to save my life because I either burn it or it’s soggy and I can’t make french toast.  Scrambled eggs?  Forget it..inedible.  And I usually don’t like to cook any sort of meat unless it’s ground, because really, who can screw up browning meat?

Needless to say, homemade Chicken Soup was WAYYYYYYY out of my comfort zone.

But anyway, I was inspired and so I decided to do it.  I picked up Claire from preschool on Monday and the girls and I headed to the grocery store to get all the necessary items.  I realized that a lot of the ingredients started with the letter C, so I turned it into a letter hunting adventure for Claire in the grocery store.  We walked into the vegetable area and I told her to go look at all the signs on the vegetables and find all the vegetables that begin with the letter C and pick one to put in the soup.  I figured she would pick carrots, or celery…but no, my child went for a nice big head of cabbage.  Yum.  So we picked up the other veggies..carrots, celery, a really big onion, an ear of corn that Claire picked out, and of course the giant cabbage and moved through the store.  I let Claire pick the chicken to be roasted….yeah I figured if I was going to do this, I was going to do this right….and she picked a 4 pound, Amish Chicken that was roughly about $14.  Organic chicken = highway robbery.  I was going to put it back and get the National brand chicken that was like $4, but then I had visions of a happy chicken frolicking on an Amish farm and I had to buy it.    If it was that happy running around with kids in bonnets, it would probably be really good in my soup.

We took all our purchases, went home, had some lunch and the girls went down for a nap.  I put the bird in the oven (alas poor Yorik), and chopped a ton of vegetables.  I added them to our trusty stock pot, with the chicken stock and boiled away.  When the chicken was roasted (Perfectly I might add) I added the meat to the soup nd let it simmer most of the afternoon.  Yum.  I added the noodles at the end and we enjoyed it!

The first report from the taste testers was that it was “delicious”.  Madeline even ate it without complaining.  I suppose my first venture into chicken soup was a success.

And yes…I took pictures.  Enjoy the slide show.

Oh and 3 days later….we still have a ton left over.   Jonathan just heated up a bowl for a snack.  I think I’ll be doing this more often as the weather gets colder!