on the death penaltyPosted: April 30, 2014 Filed under: Society Leave a comment
I try to keep this blog fairly light. Sometimes, however, I need to write about things that are not pleasant, but which are on my mind. This blog is, among other things, my form of prayer, as I recently discussed here. As Malcolm Boyd in his original edition of Are You Running with Me Jesus? talked to God is a casual, personal, and conversational style, so here I am often talking to God in a casual, conversational manner just as much as I am sharing with you, Good Reader.
Yesterday I read in the newspaper that the state of Ohio changed their drug mix for executions on account of a botched execution last year. You are no doubt painfully aware of the execution yesterday in Oklahoma that went terribly wrong.
The issue of the death penalty has been on my mind for years, and it is very much past time that I wrote about it.
As a society, we do not want to take responsibility for executions. Just as Pontius Pilate is portrayed in the Matthew account, we want to wash our hands of the act and not own it.
The electric chair replaced hanging because it was thought to be more humane. The gas chamber replaced the electric chair for the same reason. And the same logic applied when lethal injection replaced the gas chamber. But how many terribly, seriously, horrendously botched lethal injection executions have we seen?
If you believe in the death penalty, which I don’t, what is wrong with the firing squad? Simple. Effective. Quick. Final. But that means someone is actually killing someone. Someone is picking up a gun and pulling a trigger. We can’t have that. We want to distance ourselves from the act. Which is where the tradition came from that one of the shooters always had a blank in his rifle. That way each shooter could believe that he was the one with the blank and not responsible for the convict’s death.
The fact that we have to go through such convolutions suggests to me that maybe the death penalty is just a really, really bad idea.
Are you there God? It’s me, Mike.
on not being so literalPosted: April 29, 2014 Filed under: Cooking 4 Comments
A few years ago Mollie Katzen, of Moosewood Cookbook fame, was on tour for her then most recent book. She appeared on the Santa Cruz NPR station. She said that she was troubled by the fact that many people didn’t feel that they could take liberties with her recipes and had to follow them slavishly. She said that made her nervous. She reflected, what if her recipe said, “Chop the carrots and put them in the pot. Now get in your car, drive to the river, get out, and jump off the bridge.”
You get her point. I found myself caught up in the very same error. Trader Joe’s in their Fearless Flyer promoted their brined whole chicken and suggested it was a good crock pot candidate. That made a lot of sense to me. I found a whole chicken crock pot recipe, which called for a spice rub. It turned out OK, and the broth was great, but the chicken itself was a tad bland.
The recipe didn’t say anything about making sure you got the rub underneath the skin, so I didn’t. But I should have. I knew that. (As the Michael J. Fox Alex Keaton character used to say on Family Ties.) In fact, I know that well from our Thanksgiving turkeys. Duh. The next time, I got the spice rub (mine – not the one in the recipe) well underneath the skin and it was marvelous. Terry loved it. She raved about it. That dish has now become one of her favorites.
I think of a Smothers Brothers special in the late 1980’s, two decades after they were unceremoniously dumped by CBS, in large part at the behest of the Nixon administration. Dick asks Tom, “If CBS told you to go jump in a lake, would you?” Tommy pauses, and then replies, “Well, not again.”
I rarely follow a recipe exactly. I think I was so careful in this instance because a crock pot whole chicken was something that I had never done before. The fact that the recipe called for no liquid whatsoever made me a tad nervous. But still, really, I do know better.
Easter 2Posted: April 28, 2014 Filed under: Easter 1 Comment
My blog entry for Easter Monday was rather grim. I wanted, therefore, today to share some of the joy of Easter. I can’t thing of anything original to say that would express it better than Margaret did over at leave it lay where Jesus flang it. In her blog entry new way of being she writes that Easter is longer than Lent. I hadn’t thought about it, but it’s true. I like that a lot. Lent is 40 days, which doesn’t include Sundays. It’s 46 actual days from Ash Wednesday to Easter. Easter is 50 days. How very cool is that?
…the really good news is this: The sure sign that God is good is that Easter is longer than Lent! Easter is not just a day –it is a season –fifty days long… a season when we have the opportunity to practice living the Resurrection –living the new life –and liturgically we practice that by not confessing our sin –by not reading from the Law and Prophets, looking back to our roots, but reading only from the Christian scriptures, our spiritual ancestors, putting us in mind of our own calling of the eternal priesthood of Christ.
