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Sunday, May 11, 2008

what's in a question?

My five-month-old son Mateo is still refusing to speak coherently, but when he does at last open his mouth to do something other than eat, puke, drool or blabber (perhaps at six months?), I’m pretty sure I’ll be facing a lot of tough questions – to which I will undoubtedly give fairly flippant, “imaginative” answers. ”Why is the sky blue, daddy,” he’ll ask. “ Well, son,” I’ll reply, “ it’s because the photovoltaic cells in your eyeball are receiving the one wavelength of color that hasn’t been absorbed by the billions of semi-translucent fairies that fly around over our heads, composing the atmosphere and protecting us from frying like eggs in the sun – so start clapping.”

For some reason, that has always been how I have dealt with children. It is not that I am not a fan of the truth, it’s just that I am more a fan of stories. Besides, children will have more than enough time in their lives to bang their heads against stone-hard facts. When it comes right down to it, I personally have spent more quality time in the last few years asking questions than I have goosestepping around with answers – life’s just too mind-boggling for little old me to have figured it out.

I have, however, picked a few principles that I figure are pretty freaking essential to asking questions wisely. The first is Love. I reckon every answer to every question has to be weighed against another question: “Is this lovely?” If even asking a question makes me likely to love somebody (or myself) less, I probably ought to just sit on it.

The second is Awe. Not as in, “awwwe, shucks”, but as in “Holy Rusted Metal, Batman! This Universe is Amazing!” If I am not remembering this, then it is going to be pretty easy to forget my place and waste my time trying to fit elephantine ideas into manageable teacups. Elephants don’t fit in teacups.

The third is hope. I do not want to lose hope. I am not willing to ask questions that kill real hope. Fake hope – that is another story. I will gladly crush someone’s dream if that dream is telling them that “this ship ain’t sinking… they told us at the dock it was unsinkable”.

The fourth is gratitude. I have even less of a rational argument I’d punch you over than for the previous three, but it just seems to me that all this Amazing-Loving-Hopefulness has got to come from somewhere, and I’m glad about it and all full up with a need to say, “Thanks”.
With these principles in mind, I recently talked my way across America, visiting old friends and meeting new ones, asking them questions and hearing little bits of what their thoughts have been as they have been skating around wondering about the thickness of their theological ice. In Wenatchee, Washington, I bit my lip and attended a “worship night” for a college-and-career aged group at a friend’s house.

When the singing was over, a girl started sharing about how she wondered why she couldn’t be spiritually high all the time. I asked her what she thought that would look like, and wondered aloud if maybe it would be neither possible nor pleasant to be “up” all the time. Then I asked the group this question: “what do you think you have to do to have a good relationship with God?” If you are at all familiar with the contemporary protestant north american Christian norm, you will know the sort of answers I got: spend more time reading the Bible, praying, meditating, et cetera. One guy made a bit more of a thoughtful comment and then asked what I was getting at.
“I don’t know”, I replied, “it just seems to me that you don’t have to do anything. That the whole point of Christ, as told in the Bible, is that everything has been done and that you can now breathe a deep sigh of relief and just enjoy the life you have been given.”

I was not trying to argue that an encounter with Truth won’t change a person – I think it will. I was just saying that I think that the real point of Christianity is unmerited Grace, and that you can stop worrying because you aren’t spiritually high enough. When you spend your life chasing a spiritual high you’re running after the wind – life is good enough without an unending spiritual orgasm (which isn’t even possible)! Life is just good, period! Be grateful! Enjoy!

I did not really have a chance to get into all that, because one fella decided to tear a bit of a strip out of me. He wanted to nail me down and get me to admit that I didn’t really mean that I thought you didn’t have to do anything to have a good relationship with God. Then he disagreed with my definition of the word “relationship”. Then he informed me that as one of the older leaders in the group, he was just trying to protect the younger members from heretical ideas, “because he loved them”. I tried to talk to a place of shared opinion with him, but it just didn’t seem to work – everything I said got him more riled up, and before I could even get a word out of my mouth he was shaking his head in disbelief.

Now, I’m not trying to attack the guy here in this forum where he has no chance to defend himself (Okay, maybe I am). After the “discussion” was cut short, I went over to talk to him more one-on-one, because I didn’t want to leave it at that. He was literally shaking all over for about the first ten minutes, but gradually he calmed down and was able to see my point a bit more. I, too, got the impression that, (intellectually at least) he was not really coming at it from too much of a different place than I.

