Wednesday, April 11, 2012

"the quest" book reviews (1 of 3)

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written anything substantial regarding this so-called Quest of mine, so to spark your memory, the Quest involves seeking to determine whether or not the Judeo-Christian worldview is a justifiable worldview. I’ve structured the Quest so that I examine the key assumptions of Christianity to see whether or not these assumptions are themselves justifiable. If too many assumptions become unjustifiable, then the whole thing spirals down like Dominos. The first assumption, obviously, is that God exists. “Is this a justifiable assumption?” That question’s propelled me into this gauntlet of books, and as of now I’ve got three under my belt. Here I want to give little reviews of the books I’ve read so far:
  
The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins. Honestly, this wasn’t the best book to start off. It’s a national bestseller, popular to the masses, so I thought (and this, I think, was a good assumption) that it’d be a good launching-point. Not only until later did I learn that while popular to the masses, this book isn’t so well received among many scientists, especially among atheists. That should be telling. He litters good science with pseudo-science, draws conclusions where conclusions shouldn’t be so hastily drawn, paints up religion in such a grotesque way that even many atheists are made uncomfortable by it, and he advocates un-provable theories that cannot be justified by science. All this aside, there’s lots of great material in the book, even if Dawkins’ own agenda colors the picture at times. (Making judgments of a person’s character based upon a book is a bad decision, and as it turns out, Dawkins is quite a likable and respectful fellow, and he’s brilliant in the realm of evolutionary biology). The first half of his book focuses on the probability (or, rather, improbability) of God. He takes the line that the need for God is statistically negligible, and that since God is rendered optional, why must we assume him to be there in the first place? Again, assumptions drive his conclusions as much as they drive ours. My favorite part in this section were his excellent points made against Intelligent Design and Creationism, and he did a sweeping survey of the evidences of evolution, especially in the human body. Sadly, however, in the second half of the book, his condemnations on the pseudoscience of Creationism seem to be cast off when he starts advocating theories with no substance in scientific or cultural studies. His ranting against religion (or, rather, a caricature of religion) becomes long-winded and tiring to read, and he demonstrates his shocking ignorance of some of the basic tenants of not just Judeo-Christian theism but theism in general. So, to sum it up: the first half of the book was pretty decent, but it went quite downhill after that. The book would be perfect if I were looking for the agenda-skewed manifesto of a materialistic philosophical naturalist hell-bent on turning the world against theism. However, when it comes to taking an honest look at the issues, I’d have to give it a C (and did I choose that letter-grade with absolutely no forethought? I sure did. That’s how invested I am in these books reviews).

The Dawkins Delusion by Alister McGrath. This book is written as a response to Dawkins’ The God Delusion. McGrath writes that the first half of Dawkins’ book is, essentially, a materialistic interpretation of the world grounded in the un-provable and thus unshakable assumptions of philosophical naturalism. Dawkins advocates this view as if it were the only legitimate option, and he rings in a parade of scientists who are also atheists. Because Dawkins’ book weighed such evidence heavily, McGrath parries back, focusing on the relationship of science and religion. He points out that there are other viable routes of relationship that are embraced by scientists, even by atheists. He writes on pages 45-46, “[Nature] is open to many legitimate interpretations. It can be interpreted in atheist, deist, theist and many other ways—but it does not demand to be interpreted in any of these.” Dawkins wants the world to know that atheism is the ultimate sign of intelligence and freethinking, and that anyone who isn’t an atheist is just downright mad, delusional, ignorant and idiotic. McGrath wants the world to know that there are many different ways of interpreting the world in an intellectual way, philosophical naturalism and the Judeo-Christian worldview both being justifiable in this sense: both can be held by intellectuals and make sense of the data as it presents itself. As Dawkins drew forth in parade fashion scientists denouncing religion, so McGrath cleverly draws forth a parade of atheist scientists denouncing Dawkins for making a mockery of atheism and trying to pass off pseudo-science as valid hypotheses. The second half of McGrath’s (short little) book is a dispelling of many of Dawkins’ and inaccuracies and misrepresentations of the major world religions, especially Christianity (since that is McGrath’s position), and he includes a stinging rebuke from Michael Ruse, a distinguished atheist philosopher, who wrote to fellow atheist and writer Daniel Dennett, “What we need is not knee-jerk atheism but serious grappling with the issues—neither of you are willing to study Christianity seriously and to engage with its ideas—its just plain silly and grotesquely immoral to claim that Christianity is simply a force for evil, as Richard [Dawkins] claims—more than this, we are in a fight, and we need to make allies in the fight, not simply alienate everyone of good-will.” McGrath’s little book was far better than Dawkins’, and he lucidly and without being mean (a refreshing change from The God Delusion) challenges many of Dawkins’ assumptions and conclusions while defending his own worldview (and assumptions) from Dawkins’ attacks. And McGrath doesn’t write that those who don’t share his opinion are idiots, so that kinda makes me like his book more.

