First, a video I saw on Kurt Sutter's blog:
I think it's instructive to watch, especially in light of yesterday being National Coming Out Day. So many people I read yesterday posted something along the lines of coming out because they like members of the opposite sex. This is not being supportive. This is not being a good ally. It's being a douche. Why, you ask? because of privilege. You're taking the voice of someone marginalized in our society, whose voice might not be heard. Congrats!
See, privilege is an insidious thing because while you have it, you don't know it's there. I can hit on a guy in a bar and not worry about being killed for it. I can tell my parents I like men, and not be kicked out of the house, shunned, or otherwise expelled from whatever support structure they offer. I'm free to marry the person I love with all the legal protections that come from it. And I'm certainly not going to be shunned or expelled from my denomination, should it become known that I'm attracted to men.
Don't believe me that it's happening in the Catholic Church? Go read this article. Go ahead. I'll sit here and wait.
Here's one thing you should take away from that article: twelve of Corcoran's parishioners went to the bishop. They didn't go to the parish priest, who could've diffused the situation. They went straight to the head of the diocese. Also, they went to the bishop with nothing more than rumor. Even if they had conclusive proof, what those twelve parishioners did was nothing more than a witch hunt.
If you can stomach to read further in, it's mentioned that being an altar server isn't a right, but a privilege. I'd agree with that, but I'd also like to point out the sentence where the one parishioner quoted says that gays and lesbians aren't supposed to be involved in the liturgy. I wonder if the person who said that realizes that we've got at least two thousand years' worth of Church history behind us. I'm willing to bet good money that a not insignificant amount of popes, priests, religious, saints, and martyrs have been gay/lesbian. And that's not counting all the countless people not recorded who lived and died for our faith.
You know how in the video Wise discusses how the white people in the district next to the 9th Ward blamed everything on those who lived in the 9th Ward? That's happening in the RCC right now. Look at what fingers get pointed where. Who got blamed for the sexual abuse crisis? I'll give you a hint: it's not the same group of people described in the research done by independent groups about pedophilia. Instead of whiteness, you've got sexual orientation being thrown around.
Divide and conquer. We don't need other groups imposing it on us. We're doing it just fine on our own.
Monday, October 12, 2009
On trying to be a good ally
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Monday, August 31, 2009
A school for the Lord's service...in Azeroth?
And first of all, whatever good work you begin to do, beg of Him with most earnest prayer to perfect it, that He who has now deigned to count us among His children
may not at any time be grieved by our evil deeds. (Rule of St. Benedict, Prologue)
So for the past year or so I've been playing World of Warcraft. I resisted it for ages, pointing out how it had borrowed a number of things from other games and pointing at its perceived flaws. I'm not sure why, but one day I asked my fiancé if I could make a character on his account to try it out. A few months later, I was level 80 and regularly raiding with a guild.
A year later, I'm still playing and an officer in the guild, and during that year I've learned a number of things about intentional community and my own understanding of the Rule of St. Benedict. Our guild--as Sr. Susan over at Musings of a Discerning Woman--so aptly pointed out was formed via social action.
I was hesitant to join a guild, a group of players who comes together to do certain content that can't be done alone. So on a lark, I joined a "casual" guild, one that's comprised of people who aren't hardcore raiders, but are more in a guild for the bank space, social interaction, and help when they need it. I got to know a group of people, and we'd wind up grouping together more often than not. Soon, though, it came out that the Guild Master created the guild only to harbor gold farmers. One officer in that guild called the GM on it, and he booted her. A group of us left en masse as a protest. (Please do go read the article. Gold farming may seem innocent enough, but it is sweatshop labor, and it was something we weren't going to support.)
Suddenly I found myself as a founding member of a guild, and an officer at that. I knew two things: I had no clue what it meant to be an officer, and I certainly didn't feel worthy. But that action that created our guild--a concern for the ethics of what we do--has carried over into how we run the guild and play the game.
Time and time again, I'm reminded that there are people behind the characters. It can be in the life details: our GM has been out of work since December. Another guildie's child broke an arm. Another guildie's been sick with the flu. Someone else became a new parent. But it's also in the interactions: I may not agree with the decisions of the Guild Master, but, ultimately, he's in charge. After a time I've come to understand his decisions, and it's helped me understand obedience in a way that a lot of commentaries on the Rule of St. Benedict don't: fundamentally, obedience is lovingly listening to another, even when you think that other person is wrong, crazy, or being a jerk.
It's also in letting that nice piece of loot go, when someone else needs it more than you. Sure, pixelated goodies don't mean anything in the long run, but realizing you aren't the center of the universe does mean a lot to the other person. The founding message of our guild was that the people behind the screen matter. What we do, we realize that we can't do alone, and that we're all in this together.
