Commune musings

Rachel and I were on a road trip to Phoenix a few weeks ago and got into a brainstorming session about the commune-in-planning. Here's a few notes for discussion about what it might actually LOOK like, in no particular order...

- We should be thinking about doing this in phases, something that's already been discussed a little bit. It might be something along these lines... Phase 1) Getting into the same time zone or zip code with outside employment. Phase 2) Intentionally spending more time together in fellowship. Phase 3) Evaluate our gifts and skills; begin to find ways to be co-dependant and supportive of each other. Phase 4) Develop a plan for outward ministry... Etc.

- We may want to have a sort of formal "steering committee", one that would provide initial leadership and help choose a church and community.

- We may want to commit to each attending the same church (of course, not an easy proposition due to variety of faith backgrounds). This would reinforce our internal community, and that relationship would also support the church. Having everyone at different churches might drain our ability to minister to each other if we are also being involved in the local church body.

- Understand that WE would not be a church to ourselves. We don't have the church-planting experience, and I think that we would still need to be a part of a larger body of Christ for accountability and support. It would also be a lot to bite off if we tried to make this community living thing work and start a church at the same time.

- Seek out remote or on-site community advisors (elder mentors) in order to have wisdom from older generation.

- For participation in this community, have a clear agreement on what is expected as well as how and why someone may have to leave. Participation is based on willingness to sacrifice some of your own preferences and comfort for the sake of the body, not based on an enforced commitment.

- At a later phase of the community, we'd have to have an idea of whether there would be financial sharing. This brings up possibility of establishing a formal non-profit status.

- We were thinking that it would be helpful to have some sort of leadership group at a minimum, with input from all adults of the community. Think of maybe a rotating headship, with a president-sort of position to handle day-to-day admin decisions. That position would be part of a committee with the last pres and next pres in order to preserve continuity.

Anybody have comments or other thoughts?

Technology Updates

1. Blogger Beta: too bad we're not able to switch over yet. Tags are nice.
2. Google personized home page: super cool, especially with well ordered tabs
3. Google Notebook: super cool, useful for research
4. Google spreadsheets, docs, calendar, email: googleGooglegoogle
5. YouTube.com

No Links because I'm bored and you're smart enough.

Ok, that's all. You can go back to work now.

Voting Data from the Onion

It turns out, there were plenty of good reasons not to vote this year!! AAHHHH!! I voted 17 times!!!! Vote early, vote often...that's my motto!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Foreshadowing of Dave’s Retirement Years, or, Sarah’s Nightmare

Mr. and Mrs. Fenton are retired, and Mrs. Fenton insists her husband go with her to Wal-mart, but he gets bored with all the shopping trips. He prefers to get in and get out, but Mrs. Fenton loves to browse. Here's a letter sent to Mrs. Fenton:

Dear Mrs. Fenton,

Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may ban both of you from our stores. We have documented all incidents on our video surveillance equipment. All complaints against Mr. Fenton are listed below.

Things Mr. Bill Fenton has done while his spouse was shopping in Wal-mart:

1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.
2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.
3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the restrooms.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official one, 'Code 3' in housewares..... and watched what happened.
5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and asked to put a bag of M&M's on layaway.
6. September 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
7. September 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.
8. September 23: When a clerk asks if they can help him, he begins to cry and asks, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
9. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, and picked his nose.
10. November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, asked the clerk if he knows where the antidepressants are.
11. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.
12. December 6: In the auto department, practiced his "Madonna look" using different size funnels.
13. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browse through, yelled "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"
14. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumes the fetal position and screams "NO ! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"
December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"

Another Student Story

A long time ago I started a series on funny student stories, and even though it’s been awhile, my experiences of the last 24 hours have made it necessary to resurrect this series for your amusement. Our story begins three weeks ago, when, out of the kindness of my heart, I elected to make an extra credit opportunity available to the students in my professional writing class. I distain waste-of-time extra credit assignments (and extra credit in general—but until you have tenure, you are a slave to student evaluations and must give the little people what they want to some extent), so when I do offer such opportunities, I try to design the assignment in such a way that the student will 1) have to do a fair bit of work, and 2) will learn something in spite of themselves. In this case, I had them find any piece of professional communication and write me a 500-word report analyzing the design of the document. But that’s not the amusing part. Not even close.

This week I reminded them that the deadline was Thursday, and that I would accept the extra credit during our class period (in the morning) or during my office hours (from 10:00-11:30). After 11:30 on Thursday, they were out of luck. Seems pretty clear, right?

So, at 10:00, right at the beginning of my office hours, I get an email from one of my lower-performing students. We’ll call him Stan. Stan writes:

Could you tell me where you hold your office hours. I cannot find TR anywhere on the campus map. Please be very specific.