Emotionally, though, he was chomping at the bit. I found out later that he quit the group a few days later. Our “discussion” was not the only reason, but it was certainly the drop that overflowed the glass. In an email he subsequently wrote to the leaders of the group (my friends), he got a bit more vitriolic than he had in our cozy one-on-one in front of the gas fireplace.

The following is most of the bulk of what he wrote in the email he sent to my friends in which he was backing out of being a part of their group. I could probably write a book responding to the different charges he lays against me – heresy being perhaps the most notable – but I think it would be better to just let you read it through and think for yourself. I’ve edited it a little bit (as indicated by the ellipses) for length as well as to remove some of the more personal comments.


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“…the recent meeting where Josh and his wife strongly expressed their view that we ‘don't need to do anything to follow Jesus or be a Christian’,

[not really at all what I said, but a telling interpretation, nonetheless]

and that God loving us alone constitutes a ‘relationship with Him’, regardless of whether we are loving Him back, even if we are ‘spitting in His face’, and the fact that you both agreed with him and were strongly opposed to the Biblical view I was expressing, that relationship is a two-way concept (John Ch. 15, the book of James and most of the Bible), made it very clear just how different our views are. Since two-way relationship with God is the very core of Christianity and without it there is no life or salvation, I see this as an issue that cannot be compromised on…

Though I don't claim to know everything about the Bible (no one can!), I have studied it for around twenty years. So --though I am only human-- when I disagree with something, there is usually a good reason, and I do so as a last resort and only after listening carefully

[oh, is that what happened?]…

In the case of Josh's comments, he was speaking as one who is a teacher of the group and instructing people in doctrine. I listened to him very carefully and waited several minutes to make sure I was hearing him right. I also asked him to clarify, and he and his wife were adamant in their views. He seems like a nice guy, but what he was saying was WAY out of line with the Bible! It would have been good if you both could have… supported me in gently correcting him. As leaders, it is our responsibility to keep a handle on things if someone starts teaching heresy. In any type of spiritual leadership position we are ‘shepherds’. We watch over the flock. I'm not talking about being legalistic or ultra-strict, but simply making sure that someone doesn't go teaching our group things that will lead them away from God.

The ‘do whatever you want, because God still loves you’ heresy is one of the main reasons that the Western Church today is so ineffective and powerless.

[Really? Couldn’t it be, rather, because the Western Church is largely comprised of culturally-absorbed consumer-conformists who are ignoring Christ’s call to care for the widows and orphans in favor of lives of selfish indulgence and smug Phariseeism?]

Thousands are going to hell right at this moment because they believe that they can ‘spit in God's face and still be in relationship with Him’. To tolerate evil in order to bring about more grace from God is a heresy that Paul addresses in Romans 3:7-9… Just to clarify, when we talk about ‘spitting in God's face’ we aren't talking about someone who wants to serve God but is still struggling with sin, we are talking about someone who has no intention of actually following Jesus and thinks they have a ‘get out of hell free card’ to wave in God's face when they die.

[How does he propose to tell the difference? Does anyone even know him or herself that well?]
I have lots of grace for people who struggle, we ALL struggle! No one follows Jesus perfectly, but that doesn't mean we should give up trying--He has provided the strength.

[I don’t get it – is he saying he doesn’t have lots of grace for people who aren’t bothering to struggle? How much does he think we have to struggle to merit his beneficent grace? And who the hejeebee is he to give grace?]

We should not follow because we are trying to satisfy a religious requirement or are afraid of being ‘smited’ by God, but because we love Him and want to be like our ‘Daddy’. God is always infinately close to us, but we need to be close to Him too (James 4:7-9, Acts 17:26-28)...

God bless you,- J…

‘Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up.’ James 4:7-10”


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Now, I could be reading too much into it, but that last little quote seemed a bit pointed. I’m the devil (or in league with him, apparently), and a sinner who needs to purify his heart and grieve, morn and wail before God for my obvious wickedness. There, at least, I can agree with the guy. I am in fact the most grievous of sinners that I know – but how did he manage to extrapolate all that from my assertion that you don’t have to do anything to have God love you? And how could I have missed the fact that I was in the presence of such a divinely insightful man, who could see into my heart and identify things that, to my knowledge, were known only to God?