Next up: what I learned about the penal code.
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Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Dehumanization of online media
I'm sure everyone has heard or read the comments made by the Archbishop of Westminster, Vincent Nichols, about facebook. If not, it's worth a read. Go ahead and take a gander, if you haven't. And, yes, irony not intended that I'm blogging about his comments.
I think he's right to be wary about some of the community springing up from online media, as we've all seen. But while he makes valid points, I don't think he's got the full story, either. Granted, my view is a bit skewed towards Catholicism in the US.
So once upon a time, you've got a group of people who're disenchanted with some of the things happening after Vatican II. For whatever reason, these people were happier with the extraordinary form of the Mass, traditionally-designed architecture, and all the aesthetics that came with it. In the changes, they saw a lot of other things--Eucharistic piety and devotion, for instance--getting lost or thrown out altogether. A lot of the time, these people's voices weren't heard.
So enter 1993 and the internet. As technology became faster, cheaper, and more available, people got online more. It became easier to find people who thought like you, and so these people connected with others who had been disenchanted by the Church in the 1970's and 1980's. (No matter where you fall on the spectrum, you have to admit that there were some atrocious things that came out of those decades.) Suddenly a group of people who had no voice were heard and found others like them.
Fast forward ten to fifteen years later, and you've got the situation we're in. Neither side is speaking to the other, and neither is willing to budge. I can't say I disagree with some of what the traditionalists want (especially when aesthetics and the liturgy are concerned.) That having been said, I think both sides are falling into the trap that Nichols discusses.
Real question is: how do we fix this situation?
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Saturday, July 04, 2009
The Power of Nightmares
So I've been way burnt on blogging the past few months. Just haven't had anything interesting to say, honestly.
Tonight I watched the first part of "The Power of Nightmares," a three-part documentary that originally aired on BBC2. The first part describes the rise of neo-conservatism from the philosophy of Leo Strauss and the rise of Islamic fundamentalism around Sayyid Qutb. The neo-conservatives knew to keep power they needed some sort of crisis. In Ford's administration, it was the Cold War. Since the real information out of the CIA showed that the Soviet Union was rapidly falling into economic collapse, information was manufactured. Who was behind all of this? Cheney, Rumsfeld, and Wolfowitz.
Qutb was an Egyptian schoolteacher, who was studying over here. He saw Truman's America as corrupt and degenerate. So when he went back, he saw the same influence creeping into Muslim society. His take on things influenced the growing Islamic Jihad. What I found interesting--in the Chinese proverb sense of the term--was that his thought said it was okay to kill the leaders of the government, because they weren't "real" Muslims.
What does that sound like today?
Turn on EWTN. You'll hear talking head after talking head opine about how it's okay to deny communion to those who aren't "real" Catholics. It's fine to disparage them in all sorts of ways because they aren't "real."
And, to be fair, the other side does it too. Have you heard some of the vitriol spewed at those who prefer the extraordinary form of the Mass?
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Divisions
So a comment made over at Sr. Susan's blog got me thinking about divisions. The poster made mention of the racism and hostility at one parish, and it certainly echoed my experiences. While my family does have a lot of Irish in it, the Catholics are mostly Italian, and, yeah, they do hold a lot of ugly stereotypes about Irish-Americans now. Now, my Italian family came over before WWII, so these are long-held ideas about other people. And you should hear what they think about the Polish. (In Chicago, they're a substantial group.)
Now, granted, my family isn't going to be winning any awards for progressive thinking, but I have to wonder if the recent troubles in the RCC are due to old fractures that just aren't getting dealt with.
For instance, if you have the Italians that don't like the Irish, the Irish not liking the Italians, and both not liking the Polish, then that's a sign of a bigger problem. Now? You've got Republicans not liking Democrats, pro-life against pro-choice, and God knows what other divisions are happening.
A friend of mine was active in the Catholic Worker movement, and she mentioned that such divisions happened in her day, but that at the end of it, everyone saw each other as Catholic and part of the same Church. Somewhere between then and now we've lost that. Real question is: how do we get it back?
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Some New Ground Rules
Still here. Busy. Not really feeling like blogging much.
Along with that, I guess I'm burnt on polarization, and I don't see it getting much better. I'm tired that one side thinks I'm suspect because I don't express the appropriate amount of self-loathing, and that the other side thinks I'm not Catholic enough. I'm tired of people bringing their issues, pinning them on me, and demanding I do something about it. If you're angry that your parents dragged you to Mass all those years ago, I'm not your damn therapist. If you can't understand that the Catholic Church is a diverse place full of different viewpoints, then this blog isn't for you.