God Is Not Great by Christopher Hitchens. Hitchens is an atheist I respect: he underwent water-boarding to protest its use as torture, his closest friends were thinking religious folk, and he faced his death with a cold courage rare to find these days. Hitchens brings far more to the table than Dawkins does, and his points against theism are far more challenging. While Dawkins’ book read like an atheist’s version of Edwards’ Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God, reading Hitchens feels like sitting at feet of a wizened old man beside a cackling fireplace, smoking an alabaster pipe and sharing his wisdom drawn from years of travelling, experiencing, and thinking. He travelled the world and had more experiences with religious folk and religion than anyone I know. While writing about how most of his good friends are religious, he doesn’t miss a beat in condemning religion as a force for evil in the world. Like Dawkins, he advocates the end of religion and the uprising of Logic and Reason to trump all superstition. Unlike Dawkins, he doesn’t seem to believe that all religious folk are fundamentalist nut-jobs with off-kilter moral compasses, and he writes fondly of religious people, both throughout human history and in his own life, who have been forces of good in the world. Many of his arguments are mirrors of Dawkins’ when it comes to the relationship of science and religion, and he’s of the position, too, that science, in discovering the way the world works, has pushed God to the margins and thus made God not merely optional but also ineffective: hanging onto God is something done out of nostalgia, or fear, or because of a psychological weakness rendering us unable to live in a world without an unseen crutch. Because of this, many of McGrath’s points against Dawkins can be drawn in as rejoinders to Hitchens’ arguments. For anyone interested in the tenants of atheism, and in reading a damned good portrait of it (and anti-theism, as well), then this may be an interesting starting-point.

Although it’s tempting for me to start sketching out some conclusions drawn so far, I want to be careful of drawing conclusions too early. I’m not even halfway through the first assumption! I need to be patient, patience is key here. So I’m going to fight the urge to draw conclusions, and I’m going to fight the urge to convey my current thoughts, hypotheses, and conjectures regarding the subject, because these thoughts may very well change come the end of all this. But I promise to give decent feedback on this first assumption, whatever that might be, when the time is ripe (that is to say, when I’ve gotten through all the books on schedule).

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

on writing (VI)

It's been over a month since my last "writing update". Much of my writing time has become encumbered by The Quest, and though I've written (and stand by) The Quest being far more compelling, the simple fact of the matter is that every bone in my body itches to write, and I couldn't hold myself back for too long. I'm thinking it's best if I switch-hit between The Quest and my writing, exercising the right brain for a while and then giving it a break to make the left brain do most of the work. I'm nearly done with the first four (of eight) books I'm scheduled to read to tackle the first assumption--the existence of God--and when I finish the fourth, I'm going to put The Quest on pause and try and knock out Book One.

Yes, I'm still working on it. Because it's the first of a series, it's necessarily going to take much longer to compose than the others. The first book sets the pace for all the others, in the sense that it's structure will become the structure for all the others. It's the template, you could say. Much of the slowness in regards to writing Book One isn't because of how long it is (a whopping yet measly 250 pages) but because of the wrestling I've been going through regarding the structure. I've scratched the parallel story set in the future, because I think that while it worked with 36 Hours, the 2nd Edition, it would serve only to clutter the story and confuse the reader if drawn out over six books. Eliminating the parallel story pulled Book One in its first draft from around 300 pages to 200 pages, which I prefer (shorter books for a serial are always better, in my opinion), and this gives me considerable more freedom when it comes to the plot-line for the rest of the book.