What I really could not understand, though, was why oh why he was so upset by it? It was just a question, right? I know I pointed at an answer, but it is not like I was saying that my answer was the entire story and that the group should don robes, grow beards (as able) and drink Kool-Aid with me. I was just trying to get a discussion going, and to ask if perhaps some things they may have been taught were maybe missing the mark a bit. Why was one little question so deeply, personally unsettling? Why was the answer I was pointing at so earth-shattering that the guy developed the shakes?

Well, if you know the story of Socrates, you might have a good idea. Socrates was an early Greek philosopher who made points by asking questions and getting people to think their way to some unsettling conclusions. He was really, really good at it – better than me, if you can believe that. While Plato’s description of Socrates’ teachings paints him as a pretty wise, gentle guy, he managed to get people so riled up that they ended up killing him. Why? Well, the official charge was that he was corrupting the youth and encouraging the worship of new gods. The truth, though, was that he made them realize that they did not know as much as they were letting on they did. The whole basis of their authority over other people was being called into question. The power structure they had so meticulously constructed was crumbling to dust. Who cared if he was right… they were about to lose their jobs! So they killed him.

Fortunately, Americans don’t take their philosophy quite so seriously (or do they? hello, war for oil!) or I could have been in some real trouble. I am starting to realize the real danger inherent in some lines of questioning. The question I have to ask is: what if I’m running along pell-mell off a cliff and like some cartoon character I start to ask where the ground went? I could fall! But is life like a cartoon? If I don’t ever look down, will I be able to run all the way to the other side of the canyon? I honestly do not know. I do know that I personally really, really, really like having dirt under my feet (or at least a tree branch).

Nonetheless, I was once a child like Mateo, getting ready to bust out the questions. The only difference between me and some people is that I never really got to a point where I said, “All right. That’s enough. I know enough, and I’m ready to stop asking”. Two nights ago, for instance, I tossed around in bed a while and then got up, grabbed a pencil and some loose-leaf, lined paper and started writing down the following list of questions. Were they worth the lost hour and a half of sleep? It sure felt better to get them written down (at least then I could sleep) but did I transgress my principles of Love, Awe, Hope and Gratitude? You know what, I’m not really sure. I am not sure I should even go ahead and ask you to ask them with me.

Shucks, though… caution is for wimps and commies – let’s go for it! Do me a favor, however – promise me you’ll take each question on its own merit. I know my biases are going to inevitably shine through, but please give each question the benefit of the doubt and pretend that when I was asking them I really, truly was not sure what the answer might be (and probably still amn’t). Ready? Here goes…



I. What’s in a question?

A. Are there any questions that should never be asked?
B. If you don’t ask questions, is it inevitable that you will receive answers anyways?
C. If you are always receiving answers to questions you did not ask, will those answers inevitably be propaganda (an attempt to get others to think your way in the absence of an act of will or questioning mind on their part)?
D. If you feel you know the right answer to a question (like, say, how to tie a square knot or the right way to get starving people to start eating healthier) is it all right to propagandize someone into doing it your way?
E. Is it possible to know if you really know the right answers to questions?
F. Is propagandizing an intrinsic part of fundamentalist thinking?
G. If it is, does that necessarily make it wrong?


II. Why are thinking people turning away in droves from fundamentalist patterns in North America (or why does it seem like they are)?

A. Is it because it is completely bogus, and they’re realizing that?
B. Is it because people always turn away from what people before them believed?
C. Is it because evil forces are at work, and the devil is winning?
D. Is it because the globalization or interconnectivity of everything precludes the isolationist conditions necessary for fundamentalism – for example, regular contact with people who disagree with our worldview humanizes “the other”, making them us?
E. Is it because a steady diet of pluralism in mainstream entertainment is having its inevitable effect on religious thought?
F. Is it the morally neutral result of an inevitable intellectual progression from the conclusions of enlightenment rationalist thinkers?
G. Is there a dialectical progression of human understanding? Are we getting smarter?
H. Is it not really happening, but we’re being tricked by Ted Turner (who is really just trying to gloss over his guilt over a pornography addiction) into thinking it is?

III. Can and should a person maintain a non-pluralist, non-skeptical mindset in a pluralist/skeptical intellectual climate?