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Sacred Music Friday: Hail Thee Festival DayPosted: April 25, 2014 Filed under: Easter, Music Leave a comment
Ralph Vaughn Williams, Hail Thee Festival Day, St. John’s Detroit, Easter 2013
The Story of the JewsPosted: April 24, 2014 Filed under: Books Leave a comment
The Story of the Jews: Finding the Words 1000 BC-1492 AD
HarperCollins Publishers, March 18, 2014, 512 pages
Kindle Edition $19.99, Amazon Hardcover $25.29
This book covers the same material as the PBS television series, but it is no mere TV tie-in. It is a substantial standalone volume in its own right. In addition to the text, there are maps, notes, references, and pictures.
Schama covers a lot of territory in the book. He opens it describing the Jewish military outpost at the garrison of Elephantine in ancient Egypt. He ends describing the plight of the Jews in Spain in 1492. The book is not linear. He moves from one time period and locale to another, and often jumps to the nineteenth century or the present day to describe the work of archaeologists and scholars.
Schama’s writing is engaging. The prose is more lively than that of most nonfiction books I’ve read recently, and he includes a good share of wit. Schama is a skeptic, not a believer. He is careful to talk about what we can actually know versus what we what we must surmise or deduce.
I enjoyed the first half of the book more than the second half, but that’s just me: I am more interested in antiquity than modern history. This is a highly readable book for anyone interested in this slice of world history.
I am training for a 5kPosted: April 23, 2014 Filed under: Exercise Leave a comment
I wrote a while back about how I wasn’t training for a 5k. I am now. Terry and I have both registered for the Mushroom Mardi Gras Fun Run on May 24. We’ve done it before and it’s a very enjoyable semi-rural course along the southern end of Coyote Creek trail.
It’s always good to have a goal to head towards.
business travelPosted: April 22, 2014 Filed under: Travel, Work Leave a comment
I hate business travel. I hate being away from Terry and Tasha. And I hate airports. Flying is a pain too, since the airlines have been reducing the number of flights to keeps the planes more full, but mostly I hate airports. But then who has had anything good to say about the airport check-in process since 9/11? As much as I cringe saying it, it’s one place where the terrorists really seem to have won.
But when the VP says everyone needs to show up in Houston for a team Face-to-Face (or F2F as we say these days), you simply suck it up and go.
Ultimately, I’m glad I did. There were plenty of presentations that put me to sleep, I got sick of people who so enjoyed hearing themselves talk that they couldn’t restrict themselves to their allotted time. As usually happens at such gatherings, I got a serious case of PowerPoint poisoning.
At the same time I got to meet in person for the first time people with whom I have been working remotely for a long while, including my manager. I got to reconnect with people I have worked with in the past. I saw people I haven’t seen in person since my old campus closed.
Getting people with different roles and responsibilities and different priorities together in the same room is not the same as doing a teleconference. The dynamic is entirely different. It’s good to have that interaction.
Making the trip was worthwhile. Being back home is better.
Easter and tragedyPosted: April 21, 2014 Filed under: Easter, Local matters Leave a comment
There was a suicide on our block on Easter.
Under any circumstances a suicide is a tragedy. All the more so on Easter. What further amplified that for me was that Fr. Phil in his Easter sermon, before getting back to the resurrection of Jesus, told us “Death is not a rare event in this world.” I wasn’t expecting immediate confirmation of that.
After church I spent a couple of hours in the front yard pruning roses and generally cleaning up the yard. I took a shower and got cleaned up and Terry picked up lunch. I then pulled out my laptop to make some additions to my recipe database. I heard sirens, and thought it was sad that there would be sirens on Easter. I didn’t realize that the vehicles running those sirens were headed for our street.
A while later Terry told me that there was a suicide at the house two doors down. I have written about that house before. The husband has long had a serious alcohol abuse problems to the point where he cannot work I have not seen him in ages. His wife, in order to make ends meet, takes in boarders. Those boarders, I have long observed in my biased and not terribly charitable perspective, tend towards the unsavory type and seem to mostly be part of the recovery community.
It seems that there was a husband and wife couple living there whose responsibilities included taking care of the back yard. As Terry heard it, the husband was away overnight, hadn’t done his yard work, the owner of the home got mad, and the wife took an overdose. Certainly overdosing on account of yard work not done points to far deeper and more serious problems, for which this was perhaps merely the tipping point. In fact there is no way to prove cause and effect. Maybe the angry reaction and the overdose were two sequential but unrelated events.
The actual reason for the overdose doesn’t matter. There was a suicide on our block on Easter.
However you look at it, that is a tragedy.
Happy Easter!Posted: April 20, 2014 Filed under: Easter, Music Leave a comment
“Christ the Lord Is Risen Today,” Easter 1995, Mount Olivet United Methodist Church
Good FridayPosted: April 18, 2014 Filed under: Holy Week Leave a comment
No Sacred Music Friday this week in observance of Good Friday.
Have a joyous Easter!