Now, as Katie pointed out, the very fact that he has no idea where I hold office hours at this late date in the semester speaks volumes. More amusing, however, is the fact that TR is a common abbreviation on this campus for Tuesday/Thursday, with which he must be familiar because our class has met on TR every week of the semester. I should also point out that the very top of my syllabus contains this very clear notice: “Office Hours: TR 10:00-11:30: Art Museum Angles Café and by appointment.” Unfortunately for Stan, I was meeting with groups of students during my office hours and not checking my email. So I reply at 11:30:

Hi Stan,

TR refers to the days of the week (Tuesday and Thursday). My office hours are held in the Art Museum Angles Cafe (the building with the large orange circle in front of it, across from Woodburn Hall).

Stan replies a few minutes later:

Thank you, but your office hours are now over. It would be great if you could wait for me there or let me know where you will be next. I will be checking my email about every thirty seconds. Please respond as soon as possible.

So, feeling bad for this student who has ostensibly been wandering the campus looking for the mysterious “TR” building, I cut him some slack and tell him I’ll stick around until noon to wait for him. But after that, I have meetings and my own work to do, so I’m leaving (I said this much more politely, of course). Stan doesn’t show up, so I eat lunch and head off to the library.

At 1:30, I receive yet another message from Stan:

Wow, I feel like such an idiot. First I try to meet you at the Tuesday Thursday building and now I've been freaking out for the past hour because I sent my last email to the wrong address. Please respond as quickly as possible. I will do anything within my power to get this assignment to you.

He also forwarded that misdirected email for my reading pleasure:

I arrived at the art museum as quickly as I could. My cell phone read 12:08 upon my arrival at the cafe. I realize that you try to stress the importance of punctuality. However, I am going to need more than fourteen minutes to make it from my apartment on East 20th Street to the other side of campus. I do not know how I could have made it to the art museum any sooner. I am sorry if I am inconveniencing you in any way. Please let me know as soon as possible where I can meet you to turn in my extra credit.

That is actually my favorite of the messages, for the way he implies that it is my fault that he waited until the last possible moment to submit his extra credit (how could I be so inconsiderate?). I am also at this point amazed at the level of effort he is putting into submitting this extra credit assignment, which is worth a mere 1 or 2 percent of his grade. If he had put half of this effort into doing his actual work for the class, he would be an A student. But I digress.

For me, the matter is closed. I gave the students 3 weeks to submit the assignment, I made the logistics of submission crystal clear, and I even waited around an extra half hour for Stan. For Stan, however, the game is not yet lost. Apparently, he tried to look up my address (information that is not available to him from the University), and found a listing for me at the apartment complex where I lived more than 2 years ago. I know this because I received an email from the apartment manager around 5:00:

Andrew-

Stan just dropped off some items for you, thinking you still lived at Meadow Park Apartments. We did not catch it until after he had left. He tried to call you but got no answer. Please call him or us as soon as possible so one of you can pick up the items.

Katie and I arrive home at 5:30, and find 5 messages on our answering machine. Who could they be from? You guessed it: my best pal Stan. Now, if I wanted my students to call me at home, I would put my phone number on the syllabus. If I wanted my students to show up at my home (or former home) unannounced, I would put my home address on my syllabus. I do neither, and am starting to get annoyed with Stan. Sometimes, you just need to let it go.

This, however, is not in Stan’s nature. Around 7:30, Katie and I are at home when an extremely loud truck drives up our street and seems to stop in front of our house. It’s dark, and we don’t know who it is. But we have an idea. We are also starting to question the mental stability of Stan (how much do I really know about this guy who shows up late to most of my classes and sits quietly? Is he just a well-meaning, but misguided, kid? A serial killer? An insurance salesman?), and don’t really want to have an evening conversation with him about his late assignment. He knocks on the door. We’re upstairs, so there’s no way he can know that we’re home. We don’t go to the door. He rings the doorbell. We elect to stay put and let him solve his own problem—outside of our house. Then he walks back to his car. The phone starts ringing. It’s Stan. We don’t answer. Stan leaves a message on the answering machine letting me know that he thinks he found my current address and is leaving his assignment in my mailbox. Crazy. Then he drives away.

My advice for Stan: instead of investing several hours and driving all over town for the possibility of a 1 or 2 percent increase in your grade, pour all of that effort into the regular work for the semester, and you’ll no longer be a D student. And don't be so creepy. Teachers don't respond well to stalking. Just a thought.

Alive... if you want to call it a life

I know this will come as a dissappointment to some of you, but, yes, I am still alive (sorry, Ryan). I don't want to subject anyone to a rant/moan/pity-party about how busy I am, so I just won't mention what exactly life is like at the moment. It's good, though. I'm sorry that I missed all you guys at Adam's wedding. Come to find out, Katie has a restraining order out on me (or, to be exact, Andy has an order out restraining me from being anywhere near Katie). Ok, so maybe that isn't exactly true, but it makes a better story than my real excuse.

I don't have much time to post today. I just wanted to jump on, say hello, laugh a satisfied chuckle about the Republicans loosing both houses of congress, tell everyone that I look forward to the days when I can post at least as regularly as TEFKAMS, and then sign off.