A. Is questioning everything worth the brain cells?
B. Is questioning some things worthwhile, and how do I know what is worth questioning and what isn’t?
C. Is pure “not-knowing” possible, or is some amount of rational (and fundamentalist) thought inevitable?
D. Is the pluralist’s claim to know the Truth about there not being any Truth self-defeating and, let’s face it, silly?
E. What can be Known?
F. What should a person attempt to Know?
G. Does it matter what I know, or just how I act?
H. At what point should a person bother to assert to other people that he or she knows something?
I. How loudly should a person assert it?
J. Is armchair philosophy positive? Useless? Harmful?


IV. Does what I believe about God matter?

A. If God is real, but I can never know this with absolute rational certainty (which is the starting point of faith, and probably an intellectual necessity), does it matter what I will rationally accede to?
B. Does it matter if I “know” or just how I act?
C. If I admit intellectually the existence of a God of Love, but don’t actively love others, does the intellectual admission matter?
D. Can I believe in God without loving?
E. Can I love without belief in God?
F. Will I want to?

V. What about Hellfire and Damnation?

A. Is Hell really what I have been taught it is in Sunday school?
B. If it isn’t, why would people misrepresent the Truth?
C. Is it because they don’t know it – are not good enough scholars of the original text – or because it is the inevitable result of any attempt to explain in purely rational terms what is in essence a mystery and an inextricable part of a greater narrative?
D. If I have to do or believe things to be saved from Hellfire and Damnation, what if I am unable to do/believe them because I am ignorant of them or mentally incapable of understanding them?
E. Would a good God who created and/or allowed these conditions (my ignorance or low intelligence) hold me culpable for them?
F. If Paul the Apostle says that nature proclaims the Truth so clearly that people have no excuse for rejecting it, does it follow that people can be saved in a Christian sense without ever hearing the explicit Christian message (like, say, the thousands of people who live and die even today without ever hearing)?
G. If they can be saved, does it follow that someone who has in fact heard an explicit Christian message, but one so distorted by a corrupt church person as to be incomprehensible as the Truth (like, say, a muslim-born person who only hears, “Praise Jesus or Die, you Flea-Bitten Camel-Jockey!”), could such a person reject that lie but still somehow accept the Truth and be saved?
H. Can someone say different words, but mean the same thing?
I. Can someone say the same words, but mean something entirely different?
J. What does it mean to love God?
K. Is it a feeling?
L. Does God still love me if I don’t believe in God?
M. What if I do believe in God, but I don’t love God?
N. If God still loves me if I don’t believe in or love God, why would God ordain that I be thereby tortured forever for it?
O. I know that punishment is sometimes the most loving thing you can do for someone when you want to teach them a lesson, but what lesson do you learn from an ETERNITY of punishment?
P. Is the lesson just for the other people, the ones who said the right things and managed to get away with it?
Q. If punishment is necessary for God to maintain God’s Purity and Justice, then where does Grace fit in? Just every once in a while? When God feels like it? How is that Just?
R. Again, does it matter what I say I believe?
S. Is a Christian culture and language divorced from the culture around it going to be very effective at saying anything Truthful to anyone but those already enveloped and submerged in it?
T. If that culture and language are only something Christians experience in Christian gatherings a few times a week, is it likely that it will mean anything even to them?
U. Can I ask difficult questions like these without endangering my soul’s connection (tenuous at best) to the Truth?

VI. To take it a step further, which of the following questions (if any) can a person ask without getting tossed into a lake of fire, where there is hopeless gnashing of teeth and no air conditioning?

