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Deflection

My father and I were joking about the smoothness with which some people deflect questions. He'd been telling me about a webinar he'd heard where a diplomat seamlessly bypassed someone's question. Of course I do the same, he quipped, which is perhaps true - though it's sometimes in service of providing an answer fuller than the questioner anticipated. So I pointed out the best deflection I'd recently encountered, in a book we're both reading, Robert Macfarlane's Underland: A Deep Time Journey. 

Intrepid explorer and poet Macfarlane is talking with an ice-core scientist at the British Antarctic Survey named Robert Mulvaney, who helped produce ice cores gong back 120,000 years and is hoping to find ice a million or more years old (both in Antarctica). 'There's a climate puzzle that on one has been able to solve," Mulvaney tells Macfarlane. "Around one million years ago, the climate flips its periodicity from a 40,000-year frequency to a 100,000-year frequency. Why? No one knows. And if we can't explain that about the climate, how can we claim to know anything?" Macfarlane's report of the conversation concludes:

   Before I leave I ask Mulvaney a last question ... 

   'Does working in spans of time as great as those you inhabit - 100,000 years, a million years - make the human present, our hours, our minutes, seem somehow brighter and more true, or does it crush them to irrelevance?'

   He thinks for a few minutes.

   'Sometimes I hold a piece of rock and a piece of ice in my hand,' he says. 'Both have come from far under the surface, both carry messages from pre-human history. But in ten minutes' time the ice will have vanished, while the rock will still be here.'

   Pause.

   'This is why ice is exciting to me and rock is not. This is why I'm a glaciologist and not a geologist. Ice still thrills me with its durability and its perishability, even after all these years and all this core.'

(W. W. Norton, 2019), 352-3

Incubator

It looks like an alien invasion! The hillside on the north end of Torrey Pines State Natural Reserve is covered with little blue tubes. Each houses a Torrey Pines seedling, keeping animals from munching them and apparently each generating a congenial microclimate, too. These measures are necessary because the bark beetles have laid waste to the copse which used to hug this hill: you can see the skeletons.

Inside story

My parents' rubber tree is a marvel of red and green and gold, inside and outside, secrets and revelations

Harmonized

And so ends another of my courses for the International Summer School of Renmin University of China. I managed to teach there twice in person, and this makes a second time virtually. (The 2020 summer school was canceled because of Covid.) This year's topic, like last year's, was "Anthropocene Humanities," and, like last year, I divided the class into groups to get them thinking together - but also to break up our eight crushing 3.5 hour sessions. For four of the sessions I devoted 1.5 hours to meeting with the groups one by one, as other groups finished a project, which gave each student a chance to introduce themselves and ask me deep and broad questions. 

Levels of English proficiency varied, in a good number of cases because the students were enrolled in what one student revealingly called the "Sino-Franch Institute" in Suzhou. After two years of intensive French, they told me sheepishly (and sometimes with adorable French accents), they'd forgotten much of the English they'd known in high school. Others were nearly fluent, but the most mellifluous pronunciation came from the one student from the school of arts performance, who owned that her English wasn't very good and that she had used translation software on the assigned readings, "and also for this self-introduction." I appreciated her candor!

These slides are taken from the second-to-last group assignment, in a session called "Chinese remedies for the Anthropocene." They had 45 minutes to produce a five-minute presentation suitable for American students who'd read all the same texts they had (perhaps without the benefit of translation software!), and I was pleased that only one (above) explicitly highlit the government's "ecological civilization" prerogative - though most jibed with its claim that there's a single coherent Chinese worldview from time immemorial which somehow incorporates Confucianism and Daoism and finds its consummation in New China. A welcome exception came from one group which offered this creative redefinition of the Anthropocene "from the view of Dao."

Truth's illusion

I watched the video from Joni Mitchell's surprise return to performing, at the Newport Folk Music Festival, and knew that the tears of joy on my cheeks were joining those of millions. Hearing her find her way through the words of "Both Sides Now," I felt I'd never really heard them before.