Much of my concerns regarding Book One was the lack of "zombie action," to put it in simple terms. I originally sought out to try and write a realistic zombie story following the basic paradigm of disease spread. To my knowledge few books or movies do this, or do it well. But I've found that doing this through a serial may not be the best route, since the zombie spread would most likely be slow, and in order to make things go according to what could be a potential (hypothetical) zombie spread, the first hard-hitting zombie encounters wouldn't take place until the third or fourth books, and I've only got enough patience to write six. That's not a worthwhile sacrifice. I've decided to indulge my appetites and cut straight into the action: I'm taking the story from character-driven to story-driven, and I'm going to accelerate the zombie spread. This means that by the end of Book One, I'll be where I would've been at the beginning of Book Three. I'd be lying if I said I'm not excited about describing Cincinnati at the heart of a zombie outbreak.

So that's where I'm at right now in the writing process. I'm itching to have this book done, and hopefully I'll have it finished within the next couple weeks. I've made deadlines for myself and failed countless times before, so we'll see what happens.

Monday, April 09, 2012

the 41st week


I've been REALLY sucking at updating this blog. Sometimes the only thing keeping me accountable are these weekly recaps. I don't plan on forsaking this blog forever: several posts are in formation, just be patient with me as I seek to be patient with myself. The upcoming posts could be quite weighty, so I'm trying to word everything as best I can. Okay, here's the last week:

Monday. I finished Christopher Hitchens' God Is Not Great at The Anchor before closing shop with Amos. When we got home he lit a fire in the backyard from the refuse dug out of the flower-bed (Andy and Ams planted flowers sometime last week), and Isaac came over and we sat around the fire 'till sunset. I made nachos and some chamomile tea and talked to Cat before bed. She ran off to North Carolina after her last day last week, and going from seeing her five days a week to not at all is pretty weird. Somehow I miss that little Asian Islander. 

Tuesday. Emily and I closed together, and we went back to her place in Northside for a bit and hung out with her fiance Gabe and they're pal Kelly. Pat D. came over later in the evening, and we drank beers and played Mario-Kart and watched the 412 2003 V.M.A. DVD: hilarious or humiliating? I'm not sure which. Those days are so long ago, an entirely different life with different faces and places, different values and convictions and beliefs, different views and aims and goals, different hopes and ambitions, different fears and insecurities. Back then I assumed that by age 25 I'd be married, maybe have a kid, and be working at a small church somewhere. I thought it was a good assumption, and I had God working behind the scenes to make it all come together. Just goes to show that things change, and any prophesying regarding the future is as much guess-work and wishful thinking than anything else.

Wednesday. Tiffany and I opened the store, and I went in early to make sure the patio got set out, and I stayed late to make sure the closers (Amos and Brandon, who's with Tazza Mia full-time now) didn't get stuck with our tasks (as tends to happen). The evening was quiet: drinking some beers and hanging out with the housemates. Andy and I shared some of our shared frustrations with Tazza Mia, and we talked about how when you get a new job, you think it'll be perfect in every way, or at least you'd like to hope that'd be the case. But every job has its frustrations, though I'm not sure that's a good reason to just let come what may.

RED'S OPENING DAY (practically a holiday in Cincinnati). Amos tagged along for my habitual pre-work trip to The Anchor, and when we drove downtown, we found the place a hot mess. Downtown was swarming with red, traffic was backed up, everyone was honking, pedestrians couldn't figure out how to use the cross-walks, and country drivers confused in the city kept backing up the intersections. Parking was jacked up double, too, and that sucked. After work I drove up to Dayton to see some old pals from Spring Valley: Jessica C., Abby, and Mandy M. Annie, who has run between several different coffee shops between Dayton and Cincinnati, joined us, too. I had an Irish coffee and two tall drinks of Guinness before we bar-hopped out to Lucky's across the street. I ordered another beer but was feeling quite drunk, so I offered it to Abby and she gladly accepted. Jessica showed me her place afterwards, it's super cool. We smoked cigarettes and caught up for a while, and I got back down to Cincinnati around 2:00 AM. I'm really glad I got to see all of those people again, especially Jess. Reconnecting tends to be a fun thing to do.