A. What if Paul was a good guy and a great preacher/speaker/spreader of Truth, but that he was also wrong about some stuff (like women needing to cover their heads in church)?
B. If we in our infinite wisdom can discriminate between what Paul wrote that does and doesn’t apply to us (or what in the Torah we can ignore as “merely cultural”), should these writings be included in a cannon that purportedly emanates directly from the mouth of God?
C. If, on the other hand, being True and applicable is not a prerequisite for inclusion in the cannon - if the point of the cannon is rather to tell an overarching, very human story – then what (if any) of the canonical writings can I take as True in a modern, rationalist sense (as in: it is what it is, it means what it says, shut up and eat your crackers and drink your grape juice)?
D. If we must read the Bible in a rigid, unquestioning manner, would it be wiser to condense the cannon to the direct and seemingly literal statements of God in, for example, the ten commandments and Christ’s words at the sermon on the mount?
E. What if having homosexual tenancies is no more unhealthy/wrong/corrupt than treating people of the opposite gender as objects to be used for the stimulation of our genitals?
F. What if judging homosexually-inclined people is far worse than being homosexually inclined?
G. If one church says something is wrong and another church in the same denomination says it is right, why should I believe either of them?
H. What if the reason churches tend to judge and claim they have a monopoly on the Truth is that they don’t have faith in God?
I. If churches are places for being right all the time, instead of places for having faith, why should someone trying to be a person of faith go to church?
J. If intellectual accession to a few theological points is the prerequisite to the reception of Grace, is it still Grace?
K. If the first part of that question is true, how many points must be acceded for it to “stick”?
L. At what point are the intellectual accessions I am willing to make not enough?
M. Do I just need to believe the whole kit-and-kaboodle; and if that is the case, from whom to I get my kit-and-kaboodle?
N. Who decides what it takes for Grace to “stick”? God? Pastors of Dutch Reformed Churches? Seminarians with long beards?
O. If it is God, how will I know the difference between Truths I receive from God, and Truths I or other people are inventing for whatever reason (like, say, a desire to control the truth, or a desire to have a convenient or comfortable lie be True)?

VII. What about the rapists and the gluttons?

A. Does evil exist, or is it just a non-entity, an emptiness in the fabric of Reality that occurs when, through acts of human volition, less than the absolute Good is chosen?
B. Is the absolute Good ever chosen?
C. Is there good and evil in absolutely everything I experience?
D. If a pure and holy God is unapproachable except by Grace (whereby God ignores our evil) and evil (or not-good) is a necessary aspect of the Best Possible Reality (for now) then what happens if in the end (as the Bible asserts) evil is eliminated?
E. Does the Bible say that in the end evil will be eliminated (or just sickness and sorrow)?
F. If evil is necessary now, how can it be that it won’t always be necessary?
G. If evil is not necessary now and God is all-powerful and all-good, then why does evil exist?

VIII. Is Jesus a noun (person, place, thing or sometimes idea)?

A. If Jesus always existed (see John 1:1&so on), did “salvation” pop into existence at the cross?
B. If it did, does that mean the application of Grace before the cross was arbitrary and selective and we should shut up about it and stop questioning the Deity; or does it mean that there was no salvation before Christ, and we should be glad we were lucky enough to be born now?
C. If that is the case, can we really call God good and loving (in the sense we normally mean) without performing some serious mental gymnastics?
D. If it isn’t the case and salvation was universally available before the cross, is our current (modern/protestant/north American) understanding of salvation really grounded in Truth?
E. If our current understanding of salvation isn’t based on the Truth, what is it based on and what does that mean for how we share our understanding of salvation with others?
F. What if the substitutionary atonement of Christ is not a “blood-for-redemption” formula, but rather more “just” a Love Story?
G. What if the whole “God is Three” thing that “Christians” have been killing “Muslims” over (and vice-versa) for millennia is really not intended to be rationally broken down – what if it’s supposed to be experienced as a mystery and left at that?
H. What did Jesus say people had to do to be “saved”?
I. What if salvation is not about saying a “sinner’s prayer” and getting plucked from the jaws of hell, but rather about recognizing an ultimate Reality and gradually being shaped by that realization into alignment with said reality?


IX. To bring this line (or meandering multi-dimensional walkabout) full circle (or burgeoning ellipsis), do our answers to any of these questions matter?

A. If people wallow in these questions their whole lives, are they just a troop of monkeys banging sticks on trees (and each other)?
B. Is it worthwhile to ask these questions?
C. If we don’t ask these questions, do we get the answers we deserve?
D. Are we only asking these questions because as the wealthiest, most leisure-rich people in history, we have far too much time on our hands?
E. Are we dithering around with these questions because we don’t want to do the hard work required to really live and love?
F. Can we do the hard work and ask these sorts of questions at the same time?
G. Is it worth living and loving without asking questions?



I guess that’s the extent of the questions I felt like knocking together at one go. They really never end – each question leads to six more, on and on into forever – so it is legitimate to question whether or not it’s worth my time to bother asking any. Believe me, I am no different from anyone else in that part of me wants there to be easy answers. Part of me would love to stack the Universe and beyond into neatly labeled boxes, sit back in my plush wheeled chair and eat a Popsicle. Another part of me, though (a more annoying, persistent part), doesn’t want to let me be. It says, “Revel in the mystery! Stand in awe at the brink of the unknowing abyss, tossing rocks and hollering for an echo!” In this, it seems to suggest, I might just find the humility that is the prerequisite for giving and receiving Real love.

