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Category: Creation Care
P.D. James, The Children of Men
Netflix a while back sent me (at my request) the 2006 film adaptation of P.D.James dystopian The Children of Men. I actually had time to watch it tonite.
I’m not really into thrillers, and there was too much of that for my taste. There was also way too much of “the F word,” mostly in its adjectival form. Surely with a bit of imagination they could have conveyed “these are desperate revolutionaries” or “these are fascist, xenophobe soldiers” some other way. (The nudity is not erotic and is, in my judgment, necessary.)
But the premise was a fascinating one.
Alfonso Cuaron directs this Oscar-nominated film version of P.D. James’s classic dystopian novel, a futuristic drama set in a world in which humans have lost the ability to reproduce and subsequently face certain extinction. Things change when a single woman mysteriously becomes pregnant, prompting a conflicted government bureaucrat (Clive Owen) and his ex-wife (Julianne Moore) to join forces to protect her. Michael Caine co-stars.
Overall, I recommend it. Just be sure the kiddies are down for the night, and don’t play it too loud.
While at the Oasis tonite, I picked up Bishop (now Saint) Nikolai Velimirovich’s Prayers by the Lake and read two gems, XXXVIII and XXXIX. After watching the movie, how could I not notice the opening of XXXIX?:
Do you know, my child, why the clouds are closed when the fields are thirsty for rain, and why they open, when the fields have no desire for rain?
Nature has been confused by the wickedness of men, and has abandoned its order.
Do you know, my child, why the fields produce heavy fruit in the springtime, and yield a barren harvest in the summer?
Because the daughters of men have hated the fruit of their womb, and kill it while it is still in blossom.
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(Note that (1) this is a prayer, and not necessarily literal; (2) if taken literally, it says that our sin confuses nature, not that God screws up nature to punish us; (3) that point 2, and the prayer in its entirety, is evocative of how Orthodox Christianity differs from many other Christian traditions.)
On the mountain of truisms, a city of buzz-words
I rouse myself from my blog hiatus, this lazy Friday evening, largely because a newly-discovered blog has a stunningly blunt and provocative entry that I wanted to circulate more enduringly than a call-out at Facebook.
The thesis is this:
A generation that not only can’t keep its pants on but believes it would be a gross injustice to encourage anyone to do so will not be the generation to stop global warming, end American imperialism and build strong local economies. A generation of prodigious sexual wastefulness is a generation unable to stop any other sort of wastefulness. The division in perspective between one’s body, one’s “will-to-pleasure”, and the evils of the outside world is almost incomprehensible. Restraint is for corporations and armies; anarchy is for American Youth. Continue reading “On the mountain of truisms, a city of buzz-words”
Why do they hate us so?
When they’re not insisting that we’re beloved by one and all, certain U.S. “leaders” are impugning the motives of those who don’t love us.
But there are reasons why they might hate us. Not one of them is “for our freedom.” Continue reading “Why do they hate us so?”
I’m almost 62, and I’m going to say what I think …
I was at a small party tonite for a young friend who’s (1) turning a year older and (2) soon going away for more schooling. The host, a bright not-so-young man (though he’s younger than me) and I enjoy each other’s company quite a lot, and our lives are intertwined in multiple ways, including that he’s my grandson’s godfather.
On some political cultural issues, we found ourselves not only agreeing on the substance, but mutually marveling, after he brought it up, at how widespread is the virtual ban on uttering our opinions aloud. In some of the more or less conservative circles we travel in (we did not discuss all these; some were his list, some mine):
- You can’t talk about caring for God’s good creation without being thought a left-wing environmentalist (especially if you call it “the environment,” which I try not to).
- You can’t say that capitalism has its limits.
- You can’t say that “creative destruction” is profoundly un-conservative in a very important sense.
- You can’t question “American Exceptionalism” or you’ll be accused of something like “moral equivalence.”
- You can’t suggest that America isn’t omnipotent and can’t do any stupid thing it chooses with impunity.
- You can’t suggest that we’re not going to grow our way out of this malaise – or that if we do, there nevertheless will come some day, probably soon, a malaise we cannot outgrow, and that our mountains of debt have a lot to do with that.