By the way, I took the personality test, and it said I was an SOB. Does anybody have any idea what that means? I'm stumped.

Wedding Photos Forthcoming

Are there wedding photos out there yet? I didn't bring a camera.

Personality Questions

Just for fun, and because I had never done it before and had always wondered just what sort of person I am (you’d think by this point in my life that I’d have some idea, but then again, who knows? Maybe I would be more fulfilled as a rock star or a maker of scrimshaw art for tourists. Or maybe I just need to nail down my dissertation topic. Any suggestions?), I took this online version of the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator personality test. As with most people, the test largely confirmed some things I already knew about myself, but came with a few surprises. It turns out that I am an INTJ, otherwise classified as a pragmatist or mastermind (sounds impressive, doesn’t it?) It also appears that my personality type is fairly rare, shared by only 2% of the population.

According to the article to which the test results link, “INTJs are perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes their interest. What prevents them from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from their own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing the INTJ from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for its own sake.” Some of that is true of me, I think—actually I think the pragmatism toward which I tend is part of the problem that Dave and I have been talking about recently. The short version is this: I can see and appreciate the pragmatics of teaching college students to think clearly and write effectively. This activity involves an obvious social good, both to the students and to the professional and social communities they will eventually join. Therefore, I have no trouble seeing myself doing it for the next 20 or 30 years. I am having a more difficult time understanding the pragmatics of doing research in literature (though Dave’s advice and encouragement has been helpful). Particularly, I want to know how best to use the abilities I have to serve the church and participate meaningfully in the society to which God has called me. Is writing articles that will be read by an average of 2 people the best way to accomplish these things? Is spending hundreds and hundreds of hours writing a dissertation (again, read by few, if any, people not on my committee)? Maybe. Stanley Fish, for example, has said recently in his NYT Blog (and in contrast, though not direct contradiction, to my efforts to find value in my work) that the whole point of academic work is that it cannot, and should not, be justified in anyone else’s terms:

If the point of liberal arts education is what I say it is – to lay out the history and structure of political and ethical dilemmas without saying yes or no to any of the proposed courses of action – what is the yield that justifies the enormous expenditure of funds and energies? Beats me! I don’t think that the liberal arts can be justified and, furthermore, I believe that the demand for justification should be resisted because it is always the demand that you account for what you do in someone else’s terms, be they the terms of the state, or of the economy, or of the project of democracy. “Tell me, why should I as a businessman or a governor or a preacher of the Word, value what you do?” There is no answer to this question that does not involve preferring the values of the person who asks it to yours. The moment you acquiesce to the demand for justification, you have lost the game, because even if you succeed, what you will have done is acknowledge that your efforts are instrumental to some external purpose; and if you fail, as is more likely, you leave yourself open to the conclusion that what you do is really not needed. The spectacle of departments of French or Byzantine Studies or Classics attempting to demonstrate that the state or society or the world order benefits from their existence is embarrassing and pathetic. These and other programs are in decline not because they have failed to justify themselves, but because they have tried to.

Interesting to think about… though it doesn't solve the problem, exactly, of justifying it to myself. But I'll save that for another day.

Anyway, since we seem to be too busy to post much these days, why not spend five minutes taking the online knock-off of the Myers Briggs? We could learn something about each other, and what’s easier to talk about than yourself?

Other highlights from my new-found “Mastermind” self:

“INTJs are known as the "Systems Builders" of the types, perhaps in part because they possess the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system an INTJ happens to be working on is for them the equivalent of a moral cause to an INFJ; both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play, as INTJs can be unsparing of both themselves and the others on the project. Anyone considered to be "slacking," including superiors, will lose their respect…” [Hmmm… reminds me of that song Steve wrote about my Kodon experience]

“Probably the strongest INTJ assets in the interpersonal area are their intuitive abilities and their willingness to "work at" a relationship.”

Other Famous INTJs

Jane Austen
Peter Jennings
C. S. Lewis
Arnold Schwarzenegger
Rudy Giuliani
Donald Rumsfeld
Colin Powell
Lance Armstrong
John F. Kennedy

Fictional INTJs

Gandalf the Grey
Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs) [hmmm… is this a good sign?]
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (Hamlet)

Glossolalia and the Brain

The New York Times published this interesting summary article today on a study published in the journal Psychiatry Research: Neuroimaging. In the study, researchers at the University of Pennsylvania took brain scans of several women while they participated in religious activities like singing hymns and speaking in tongues. According to the article, the researchers found “that their frontal lobes — the thinking, willful part of the brain through which people control what they do — were relatively quiet," while they spoke in tongues, "as were the language centers. The regions involved in maintaining self-consciousness were active. The women were not in blind trances, and it was unclear which region was driving the behavior.” In other words, the glossolalia does not come from the area of the brain that typically controls linguistic activity—it comes from somewhere else. Interesting.