Questions are not the enemy. Questions imply ignorance and a desire to know. They imply humility, awe, love of Truth and hope that Truth is in some way perceivable.
I am not trying to destroy anything here. I don’t want to blindly accept anything I am told, but neither do I want to waste the work of wiser men, to stand on the shoulders of giants believing I owe them nothing for this fabulous view – doubting that they even exist. I have read and studied the words of many wiser men. But knowledge puffs up, and one thing I know about puffed cereal is that it is full of air. I don’t want to be empty, nutritionless cereal – I’m going for granola.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

questions

I don't know if it's just me, but having a baby makes me feel empty all the time - drained so far as to be bereft of MEness. There is just always so much to do these days, with work at the Olive Garden, shoveling horse turds for the landlords, fixing up vehicles to sell, and doing the multifarious deeds that need to get did before we can do the departure deed. All of this has left me with very little spare time, and lacking in the ability to gather the critical mass of energy necessary to do anything really creative. I haven't written, drawn, or painted in four months. I am, as they say, pooched.

This sensation is undoubtedly more pronounced for Anya, who does not have the benefit of experiencing the small day-to-day accomplishments that indicate we are getting closer to our goal, in two weeks, of leaving behind this province and this country to join once again our warmongering paisanos to the south.

Today and yesterday we have been visiting with family in Oregon, a trip made possible by the generosity of Anya's biological father, who has returned to his hometown for his first visit in eighteen years. This stopgap in this month of hectomania has been a pleasant succession of family chucklefests and facefeasts, but has also given my body the chance to clue into the fact that it has been overworked and underpaid for around four months. Exhaustion sets in, combines with other stuff, and makes me wonder how I'm going to make it across America in a Vanagon with a wife, son, cat, dog and stuff without making this fatigue even worse.

Through it all, I have tended to choose to rejoice, to be grateful for all the goodness in my life. I have been blessed up, brimmed over, and cetera. Still, I think I really ought to pay a little more attention to my body, to the "DETOUR" signposts that in retrospect I can see it has been erecting in the middle of my path.

The other day I was talking to one of my old art teachers about life after I moved, and I caught myself saying, "well, if I ever paint again..." This is a bit perturbing, and has me revisiting the same old "am I really an artist?" ground, wondering if I was really meant to do this, if I'd give it up so lightly. I told a friend recently that having a son has made me feel OK about not making art - about possibly not making art ever again. Is this OK? Is my overinflated ego shriveling, leaving a better, healthier, humbler me? Have I somehow lost my unhealthy identification of action, creation and production with self-worth? Am I now more able to just BE?

I wonder. As in, I WONDER. Because underneath it all, I have this nagging question plucking away at the too-taught strings of my psyche: "is this gonna help me make better art?" and even further down, "will that help me break out into the big-time?" I don't know. Maybe not having time to think is good for me - keeps me away from existential ponderation and onto the practice of participating with the hoi polloi.

Lots of questions.

Monday, March 31, 2008

a new thing

If you've been a longtime aficionado of this site, you know I've occasionally afflicionadoed you with endorsements of various artists - this post is no exception. I absolutely flagellate you towards this link: http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/section?category=videonetwork&videoID=690558582
where you will hear and see josh garrels performing some new music. Great guy, great friend.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

art for sale

On April 19th I will be driving with wife, dog, cat and infant son in a 1993 Eurovan from British Columbia to Waxhaw, North Carolina. To live. Indefinitely. Anything that won't fit in said vain is being left behind.

Ergo, this is your chance to get some of my artwork, cheap. To view the pieces I have left, cut and paste the following address into your web browser...

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=29373&l=636b2&id=525337546

Monday, March 17, 2008

on tipping

Thank you Jebus!

I mean, Jon. Jon of inestimable wisdom and grace, who with great alacrity (if not haste) did fix this website. If I could tip him thirty percent, I would. Unfortunately, when your site generates zero dollars and zero cents, thirty percent is zero, and I'd be too ashamed to mail the envelope.