- You can’t say that our economic system is not fundamentally different than the state capitalism David Brooks was trying to distinguish from our system a few days ago.
- You can’t suggest that we’re running out of oil and that the days of the automobile as so central a feature of life are numbered.
- I’m not even sure you can safely say “the sexual revolution was at best a mixed blessing, and I think it was a net setback for humanity.” Not even in “conservative” circles as “conservative” mags like National Review now have writers who are shacking up without (or at least before) wedlock. (Wanna know why same-sex marriage has valence? Look at what heteros have done to marriage.)
To his observation, and after running down a quick mental list of my own, I found myself saying “I’m almost 62 years old and I’m going to say what I believe — if only so I can say ‘I told you so’ some day.”
I’m wondering if that should be the new subheading on the blog instead of my beloved Latin maxim. That’s kind of what I’ve been doing in this blog. But I am pretty eclectic, and it’s not all negative or adulatory. Some of it’s just my sense of intrigue on a topic that I want to share.
Anyway, all those things you can’t say? I just said ’em. And I’m stickin’ to it.
Eat Local
Ironic that this ad should come from Hellmans, a Unilever® brand.
I’ll go one step further: don’t just buy American. Buy local as much as possible. I’m not yet doing CSA (Community-Supported Agriculture) for urgent personal reasons, but I may next year. And I am heading to the Farmer’s Market soon.
[HT Front Porch Republic and The Distributist Review]
Oh: one more thing. Buy and read Michael Polan’s, Food Rules: An Eater’s Manual. Funny and practical commentary on The Seven Words (also coined by the author): Eat Food. Not too much. Mostly plants.
Had I taken such advice 40 years ago, I wouldn’t look like the Goodyear blimp, or consume $thousands in medicines each year, or need to pay someone to help me lose 72 pounds (26 down, 46 to go!).
The planetary healing decided to “summer” up north, I guess
Two years ago Thursday, when He (you do capitalize the pronoun for this President, don’t you?) locked up the nomination with a win in Minnesota, our now-President promised:
I am absolutely certain that generations from now, we will be able to look back and tell our children that this was the moment when we began to provide care for the sick and good jobs to the jobless; this was the moment when the rise of the oceans began to slow and our planet began to heal; this was the moment when we ended a war and secured our nation and restored our image as the last, best hope on earth. This was the moment—this was the time—when we came together to remake this great nation so that it may always reflect our very best selves and our highest ideals.
So, how’s the healing going in the Gulf of Mexico, your highness?
Jetta TDI Sportswagen
I bought a new car. My Passat sedan is gone, replaced by a Jetta TDI Sportwagen.
I’m not going to go all introspective on you, but I still have a little trouble keeping car buying decisions entirely rational. The rational thing, in terms of pure personal/familial economics, would have been to drive the Passat “into the ground” and then replace it with something even more fuel efficient (the Passat got 18-31 MPG in my experience; the TDI, a diesel, should be good per EPA figures for 30 in the city, 42 on the highway).
But the TDI is simultaneously:
- Sportier (it has a slightly rakish look and a sunroof that goes on forever)
- More practical (station wagon in slight disguise; my older brother said of his that he feels like a teenage boy with his first pickup truck: “Can I take a bunch of stuff to Goodwill?”
- Obviously, much more fuel efficient.
I’m aware, however, that it’s still a part of the great, ultimately-unsustainable, Happy Motoring Great American Auto Scam. It even comes with a tax rebate for energy efficiency.
Sigh.
Well, gotta go now. The road beckons.
Gushing wells and debt crises: epiphenomena of living beyond our means
Patrick Deneen, who is capable of even deeper stuff than this, today eloquently points out that two current crises — the Gulf oil spew and the Greek debt situation — are rooted in “our collective inability to live within our means”:
All accounts of the “spew” suggest that in our insatiable search for replacement of declining amounts of crude oilavailable in places where it’s relatively easier to bring it to the surface (i.e., on land), we are now increasingly forced to probe for oil in highly inhospitable places where the odds of just such disasters are substantially increased. Our national policy of “drill, baby, drill” in deep sea environments – endorsed alike by such political “opponents” as Sarah Palin and President Obama – can only be expected to result in growing numbers of such accidents, just as a nicotine addict can be expected to burn his fingers when he probes more deeply at the bottom of an ashtray for a butt that still might have something left to inhale.