I guess I'm tired when people find that I'm not one of "those" Catholics, and proceed to bash the Church in front of me. When I call them on it, they're all bent out of shape, insisting that I should agree with them. Look, if I didn't love the RCC, would I really put up with all the bullshit of the past eight years? If I didn't believe the dogmas (look them up, there aren't many) and the Nicene Creed, would I really stick around?
On the liturgy: What we bring to it should be the best. Can you really point to most of the music written in the past 50 years and say it's the best we can do? There was a history of the Church sponsoring the arts to add beauty to the liturgy. Now? When's the last time your parish had a Mass composed? Does this mean going back to an earlier form? I don't know. It can't hurt to be inspired by it.
On politics: Does my faith influence my voting? You bet it does. Did I vote the way I did because of my faith? Certainly. Does it mean anything other than that? Nope. Is it anyone else's business? We have a secret ballot in this country for a reason.
There are certain topics I'm not going to discuss. It's not that I don't have opinions on them, but it's that discussions of those topics rarely lead anywhere good. Nor do they really help people. We all know what these topics are. If you bring them up and they aren't relevant, or bring them up to start a fight, I'm going to block you from commenting. Don't like it? Get your own blog.
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Monday, April 20, 2009
Jack's new IP: 98.178.151.160
I really hope he does start with threatening emails, because ISP's can and will take action. FYI, if he does start harassing you via email again, save every email you get with complete header information.
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Saturday, March 21, 2009
The big elephant in the parish hall
http://notredamescandal.com/
So Obama is going to give the commencement address at Notre Dame. I wonder what percentage of sites like that and the protest around it are actually fueled by unspoken racism of the scary black man over his policies on anything. I don't see Joe Biden getting the same level of hysteria.
Maybe it's my perspective post-civil rights movement, but I don't see the average parish as an overly inclusive place. LA and TX are bit better in some respects, but there's an awful lot of segregation between English and Spanish-speaking Masses. On some feast days at my parish in LA, they'd do a mix of both, which worked really well. But there would be those in the pews who'd bitch about "them" not going to "their" Mass. I think our parish doesn't have Spanish-language Masses, because there just isn't much call for them in North Seattle. Now is kind of a strange time after Fr. Tom's death, but we've always had at least one priest, who's fluent in Spanish.
can't speak for everyone's parish, but aside from one or two families, there just aren't that many PoC at my parish.
I could understand not liking Obama's policies and engendering some sort of discussion on those issues. That's a totally valid disagreement. But a lot of the anti-Obama rhetoric is getting rather personal, which isn't a valid critique of the guy. It's hinting at the big elephant in the middle of the room, which is that the average US Catholic parish isn't overly diverse and has never had to grapple with issues of race like other denominations. (Or so I'm going out on a limb to say.)
don't believe me? how many PoC do you see on EWTN, for instance, on their 'prime time' lineup? how about at EWTN's Masses?
Sorry for the crosspost between blogs, but I think this is an important issue that isn't being discussed.
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
From a friend on LJ. I don't know whether to be amused or disturbed by this:
I don't think that song means what he thinks...
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Saturday, February 28, 2009
Haloscan problems appear to have resolved. I wasn't banning anyone who shouldn't already have been banned. I'm really busy in thesis land, so I may disappear for awhile.
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Sunday, February 22, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Do Android Trolls Dream of Electric Bridges?
Guys, I think everyone's favorite troll is a bot. Jeff, do you have that bit of robot, webcrawler, and bot blocking text in your header? I put it in, and he doesn't seem to come around. (That and I've got him banned from commenting in haloscan.) How many of you have it in your header? I was getting hits from him, but haven't, once I fixed a problem with the header. (I mis-typed something.)
He acts a lot like one of those AIM sex bots. I mean, think about it. once you get to a certain point in the conversation, if you keep responding, he'll respond with something completely off topic, but a previous topic of conversation. It doesn't matter what you respond with, so long as certain phrases are there, he'll respond with a set (pre-programmed?) response. But if you get to something that breaks the query/response loop, you'll get gibberish, like it's some sort of parse error.
For instance, Eliza. Here's another interesting article from Salon. (Would seem to contradict my theory, since humans don't always pass the Turing test.)
University of Tulsa does have some people doing AI at it. I could see some grad student getting ahold of the book our favorite troll supposedly wrote for a couple of bucks and using that to set up certain facts about the bot's "life." Eliza's decades old, and I know advances have been made in the field.
Then again it would be more likely (and more ethical) to have a bot you wouldn't notice. It responds appropriately to threads, and goes on its merry way without leaving a shitstorm in its wake. Unless it is learning from analysis of threads. The internet's a nasty place, so I could see any AI loose on it going psycho.