So let me just celebrate my return to blogging with a meditation on the fine art of tipping, a topic about which I was at one time as ignorant as perhaps you, yourself. Yes, I was that guy who did not even know what the standards of tipping are, or why, and would just approximate a dime and nickel percentage, slap it on the table, and walk away. This sort of ignorance leads to a lot of anxiety and so now, having spent the past five months as a server at a full-service Italian restaurant, I feel qualified to offer a few words on the subject.

First off, you've got to ask why you'd tip at all. You worked hard for your money, didn't you, so why go giving it away to someone who is already getting paid for their work? That's a good question, I guess, but if you're going to count quarters in a restaurant, then perhaps the first question you should ask is... should I be going out to eat at all? I mean, seriously. It will cost you at the very least twice (and probably three times) as much to eat in a full-service restaurant as it would to eat at home. If money is such an issue for you, maybe you shouldn't be wasting it on extravagance.

Still, if you're going to wallow in opulent decadence, here are some justifications for ending your meal with a nice, friendly tip.

While servers do get paid, the most they will make is minimum wage. Here in British Columbia that minimum wage is 8 dollars an hour. In Ontario it is less, and servers there get paid only around four dollars an hour. In the U.S. there are a few States (like Oregon) where servers get paid minimum wage, but in most States the servers get paid HALF minimum wage, which in North Carolina (where I am about to move) is around five dollars - so servers there make around two-fifty an hour. In most other countries around the world, servers make much less than that (so tip well, you penny-pinching arrogant rich tourist @%^&d!), but suffice it to say that an American cannot possibly pay for the minimum of food and shelter on two dollars and fifty cents an hour - especially since the average serving shift is maybe five hours.

Yes, restaurants could pay the servers more, but not only would that up the price of the food (the profit margin is thin in restaurants), you would get worse service - guaranteed. Serving is REALLY hard and stressful, and there are very few people in this world who will strive for excellence in a work situation like that if it doesn't directly affect their income.

So tip. Tip generously. While a lot of servers are just young dumb kids, living at home and spending all that disposable income on booze and two hundred dollar hair appointments, a good number of them are single mothers, or students, or artists just trying to get by. If you can afford to blow money on the luxury of a restaurant meal, you can afford to generously tip.

What's a generous tip? Well, I'll tell you what isn't. Zero dollars is not a generous tip. Zero dollars is only justifiable if your server is obviously, blatantly rude to you. Not leaving her other table and rushing to the snap of your fingers is NOT rude. You are not the king or queen of the universe, and buying a twenty-dollar meal does not give you the right to treat another human being like crap. Even if you do tip her something between zero and ten percent and you are nice to her and you tell her what a good job she did, a dollar fifty does not pay the bills.

Ten percent is a tip you give if your server is obviously harried and running like mad and stressed and isn't really taking good care of you. If stuff goes wrong, but it's not the servers fault and she does her best to make you happy despite this, you should probably still consider tipping her fifteen percent. That's standard, and she's probably having a rough enough time without getting jack-diddly from your seized-shut wallet. Let me repeat, loudly: FIFTEEN PERCENT IS STANDARD for good service.

Twenty percent is a nice tip - if you're buying the cheapest thing on the menu, you should consider leaving this sort of tip. Anything over twenty percent is a really generous tip. Thirty-five percent tips are wicked awesome. Be proud of yourself - no one is cursing your name in the back, or scratching the inside of their nose with the spout of your teapot.

Here are situations where if you don't leave a generous tip, you're really just a big trash can full of poop:

One
: you've been really demanding. This could mean that you've made the server change something about every meal your table orders (extra mushrooms, hold the garlic sauce, substitute penne noodles for linguine... no, wait, make that wheat spagetti... no, wait - do you have the colored tortellini?). This costs the server time and effort in three places: at your table, at the computer entering the bill, and in the back, making sure the kitchen gets it right. It is complicated and your server has got other things to worry about, so be easy on her and if she pulls it off, be really nice. Another way to be demanding is to ask for lots of refills on everything. If there are refills available, it's your prerogative to ask for them - but be nice about it - you are not the only person in your server's world.

Two: you're a camper. When you come to a restaurant, you are paying for a meal - not a place to spend the night. If you want to chat for three hours over a cup of coffee, consider going to a coffee shop. Your server is assigned a specific set of tables, and if you hang out in one of them for twice the usual time, you would do well to tip her twice the usual amount.

Three
: you change your mind about stuff a lot. Don't do this, but if you do it and your server obviously goes out of her way to accommodate you, be generous.