The Greek debt crisis – what many “in the know” believe to be the first of several, and even many such national crises, likely to be replayed in some form in Spain, Portugal, Ireland, even England and possibly even the U.S. – is quite simply a consequence of a nation that has grown accustomed to living beyond its means for a long time, and which now believes itself entitled to that condition on a more or less permanent basis.
Just so. I have for a long, long time suspected that our prosperity was less a matter of divine favor and Puritan work ethic than it was of our occupying an unspoiled continent, abundant in resources, at a fortuitous historic juncture. I enjoy all the modern amenities, but try to cultivate an “easy come, easy go” attitude as I anticipate at least a gradual, and probably a screeching, halt to les bontemps. Those intuitions or premonitions were long on the back burner, but the rapid return of American insouciance after 9/11 was deeply disturbing and ominous.
The 2 x 4 failed to get our attention. The 4 x 8 failed, too. What will it take? Will we just blame the dirty-neck politicians — who we elected largely in proportion to their absurd promises of either endless prosperity (Red State) or metaphysical equality at high prosperity levels (Blue State) — or will we see the culprit in the mirror?
Thus these two crises are even more deeply connected than a glance at the newspaper might reveal, as the worldwide belief that we could live permanently beyond our means was literally fueled by our brief and exuberant burning of most of the world’s supply of “easy oil.” Over the half-century or so, the world has enjoyed seemingly unlimited economic “growth” whose source was most fundamentally a sea of accumulated sunlight that was never “ours,” but which we treated as the property of the living generation without regard for the effects of our massive addiction upon the substance for future generations. This accumulation of millenia – allowing us to live for a time under the impression that humans no longer were dependent upon or governed by the earth – was tapped over the course of 150 years at increasing rates that led to its greatest amount in the early 2000’s (and the stock market at its highest level), and then suddenly began its inevitable decline with $150/barrel oil and a predictable economic crash whose inevitability was discernible to anyone who knew that the age of growth was over, and that our debt could only be repaid (if at all) by a long and painful time of austerity. We are living through the aftershocks of a world pressed by limits to growth, and – addicted to that condition of permanent thoughtlessness, and having been told that the permanence pf growth was ensured by the solidity of industry and government alike – today demand increasing debt to make up for declining wealth. The worldwide deleveraging that we have sought to forestall by means of “stimuli” and financial chicanery will be all the more painful and dislocating with every day that we put off our reckoning.
The ancient Greeks were the source of a kind of wisdom about self-government that today’s Greeks – and the rest of the world – have forgotten, only after Europeans and Americans (especially) over the past several hundred years explicitly overturned their influence – particularly the legacy of that inheritance in Christendom. Bans against “usury” – now regarded as quaint and incomprehensible – were most fundamentally bans upon current generations stealing from future generations. Limits upon debt were established to prevent people from living beyond their means, to constrain their appetites to what was appropriate within the limits of the world. It is an ancient teaching that we are rediscovering not by dint of wisdom and a habituated capacity to embrace self-rule, but by dint of having no other choice.
Several nights ago, Wendell Berry spoke to a packed – overflowing – auditorium in the Arlington library. Some hope is to be found in the fact that the audience was overwhelmingly composed of young people, wanting to hear from that older man some words about what we are now to do. And he concluded a marvelous evening of reflections and thoughts with a response to a question about Oil and Limits with the reply that he was waiting – as we should all be waiting – for someone to tell us that “we’ve got to use less,” that someone must make a criticism of our “standard of living” and speak in terms of “limits and context.” The context of which he spoke explicitly was that nature was speaking – “very noisily” – to those who would listen, and that the “news from the world” was quite clear that we needed to begin speaking and living under self-imposed limits – or those limits that would be violently imposed upon us.
Amen.
Dissing Earth Day
Bill Kauffman — independent and perceptive, but not so full of himself as to become tedious — a year ago wrote To Hell With Earth Day; Long Live Arbor Day! It’s worth a reprise while it’s still Arbor Earth Day.