Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Friday, October 18, 2013

poison pens (aaron burr got a bum rap)

 i've been listening to nancy isenberg's historical biography on aaron burr (fallen founder: the life of aaron aurr). isenberg paints a well-researched, detailed portrait of the early american (of "got milk?" fame). among the take-aways: (1) wow, i didn't know much about the guy before, but i like him. (2) geez, politics were just as disgusting then as they are now. policy happened on a sloshing sea of nauseating vitriol, immaturity and pettiness. (3) it got me thinking about how people mostly fail to be impartial toward "the opposition" or worse, how people actively choose to believe the worst about each other...  i'm surprised, but jefferson seems like a person who (at least in burr's case) allowed his beliefs to form his "truth" rather than truth informing his beliefs. i feel some long-winded abstraction coming ... biased critique. patronization. confirmation bias.

 
biased critique
ever notice how people miraculously sprout  "inconsistency radars" for the opposition, scanning statements for inaccuracy and general stupidity?

criticism in itself is not the problem. healthy critique is a powerful tool for growth... but why should the benefit of our criticism fall only on those who do not share our world view? in fact, the systematic neglect of critique and challenge is a cause of the echo chamber. we have to be comfortable with discovering truth as it exists and, so, not limit our critique. 

critique should come from a place of love for truth and in a posture of humility.  we recognize shortcomings in others' views, but remember that we aren't immune to failure in judgment.  we should not pretend that others know nothing. one of burr's big non-negotiables was sincerity. not pretending or posturing, but being genuinely invested in truth as well as in the good of others' generally. the idea isn't new.

patronization (and a lack of magnanimity)
sometimes folks automatically assume that others are naive and unaware of the implications of their worldview, or that they've arrived at these views without thought or reflection.

that mentality causes us to imagine others as being "trapped" by their worldview... particularly when we can't figure out why they believe what they do--(i.e, "so-and-so is so smart! and likeable! how can they believe that!?").  so we think... "well, maybe they haven't been exposed", or that maybe they have been emotionally manipulated or conned into the views they hold.

but more often than not, there are values--even virtues---in competition which make people's understanding of their views more complicated than we'd like to think. people are not utterly devoid of conscience or good sense. (philosophical side note: human will is oriented to what the intellect presents as "good". in that way, no one "chooses" or wills what is bad without first convincing their own intellect that the goal at hand is "good". in this way, human will requires value judgment of some kind.)

there is such a thing as personal agency, human reason and judgment. so, to have a meaningful conversation about the source of another's worldview, the first step is to not be talking all the time. it is an opportunity to learn and understand, simply for the sake of understanding--to love others well. to serve them with your views rather than berate them. listening helps us to better articulate our views, and introduce our thoughts more pragmatically to others. it may not garner agreement, but at least it will garner some semblance of understanding and minimize hostility.

confirmation bias
the combination of the above, being selectively critical and unfair in our estimation of others (or refusing to listen), leads us toward an error of confirmation bias.

jefferson's mistrust of burr--distrust that ultimately prompted his accusation of treason--began when he absorbed alexander hamilton's caricatures of burr, who had been a rival to hamilton in state and national politics. hamilton, i think it's fair to say, had it out for burr (politically speaking).  burr's reputation was smeared because of hamilton's gossip, but everyone who worked directly with burr knew otherwise.  when the time came, it was easy for jefferson to trust general james wilkinson's unsubstantiated accusations, because he was primed to believe what was consistent with his previously formed biases. (as it turns out, wilkinson forged evidence in the treason case against aaron burr. awkward.)

nothing is special about jefferson's haste to malign burr and believe the worst about him. in fact, i think we're all prone to do the same without patient attention to our own biases.

blah, blah. but, anyways... i'm halfway through this biography, and isenberg has made me a believer---burr is not the villain historical memory has made him out to be.

side note:  burr was a slave holder. :( i don't think he was a white supremacist. (thomas jefferson may have been...  read his personal writings here). still, owning people is not cool.

another one: burr was the son of esther edwards-burr. esther died when aaron was two. she also happened to be the daughter of famous presbyterian minister, jonathan edwards.
by the by...when she was a nine year old in 1743, she wrote in her journal about slavery: "that word “own” sounds strangely about people." at least somebody got it. right on, esther.

Friday, March 8, 2013

ahn nyeong ha se yo!

i'm learning korean!

i'm getting pretty could at transcribing hangul. i also gave myself a hangul name. (don't hate!)

자냐 ...
cha nya
 [To hear it, follow the link, the click 'listen']

pros:
it sounds like my name in english,
it has an actual meaning (which was sort of hard to do)

cons:
it's not at all traditional
it's meaning--"sleeping"--is stupid (even with all my hard work).

whatever.... if gweneth paltrow can name her daughter 'apple', i can name myself 'sleeping'. it's the perfect description for what i'd rather be doing anyway. i also love that the name lends itself to a pun. it's endearing!
 
anyways, learning korean will greatly increase my productivity in watching korean drama.

andddddd you're jealous.
질투?

Sunday, May 27, 2012

the niece

my niece is seven...and i can remember when she was born. i feel a strange satisfaction in being old enough to begin saying phrases like that... i've loved watching her grow up and develop a distinct personality. she likes to try and make people laugh. i think she's best at it when she's not really trying and just being her sweet self. like yesterday:

niece: "AJ, my hairdresser said you look really young! She said she thought you were a teenager!
my mom: Yea, your AJ is kinda young looking.
niece: AJ's not that young looking.
my mom: [loudly laughing at me]
me: thanks, sweetheart (slight sarcasm)
niece: *gives me a hug* you're welcome

i'm young enough that situations like these are still amusing as opposed to depressing.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

ponder anew

days like today i remember how full life is...