Four: if your table spends seventy dollars on meal and your server runs like a crazy cat to get things done for you, but you have a gift card that brings the bill down to twenty dollars, don't tip out your fifteen or twenty percent on the twenty dollars - that's just pathetic. Or if you're a whiney little punk with an overblown sense of entitlement, and you get a manager out and your meal for free because your chicken's a little tough or you didn't get as much steak sauce as you wanted or your server didn't get you your eighth water refill fast enough, don't think that if you then tip a hefty percentage on zero then you're doing the world a favor and striking a blow for justice. Just because you are a complainer does not mean that your server did not do a good job. Always tip out on the original amount of your bill.

That is just about it. Hopefully I've educated you to a point where you can tip with confidence, dignity and (we hope) generosity. I would like to finish up, however, with one final point: buying a meal in a restaurant does not give you the right to barge into another person's life and tell them what to think or do - tipping them really well just might.

There is a patron of my restaurant who comes in every week, spends up to ninety dollars on a meal for herself and her three children, demands all manner of attention, and then tips around one and a half percent. On the back of her credit card slip she writes the reference for this Bible verse: "for I know the plans I have for you says the Lord: plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future". Then she signs it, "God bless, Mrs. S**** and the girls".

Personally, the first time I served this lady I thought it was funny. I mean, c'mon... "prosper you"?!? The fact remains, though, that to the average server the message she is giving is this: "hey, there. I know you work a difficult minimum wage job and I know I make it even harder than usual, but I've got a tip worth even more than money... God wants to prosper you! Isn't that nice?" It reminds me of the Charlie Brown strip where Charlie and Linus, bundled up in warm winter clothes, see Snoopy shivering on top of his dog house. "Snoopy looks cold", says Charlie Brown. "We should go cheer him up", says Linus. So they walk together over to Snoopy, say "Be of good cheer, Snoopy", and walk away.

Do not eat out in restaurants at all, friend. Save the money and put it into something useful, like starving people. If you need to celebrate something and you absolutely must go out, however, don't be like Charlie Brown, or the inscrutable Mrs. S****.

Tip like you mean it.

Friday, February 15, 2008

doo

Two things I will tell you (or "doo", as the french would say if they'd thought of it). The first is to remind you to read Juanito's blog, so he'll feel good. Also, I love it. Anya makes fun of me, and says Juanito's my hero. But c'mon - he was my highschool neighbor who made mansions of paper when I was five - how can you not worship that?!?

It's: http://ozerik.homeip.net/

Also, there is my book. Did I mention I decided to write a book? Well, I did. It's for Mateo. I'll read you the concept-slash-intro (with my fingers, that is).

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Dear Mateo,

Rudyard Kipling wrote a poem entitled "If" in which he listed a bunch of things for his son to do, concluding that if he did them all, he'd be a man. I love lists. I make lists of things to and not do, Pros and Cons lists for future decisions, and lists to define this, that, and occasionally the other.

But as I reflected on that poem - on all the genuinely manly things proscribed therein - I wondered if perhaps to make such a conditional list is to set the bar too high; to doom one's son to inevitable failure and its attending guilt and self- recrimination. Who could, after all, measure up to such a list? If a boy must do all these things to be a real man, does failing in one make him less real, less a man?

I don't think so. To be a man is also to fail, and although it is cliche to write this, it is what you do with those failures that matters. I made my own list then, my son, not as a standard I require you to attain if you are to measure up, but rather as a letter of love, outlining what my hopes, prayers and dreams are for you as I watch over you in the middle of this night, a month from the day of your birth.

These are my desires, not my achievements, and more often than not are included not because I feel that I have in any significant way attained them, but rather because I hope that you will be spared some of the heartache I bear over the ways in which I have failed in them.

I love you, Mateo; not in some Hollywood string quartet way, but in the real guts and gristle of the everyday, and if time or fate or God or those weasels in the White House should take from me the chance to help you grow to manhood, perhaps this short list will guide whomever has that privilege, and inspire you to the greatness into which you are already born.

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That's it. That's your teaser - it's all you get. The final item will have stories and illustrations and paintings and possibly even glitter. That's all I'll tell you, for real. Go away now.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

sunday

this public service announcement is to inform you that i will be interviewed this sunday about art n' such at Nexus at sometime around six o'clock. for directions to said event, please look at nexuschurch.com

thank you. have a nice day.