Tears and fears and feeling proud 

To say "I love you" right out loud 

Dreams and schemes and circus crowds 

I've looked at life that way 

But now old friends are acting strange 

They shake their heads, they say I've changed 

Well something's lost, but something's gained 

In living every day 

I've looked at life from both sides now 

From win and lose and still somehow 

It's life's illusions I recall 

I really don't know life at all

And yet, through this socratic song written when she was 23, we do.

Ten days...

Well, if I had to choose ten days to isolate, these were probably the best ones - in California, where lovely walks beckon, and in a house big enough that I could be provisioned without putting anyone else at risk. Because my symptoms were mild (thank you, vaccinations and boosters!) I was able to keep teaching, too. Lucky.

Fossilization

In my ninth day of isolation, I finished my penultimate class of "Anthropocene Humanities" and looked about for something diverting to watch. Something led me back to "Prehistoric Planet," whose first episode we'd watched when it came out and decided not to pursue. Amazing CGI, yes, and by all accounts more accurate representation of dinosaur appearance and lifeways than what we know from popular culture, and narrated by an always amazed David Attenborough! But that was just the problem. Patterned on the BBC Studios Natural History Unit's gorgeous "Earth" series (which I loved), this journey to the earth 66 million years ago recapitulated every one of its visual and narrative tropes, and wound up making the earlier series seem

fake, too. The templates of courtship, predation, competition, migration and anthropomorphized familial care (with plenty of cute young 'uns, like this li'l triceratops) were so clearly recognizable it was apparent that they'd been employed in the earlier series, too, sifting through actual footage just as they were here in commissioning animators. These cretaceous critters are strikingly strange (strangest for me were the various big-headed flyers who apparently walked on the equivalent of their elbows with wings folded up, like the tethydracos above) and yet comfortingly kin. Even their soundtrack is just as you'd expect.

Watching two more episodes today - "Deserts" and "Forests" - left me dejected, perhaps because I've been in Anthropocene mode, which is always haunted by the idea of a post-human planet, a time when we, "like the dinosaurs," are nothing but fossils. But I suspect the dejection was connected also to having to teach students in China from the US, Anthropocene malefactor and failing state.

Shimmer

It took the wind to show me the layers of miracle here.

Nature at work

I've been leavening my isolation with long early morning walks. In no hurry to return indoors I'm noticing more each day, like the jagged work of a tangle web spider, the joie de vivre of plants who've pushed through cracks in the pavement, the striking inside-out parasol factories of Menzies Goldenbush.

The elephant in the room

Had a chance for the first time to watch the whole flow of one of the public meetings of the House Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack. Well, not quite live, since I had my remote Chinese class, but once it finished I keyed up C-SPAN, and watched the whole session, which had just finished. I've been watching clips and highlight analyses of the earlier sessions, and knew that they were put together artfully, and this one did not disappoint. Much of the videotaped testimony was pretty low key on its own, but there was a momentum built and maintained as the two presenting Representatives took us "minute by minute" through the 187 minutes when Donald Trump sat back and let Rome burn. 

The dereliction of duty was really too great for those words (which admittedly mean less to me than to the Representatives, both veterans), and what he did do too outrageous, even 18 months later, to fully grasp: instead of condemning the violence and calling his goons off, ad lib repurposing the Big Lie as a Lost Cause. The presentation made him appear out on a limb on his own, as his staff of lackeys tried in vain to contain the damage, but we don't really know how he felt; my guess is that with FOX on one screen and friendly senators and kooks on the phone he was riding high on what he saw on other screens, intoxicated by twitter waves of those mad with excitement or fear at what was unfolding: chaos, "American carnage," his thing. Coup plans A, B, C, D ... had all failed (I don't think he planned for this particular mayhem to happen) but, hey, the vote count might yet be postponed, a state of emergency declared, his presidency continue. The election wasn't over until he said it was. 