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Clerical geeks
Okay, so Maria and I got talking on someone else's LJ about clergy who game. I know some people lurk on my blog, and I'm wondering how well the Catholic Church is represented in Azeroth. So come on, priests and religious who lurk here. Time to fess up. Alliance or Horde? I can completely understand not mentioning servers.
Other gaming is fair game (pardon the pun), as well. I think I remember hearing on a podcast that Fr. Roderick of the Daily Breakfast podcasts played Lord of the Rings Online.
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Tuesday, February 03, 2009
PSA time. For those of you using IE, consider using Safari (available for windows) or Firefox. 25% of you are still using IE6. Please upgrade, if you have to use IE. I'd heartily recommend Firefox with NoScript, a plugin that blocks javascript. Considering some of the really nasty security breaches with Safari, I'd consider using Firefox on OS X, as well.
Here's another PSA that follows up on my main post. If you don't know about Facebook's beacon, you might want to read up on it and opt out, if you care about privacy. Also consider downloading the add-on BlockSite and putting this entry in your blocked sites: http://*facebook.com/beacon/ Of course, this works, if you're using Firefox. Now back to your regularly scheduled blog posting.
I'm feeling caught between worlds again.
As a lot of my "regulars" know, I'm on Facebook. On the one hand, it's a nice portal to the outside world. I can fire off something quick there that I can't really do here. It's also a good way to keep in touch with some people. Since I switched to my real name, a lot of people from elementary through high school have found me. Some of them I don't particularly mind, and it's been good to catch up. Others? I have to wonder if they really think I'm going to friend them back, after they were awful to me.
That, aside, I'm not in the same place as I was back then. Jokingly, I've started a FAQ. But there's something deeper about it all. I feel as if I'm forced back into the place I was back then, and it's not a comfortable place to be. I've moved on. Maybe the facebook people have moved on, as well.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
Day 4
Accidentally deleted the last one. I got a bit behind, because I was busy...but while I'm waiting for my rice to cook (curry), I'm doing Day 4.
Today's thing to squee over: the whole confession thing.
And as to why it's something to squee over, I'd like to share the story of my first confession. I was in 2nd grade. This was when I was having problems in school, and my teacher had discovered that the reason why I was having problems in school was because I was horribly bored. I loved my second grade teacher. But there were still problems. One such problem happened, and (as is wont to happen), my parents found out about it. Now, in hindsight, it wasn't a big deal, and my teacher wasn't overly bothered about it. But my parents (who weren't winning any parenting awards), raked me over the coals for it. Like I still have nightmares about that "discussion." Every time thereafter when I'd annoy them or do something wrong, they'd bring it up.
So when it was time for our first confessions, I was scared. Now, forgiveness isn't a concept that exists in abusive families. There's nothing that you can ever to do mitigate the consequences of your actions. You are always at fault, no matter what. Love is also conditional upon how good you are. When I had to tell my parents what I had done, it was literally hell on earth.
So when it was my time, I was terrified, and I confessed that incident. I remember crying, when the priest asked if I were sorry. I remember him telling me that God still loved me, which made me cry all the more.
After that day, my parents never mentioned that incident. I never told them what I confessed, either. I don't remember the priest's name, but I wonder if he ever knew what a grace I'd received.
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Friday, January 23, 2009
30 Days of Squee, Day 1
So I'm really not feeling the blogging thing. It seems like the blogosphere is dominated by those who shout the loudest, and I'm really not interested in trolls. That having been said, I'm declaring a month-long ban on polemics in my blog. I'll save the bitching for my LJ, and I'm ruthlessly deleting comments that bitch on my blog. Y'all have your own blogs you can bitch on for a month.
That having been said, I'm going to do a "30 days of squee." In other words, each day I'm going to post something that keeps me coming back to the RCC through all the bullshit.
Day 1: There are people like Fr. Tom in the RCC. I know my LJ is probably tired of him by now, but I've never met a more saintly, wonderful person. He lost his battle with cancer yesterday, and although it's sad, I can't help but be happy that I knew him, however brief. I think either this picture or this one sums up how a lot of people remember him.
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
http://www.commonwealmagazine.org/article.php3?id_article=2417
Everyone's probably already seen this, but there's some good stuff in there. (If you can stand Yet Another Post about the last presidential election.) Like:
A hate-filled blogosphere, on the other hand, feeds a politics of odium, misleading people of faith and good will, diminishing and at times obliterating our ability to know one another. Our faith urges us to presume the stranger is kind, and to seek out opportunities to manifest love of neighbor.
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