Author: Jay the Ent-Larch

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Intersection of Life and History

Every once in a while history and real life collide.

This year marks the 103rd anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.

RMS_Titanic_3Given the number of film and articles written and dispersed over that time, I don’t think I need to retell the story.

What does this have to do with me? My great-grandfather was supposed to be on Titanic as a ship’s printer; that’s right, my great-grandfather was employed by White Star Line. I never knew my great-grandfather, so I’ll never know exactly why he quit instead of jumping at the chance to serve on what was already the most famous ship of its day. But quit he did; he obtained new employment on the banana boats. I know this because of the matchsafe he left behind:

IMG_2355
I do know great-granddad lost friends and colleagues and acquaintances that cold April night; it is only by Divine Providence he did not perish as well.

And while I couldn’t find his immigration records (I forget his first name), here’s the immigration record for my grandpa:

grandpa's passenger record

Oh, and today marks the two-year anniversary of this blog. Happy Anniversary to Me!

anniversary with wordpress

Photography 101: The Gallery

It happens to the best of us: we begin a post, save it as a draft, and then completely forget to publish it. The best laid plans of mice and men, and all that . . . Two weeks ago I’d planned to publish a gallery of my favorite photographs from Photography 101. I’d chosen my pictures, placed them in some semblance of order, and thought everything was taken care of. Imagine my surprise when I checked my drafts to see what was close to being finished so I could publish something today (tomorrow, at the latest) only to see my already-done photo gallery still unpublished and seemingly screaming “Pick Me! Pick Me!”

So, without further ado, here’s a few of my favorite photographs from Photography 101:

Photo101

Teaser Tuesday: The Disappearing Spoon

The gnomes are hard at work crafting brilliant articles and staging stunning photographs.

However, once again the wheel of time has turned to

Teaser TuesdayJust in case you don’t know, Teaser Tuesday is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by A Daily Rhythm. Anyone can play along! All you have to do is grab the book you’re currently reading, open to a random page and share two sentences from that page. But make sure you don’t share any spoilers!*

*I wish I could take credit for this introduction, but I shamelessly stole it from Heather over at bitsnbooks. To help me make amends, you should go check out her blog.

This week I’m reading The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements by Sam Kean. The book is an anecdotal walk through the table of elements, and I knew Mr. Kean was an author who really gets me – as they say – when I read these wonderful lines on page twelve:

Probably the biggest frustration for many 
students was that the people who got the
periodic table, who could really unpack 
how it worked, could pull so many facts
from it with such dweeby nonchalance. 

It was the same irritation color-blind 
people must feel when the fully sighted
find sevens and nines lurking inside
those parti-colored dot diagrams - - 
crucial but hidden information that 
never quite resolves itself into 
coherence.

Huzzah! Recognition of a plight afflicting eight per cent of men – myself included. Hopefully, the book will live up to my now-high expectations.

The Disappearing Spoon

In Retrospect

I gave  Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman five stars. I liken this selection of short stories to a packet of chips – or crisps, if you prefer – in that I sat down to read only one or two only to look up two hours later having devoured the whole thing. Honestly, it is that good. It’s difficult to pick out a favorite line or story, but this one from “How to Talk to Girls at Parties” best sums up my feelings:

You cannot hear a poem without it changing you.

 

Weekend Wandering (4.10/4.11)

I took these pictures while wandering around this weekend.

The local historic site where my wife works had open grounds in connection with a home and garden show, making for some opportunities I hadn’t had before.

Weathervane
Stone Rooster
A Purple Flower
The Garden Path
Down the Lane
Down the Lane (B&W)
Baltimore Bricks
Baltimore Bricks (B&W)
Human Urn
Don’t Blink!
Brick and Iron
Reflection in Glasses
Low Brick Wall
Bricks and Hedge
Tulips
Flowery Angel Wings
Facade
Blacksmith’s Lantern

By the way, if you know what the (purple?) flower is in #3, please let me know!

Lazy Friday Afternoon

IMG_2599I went fishing today.

When I was younger I hated fishing: the monotony of nothing for hours on end punctuated only by the droning of dragonflies and the gently swaying cattails as black bass taunt me from the shallow water a few feet from shore.

This afternoon fishing was just what I needed: the monotony of nothing for hours on end punctuated only by the droning of dragonflies and the gently swaying pampas grass as I cast my line out from the kayak over bluish-grey waters of a North Carolina estuary.

I found that sweet spot where the wind and waves moved me back and forth along a fifty-foot stretch of water – no paddling necessary, except to correct course every now and then.

IMG_2555A heron bobbed twenty feet ahead of me. I wonder now if he knew something I didn’t; otherwise, he’d be diving down into the murky depths for a tasty morsel.

The tide was low, much lower than normal, exposing four feet of muddy riverbank and constantly threatening to beach my craft. I wish I had a camera I could take out on the water.

Eventually I hear a call from upriver – time to head in.

As we stow the gear and put up the canoe and kayak, Father in Law sees a large mouth bass laying up against the bank. “I’m going to catch him,” he says and promptly

casts his line into a tree,

rolls it out onto a stump and

from there down into the water

where the bass strikes immediately.

IMG_2558Some people have all the luck.*

I still had a good afternoon.

For the record, the bass was back in the water and swallowing real insects in a matter of moments.

