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The Tragedy
They are having a discussion about the theological implications of the death toll of the tsumani and of natural disasters. An Opinion Journal article kicked off the discussion.

The theological question hadn't occurred to me ... life is a tragedy, not a comedy. There are comic moments, but there are no happy endings. We all die. We are warned repeatedly that the end may come for us like a thief in the night, to be on guard at all times, and to take nothing for granted.

Perhaps it's just the severe Protestant in me, but I don't think that we're entitled to tomorrow. Today is a gift. Yesterday was a gift. And tomorrow, if we're here, will be a gift.

Praise God.
Happy New Year Everyone!
Signing out of here for the weekend.

Thanks to God for granting us another revolution around the sun!

Pax Christi.

Bill
Res ipsa loquitur
Look, I'm just a dumb writer who went to a dumb ole diocesan college and was taught by dumb ole diocesan priests. They didn't learn me no real Latin. I just picked up what I remembered from Law & Order.
Change in Comment Policy
Last September, in response to massive amounts of comment spam and a small troll problem (small problem, not small troll), I required registration for comments.

In honor of the new year, I am declaring a fresh start. There will be no comment accounts required. Guests, strangers and merely the strange may post.

This policy will be in effect unless there are further problems — either trolls or spam or both.

To those of you who registered, thank you. If there are more problems, you will be able to continue posting with no problem because you have already registered.


UPDATE: Chris says registration has other benefits, such as "guaranteeing that people can't post with your name." So you may want to consider registering anyway.

An erotics of art?
Susan Sontag passes into the next world and no doubt now has to do the ultimate dissertation defense: Explain herself clearly before a panel of distinguished writers from human history. For Sontag, let's make it Catullus, Thomas Aquinas and Willa Cather.

Catullus: I laughed, Susan. I laughed.

Willa Cather: Some beautiful moments. But too much form.

Catullus: Erotics of art? Ha! I wrote 'a cock that big ... and it spouts!' And you want to talk about the erotics of art.

Willa Cather: What Mr. Catullus means to say is ...

Catullus [in mock wise-guy voice]: I got your erotics of art right here. [Does package check.]

Thomas Aquinas: Are we done here? I'm to meet Aristotle and Virgil at 4 in the old Virtuous pagans circle.

Catullus and Willa Cather [rolling eyes]: Fine, we're done here. Best of luck, Susan.

Susan Sontag: Do I get to defend?

Thomas Aquinas: You did. The thing stands for itself. Res ipsa loquitur. It is finished. [All three titter.] Your crime is being too pleased with your cleverness and you are sentenced to an eternity in the old New Yorker offices with the cleverest unsaved writers of all time.

Susan Sontag: What's wrong with that? I can't wait to meet Dorothy Parker.

Thomas Aquinas: You've read No Exit, right?

Susan Sontag: Of course.

Thomas Aquinas: It'll be like that, but at the New Yorker. With no new material.

Catullus and Willa Cather shudder.

Exit all to the tune of "Whistle While You Work."


Good writing
Is it performance or is it communication?



Another trip to the Pet Shop
All sorts of weird dogs. There were puggles -- pug / beagle mixes. There was also a big pen with a rottweiler, a Rhodesian ridgeback and a German Shepherd. The ridgeback and the rottweiler were making a lot of fuss. The German Shepherd was sleeping and ignoring the contests, as if to say, hey, when you guys finish fighting it out, then I'll remind you why my brothers are cops.
Funny
Parkway Rest Stop's got a good joke here. I hadn't heard it before either.


Numinous Queers and the Semiotics of Elite Approval
Here's a half dollar if you dare
Double twist when you hit the air,
Look at Julie down below,
The levee doin' the do-pas-o.


Over at National Review's The Corner there is a half-serious debate about modernism and post-modernism. That used to be a big topic in the IndustrialBlog household. Took me a long time to get it, and when I got it it stayed got. So if you're one of the college students who tunes in here from time to time and you really want to know the difference between pre-modernism, modernism and postmodernism, let me help you. While there are epistemelogical considerations that I can't get into because that's the topic of a book I'm editing [allegedly], and I suppose you could actually think about modernism and postmodernism by reading modern and postmodern literature, but all that will confuse you.

Modernism and postmodernism are worldviews characteristic of certain time periods, and the biggest change during these time periods is technology.

So here's your answer:

Modernism = electricity. Postmodernism = television.

With the Internet and blogging, we have now left behind both modernism and postmodernism and are entering a new era, which is sort of an open source method of communication. Call it the age of the hypertext and the death of the individual author, or better, democratic dialectic.

There's another era following this one and following quickly, too. That one involves biological and genetic engineering we've been discussing here and there.

It seems historical centuries are down to 30 years now. Things are changing. Changes that took a hundred years now take a few decades.

That's the way it's been in town,
Ever since they tore the jukebox down.
Two bit piece don't buy no more,
Not so much as it done before.


I remember watching a movie with Nicholas Cage called Family Man. In the opening scene we seen that Cage's character is a driven, successful businessman. This left the screenwriter a dilemma: A driven, successful businessman is a villain in the movies. How to cue that Cage is not a bad guy, just a guy who is mistaken but fundamentally has a good heart?

Well, in the semiotics of Hollywood, that is, the language of symbols used to signify specific things, the easiest way to show someone is a good guy is to have a black person like him. I forgot who came up with the term, "Numinous Negro," but that's the idea. In the symbolic language, blacks are wise, specifically, folk-wise, and thus an approval by blacks signifies to the audience that the character is "one of us" who has just gotten lost.

This brings me to Billy Madison. Now I'm agnostic on Adam Sandler ... well, I lean toward not liking him. But what I saw with Billy Madison is that to signify that Billy Madison was a good guy, they showed him fully accepting childhood friends who were now gay.

There's a bit of a preachy scene where one of Billy's friends sees the other two friends kissing and says something to the effect that he's still icked out, even though he accepts that the friends are gay. Not Billy. He's not even slightly icked out and even gives a short speech on how nothing's changed just because the two friends are now gay.

Now, regardless of where you stand on that issue, the important this is the semiotic — Hollywood has drawn a line in the sand. The semiotic of good-guy-dom is not to be even uncomfortable with public displays of affection among homosexuals. In fact, the scene was written to ick out the audience so that Billy would be scene as even more tolerant than, well, you. Thus, it's preachy.

Don't hang your head, let the two time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show.


Thus, according to Hollywood screenwriter semiotics, the way to tell a good person from a bad one is the degree to which they fail to distinguish between heterosexual and homosexual relationships.

That is, no distinction is a sign of right thinking and thus foreshadows good things for our hero in the end. So we have a semiotic of numinous queers replacing the numinous negroes. And I believe the screenwriters are moving for a semiotic that implies a strong connection between the two — drawing an analogy between blacks' struggle for civil rights and homosexuals' struggle for ... whatever. To me, the comparison to me is obscene. But that doesn't mean I thought Billy Madison was a bad guy. Maybe I'm just a last-century guy (that is, the last decade) and my morality has already hit its expiration date. At least, hit its expiration date according to popular semiotics. I sure feel out of step sometimes.

I say row Jimmy row, gonna get there I don't know
Seems a common way to go, get out and row, row, row, row, row.



Back to work ...
Good thing I like my job. Otherwise, I'd be unhappy to go to work.

That said, I really need to take some time off. I probably should plan something for mid-January.

Yesterday there were seven hits for a google search of "industrialblog". What's that all about? Mebbe it's people who usually search for me at work searching for me at home.

If you have off, enjoy the week. You've earned a rest.

Pax Christi during this holiday season to all.