  • airshows
  • frozen custard & italian ice
  • park swings
  • handwritten notes in the mail
  • my niece and nephews
  • encouraging phone calls
  • good friendships
  • the sweetness of mercy and grace

Monday, April 9, 2012

easter


easter was really precious this year.

service was great. i came across a beautiful song, and was reminded to 'consider', 'confess' and 'center on' the gospel. much needed encouragement. i've been feeling a bit off lately.   

after church, we got together at my sister's place. i had a really chill time with family. they're a lot of fun to be around. we celebrated my uncle's birthday too. the man was looking sharp. i also got to try out a couple of cute and easy ideas from pinterest with the kids.

hung out with my mom afterward and we spent some quality time. we have both acquired a new obsession in the form of the new ABC series, 'Once'. we've essentially watched the entire season so far within a span of a couple days. i'm blaming genetics for my ridiculousness.

here are some random pics from the day:

"every girl's crazy for a sharp dressed man.."

little "chick" deviled eggs
they turned out kinda smushy-faced ;
it was really strange eating them with faces
fruit pizza! via pinterest & lessordinarydesigns.
it was super easy so the kids made their own.
vinny after tasting his first bite: "hmm, i don't like raspberries" =)


thankful for the time we spent...

Friday, March 16, 2012

haiti

it's been about a week since i said goodbye to new friends from damien and bigarade--villages in port-au-prince where our group of 27 from the states helped locals construct concrete tin-roof houses for residents there.

just one week ago. we rode on top of our bus, ducking beneath low wires and branches. we picked mangos from trees along the way. the sights, sounds and smells have lingered...

haiti smells like fire, dust and concrete. like fresh mangos, rose's spice cake and summertime...

haiti feels like thick air and the comforting press of people.

haiti tastes like cola corrone, "macaroni done right" (according to dimitri), and miriam's salad dressing.

haiti sounds like rattling tap-taps and conversational horn honks. like bleating goats and people singing songs that everyone shares in common somehow. haiti sounds like 'bonjou!' and 'sak pasé?' to perfect strangers.

haiti looks like Myco, Yolanda, Makenson, Pierre, Miriam, Phillipe, Frankel, Nadia, Patrick, Keddi, Jimmy, James, Samuel, Elifat, Frefre, Winsley, Daniel, Elisier, Jonas, Josianne, Redligne, Udle, Henson, Sonson, Tomas, Joel, Jenesse, Benedict, Stevenson, Ivan, Shadrach, Shadzar, Bernadette, William, "petit l'homme", Madam Estephat, Davidson, Roberto, Marie Jo, Fabian, Najla and Mitaille. haiti looks like Michaelson as our eyes well up with tears when we're saying goodbye.

haiti .... is too far away today.

mwen manke ou.

Friday, January 6, 2012

while i'm living...

my grandmother in the last half decade or so of her life had a tendency of talking about her funeral arrangements...  she'd mention how she wanted to be cremated, what songs she wanted sung and a lot of other stuff too. to be honest, i hated that! it sounded so morbid! i would be like, "don't talk about stuff like that, mema".
... and she would just ignore me and keep talking. hahaha.

i remember that she didn't want any flowers at her funeral. "give me mine while I'm living," she'd say. ...for whatever reason, i didn't like that either! lol. i guess in a way it sounded hedonistic? haha. lately, though, i've been thinking of those words. i have a clearer understanding of what she meant now. it's the idea that you should show the people that you love how you care while they are still physically with you. to visit, to spend time. to send a note and to make a call... i'm thankful that we were able to do that as a family for my mema. i'm sure i could have done it more, but i know that she knew i cared about her.

i need a reminder of that these days. sometimes i forget that people don't necessarily know what i'm thinking. haha.

mema & my brother-in-law out to eat on my 16th birthday


awwww. mema.

i miss that woman ... it catches me off guard every now and then. it would be nice to have a little cuddle with her right about now, and watch 'walker texas rangers'.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

little rock star

i got my niece a little guitar for Christmas. i was pretty excited about it because she likes to mess around with mine, but this one is small enough for her tiny hands and her seven-year-old motor skills. check out this vid:


Wednesday, September 28, 2011

new energy

i really love teaching the youth at my church. i can't quite explain it. i get so much energy from it.

my little heart is beaming right now. =)

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

surveying

it's fun being reminded of the gospel in random and unexpected ways.

i drove into work yesterday morning and these surveyors had lodged themselves in my parking spot--(well, the spots aren't really assigned, i just park there normally... and it seems i've inadvertently become territorial. hm.)  i collected my things and thought about how surveying looks like it would be a cool job. they get to wear helmets and use those tripod things and carry radios and look important. actually, any job that uses special equipment seems fun to me. ( man, i've really gotten off on a tangent!)

right. so... i'm watching the surveyors do their thing, when that old hymn by isaac watts pops into my head: "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross".  i really thought about the word 'survey'... what would it look like to 'survey' the cross? to take it in from all different angles and to figure out the scale of every other thing in comparison to the measure of the cross?

whoa, theology! the lyrics had such a new and vibrant meaning for me. my troubles are dwarfed at the foot of the cross. my pride, which i'm so apt to jealously guard, suddenly becomes worth so little. the work of Christ silences me in the middle of my inner complaints.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
a break in my heart's restlessness at approximately 8:47am on a monday morning. and i walked on a cloud to my office.