Misunderstanding Misunderstanding

After several weeks of frivolity with photography, it’s time to post a more serious piece.

Over the past days weeks months years public speech in America has come under intense scrutiny, particularly on college campuses. From my perspective, it appears that certain people operate under the assumption that they have a right not to be offended; if they are offended, then something must be wrong.

The following opinion piece crossed my news feed; I felt compelled to write a rebuttal.

Letter: Mills ’15 and others misunderstand safe spaces

I am greatly disappointed that Walker Mills ’15’s opinion piece “Playing it Safe — Too Safe” falls into the same semantic trap that New York Times contributing opinion writer Judith Shulevitz and many other generational pundits have been making in recent editorial comments across news outlets. The current rally that generational pundits make against me and my peers in college today is that we have forsaken freedom of speech and multiple view points for “comfort.” What does this word “comfort” even mean? I’m afraid that it is a product of jargon that is too easily mistranslated by these opinion columnists hoping to pass a deadline.

Logical Fallacy: Strawman

What does “comfort” mean, you ask? Well, according to the American Heritage College Dictionary:

com·fort (kŭm•fərt)

tr.v. com·fort·ed, com·fort·ing, com·forts

1. To soothe in time of affliction or distress.
2. To ease physically; relieve: comforted the feverish patient with a cool cloth.

n.

1.

a. A condition or feeling of pleasurable physical ease or relief from pain or stress: finally sat in comfort on the soft pillows.
b. A condition of well-being, contentment, and security: an income that allowed them to live in comfort.

2.

a. Solace or consolation in time of sorrow or distress: soothing words of comfort.
b. Help; assistance: gave comfort to the enemy.

3.

a. Something providing ease, convenience, or security: the comforts of modern living.
b. A person or thing that brings consolation or mental ease: a friend who was a comfort to me in my grief.
4. Chiefly Southern & Lower Northern US A quilted bedcover; a comforter.

Therefore, when you say you want to be comfortable, I take it you want to be at ease, strengthened in your own beliefs, and soothed in spirit.

Fair warning: none of these should be demanded – let alone accepted or expected – in debate. It is the nature of debate to challenge our innermost beliefs and heartfelt desires. Otherwise, what is the purpose? This argument reminds me of this utterly absurd cartoon, claiming that using dictionary definitions in debate is akin to arguing from a position of privilege and power.

If they delved with any honest intent into the vast discourse of social justice, they would see how far from the mark they really are.

Logical Fallacy: Fallacy Fallacy; smacks of Ad Hominem

What is this “vast discourse” other than a reiteration of the 1970s “Stick it to the man”? There is no understanding of the past; the past is invalid because anyone older than your own generation “doesn’t understand society today.”

To begin, when students claim a lecture or event is “uncomfortable,” it’s not because the chair cushion is sagging. Nor is it because we simply don’t like the ideas being touted before us. It is because the speakers promoting these ideas do not display an effort to be inclusive in their thoughts.

Logical Fallacy: Genetic

Remember: Don’t kill the messenger!

A speaker’s language may not recognize the differences in gender identity or expression, and thus speak in ways that exclude and marginalize certain groups. Their arguments may not acknowledge the position of power they inherently have when making certain claims. The solutions they offer to whatever discussion at hand many not consider the long history of injustice performed against people of color.

Logical Fallacy: Burden of Proof, Personal Incredulity

One cannot claim the moral high ground while also advocating moral equivalency.

Or, to put it another way, you can’t have your cake and eat it, too.

Take note: not every word, thought, and action is an attempt to keep and save power.

These examples may seem vague, but I am trying to generalize a range of possible situations that have caused dismay across college campuses. To outside observers, make no mistake, these problems are not analogous to me sitting on an uncomfortable lumpy mattress.

Logical Fallacy: Anecdotal

Based on your own argument, you imply that everyone who doesn’t think like you think they should think is an ignorant, bigoted megalomaniac. How is that inclusive?

When I say your argument makes me uncomfortable, it is because I am greatly concerned that you have not done the requisite thought and research into generating an inclusive thesis that considers as many nuances as necessary to deliver a sound debate.

Logical Fallacy: Fallacy Fallacy; hints of Burden of Proof

Perhaps one considers those nuances and rejects them. What then?

Why should a thesis be inclusive? It is the very nature of hypotheses and theses to be divisive!

If you do not believe that skin color, age, religious identity, sexuality, class or (dis)ability have an effect in cultural, political or economic problems that we debate at universities, then it is you who is trying to remain comfortable despite such frightening realities. In this sense, being uncomfortable is the strongest form of rhetoric that our millennial generation wields in the struggle against all forms of oppression.

Joseph DiZoglio ’15

Logical Fallacy: Appeal to Emotion, Ad Hominem

I can “believe that skin color, age, religious identity, sexuality, class or (dis)ability have an effect in cultural, political or economic problems that we debate at universities” and still disagree with you or make you feel uncomfortable!

Again, that is the very nature of debate.

Ultimately, this piece is built on the logical fallacies of Ad Hominem, Tu Quoque, and Personal Incredulity.

I would direct the author to read Beatty’s Speech from Fahrenheit 451.

What do you think? Am I off the mark? Is there something I’m missing?

Let me know in the comments!

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