It's all at once too awful and too tawdry to believe (the Trump brand). But once the drama of the unfolding presentation ended, with a series of perfectly pitched calls for accountability and civic responsibility from Kinzinger, Luria and Cheney, it was hard to maintain the hope that any of this truthtelling will be enough to make a difference. As Adam Kinzinger put it, The militant intolerant ideologies, the militias, the alienation and the disaffection, the weird fantasies and disinformation, they're all still out there ready to go. That's the elephant in the room. Indeed! And he didn't mention those many other elephants not in the room, impervious and impenitent, confident that gerrymandering, contrived culture wars and a demoralized populace will soon hand the reins of power back to them.

Starstruck

I've been permitting myself an early morning walk every day, and have been happily communing with Del Mar's world of plants and trees. This morning I spotted these early bloomers in what I then realized was a hedge full of buds. With the Webb Space Telescope on my mind, nebulae everywhere!

Patches of sun

Day 3 of asymptomatic isolation, except for a scratchy throat... 

Mary the Tower

Heard an amazing sermon by Diana Butler Bass, delivered at the end of a gathering called Wild Goose, and burst into tears. It's called "All the Marys," and shares some tradition-redefining new research on the gospel passages where multiple Marys, and two Marthas, appear. 

The research was done by an American MA student named Elizabeth Schrader, inspired by a dream and taking advantage of the latest digitization of ancient manuscripts, who found the earliest extant text of John (Papyrus 66) shows an editor's fudging. A simple emendation can turn a Marya into a Marta, and this seems to have happened here, turning one character into two, perhaps in order to align this household in Bethany with the one mentioning sisters Mary and Martha in Luke 10. One doesn't know what inspired the editorial intervention, but what if Lazarus had only one sister - Mary - and it was she, not an otherwise unremarked and quickly forgotten other Martha, who responded to the raising of her brother from the dead with one of only two christological confessions in scripture (the other being Peter's)? It would make such sense if it was Mary (as Tertullian thought), and she was the very Mary to whom the risen Christ would appear in the garden. But wasn't that Mary Magdalene, you know, the one from Magdala? But there was no town named Magdala at the time, and the word magdala just means "tower" in Aramaic anyway. Might it not be that Jesus, who gave nicknames to his disciples, also gave one to her - "Mary the Tower"?

And so now you get the full picture. In the Synoptics, Jesus and Peter have a discussion. In that discussion, Peter utters the Christological confession. As a result of the Christological confession, Jesus says, "You are Peter the Rock." In the gospel of John, Mary and Jesus have a conversation, and Mary utters the Christological confession. And she comes to be known as Mary the Tower.

 

Between these two confessions, are we looking at an argument in the early church? Peter the Rock or Mary the Tower? 

But the John account was changed. The John story has been hidden from our view. All those years ago, Mary uttered those words, "Yes, Lord, I believe you are the Messiah, the son of God, the one who is coming into the world." 

When Libbie told me of her research, and this story of the confession, we were sitting in a Starbucks in Alexandria, Virginia. I started to cry and I couldn't stop. She had just told me a story that I always intuited existed. When she told me the pieces and how they fit together, and as soon as she said, "Mary the Tower," I said, "I know. I know this to be true. This is the truest thing I have ever heard about the Gospel." Mary is indeed the tower of faith. That our faith is the faith of that woman who would become the first person to announce the resurrection. Mary the Witness, Mary the Tower, Mary the Great, and she has been obscured from us. She has been hidden from us and she been taken away from us for nearly 2,000 years. ...

What if the other story of Mary hadn't been hidden? What if Mary in John 11 hadn't been split into two women? What if we'd known about Mary the Tower all along? What kind of Christianity would we have if the faith hadn’t only been based upon, "Peter, you are the Rock and upon this Rock I will build my church"? But what if we’d always known, “Mary, you are the Tower, and by this Tower we shall all stand?”

It's almost unbearably exciting. Feminist theology vindicated!

Europe on fire

Infected :(

Covid, its newest variant running rampant in California (as elsewhere), has finally caught me. Symptoms so far mild…

Marine mammals

We went out for a 4-hour Whale and Dolphin Watching Adventure from San Diego Bay today. I've only ever been out in the winter, when the humpack migrate, but word was that there are many blue whales making their way south right now! We didn't see any, but several pods of dolphins more than made up for it!