GOOD FRIDAY. I still felt queasy from last night's drinking (I don't drink a lot, so a decent amount of alcohol ravages my system), and I took the edge off with coffee and cigarettes at The Anchor. I went to Mount Aries for a bit after work, it's always good to get out of the city and into the woods for a while, and then I drove up to Centerville to see Tyler in his new apartment behind Archer's. It's a kick-ass place. We sat on the deck and watched the sunset, and we spent the night watching Workaholics and playing video games. We called it a night early, around 12 AM, but I was okay with that: my body was still recovering from last night.

Saturday. Tyler and I went to Scrambler Marie's by Spring Valley for breakfast, and when I returned to Cincinnati Ams, Andy and I went to the Museum Center at Union Terminal. Andy wore a Tyrannosaurus skull for a head, we marveled at the giant sloth, and we went caving. "It's so crazy they built this museum on top of a cave!" I got my socks wet and let Andy and Ams do most of the exploring: I didn't want to get turned around deep in the labyrinth. After spelunking and exploring Cincinnati in the 1900s, we had a picnic out at Rabbit Run Park. Blake went to Tennessee for the weekend, and Amos spent the day with his parents. I spent the evening hanging out with Ams and Andy, and Amos for a bit, too, when he returned.

EASTER. The Anchor was crowded, since a lot of local restaurants were closed, so I didn't stay too long. Mom, Dad, Ams and I went up to New Carlisle to celebrate Easter with Dad's side of the family. As expected there was a fantastic meal that left me bowling over with a swollen stomach. I retired downstairs and accidentally fell asleep. Cate woke me wanting to be read a story, so I played with her for a while and we tried to teach her how to play catch, but she's only three so it was pretty slow-going. She did learn how to teach catch, by way of imitation, but the actual act of catch remains yet to be grasped. When we got back to Mom and Dad's house, Ams and I headed out to see Tyler, and we watched B.B.C. Life and had Wendy's for dinner. We got back into Cincinnati around 10:30 and called it a night not a few minutes later.

There's that. Now: what should you be expecting on the blog this week? I'm going to try and be super diligent, and we'll see if we can't wedge a three-post series on The Quest, a casual mentioning of my current zombie adventure, and (if I'm super diligent) some reviews of the books I've been reading on this so-called quest: The God Delusion, The Dawkins Delusion, and God Is Not Great. Let's see if I can't pull this off. Here's to hoping (but not too much).

Friday, April 06, 2012

laundry room



I spent much of the other night doing nothing but lying in bed and watching this show. The Avett Brothers are phenomenal. Just saying.

Monday, April 02, 2012

the 40th week

This picture was grabbed from my Facebook home-feed.
Check out that ridiculously purple lightning!
Monday. I went to The Anchor before closing with Amos. It was slow, so we were out by six. The record-breaking heatwave has passed, and the weekend's storms have made it actually feel like spring. It's nice. No one came over tonight, so we housemates played it solo: Andy made French toast and we watched "Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll," a series of informational videos designed to educate young Christians on the secular evils of our world. Lessons learned: (a) Sex is fun! But so is bungee jumping, if you do it right! (still not sure what the take-home point is). (b) All drugs will kill you. Except marijuana, but weed always leads to ODing on something else or just plain-old wrecking your life. And (c) Bands like Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and Jethro Tull are windows for the devil (which explains a lot in regards to my life). 

Tuesday. After work (and, of course, The Anchor) I went Clifton for a while, and I spent most of the evening just hanging out with Ams and Josh in her room. Yeah, superbly exciting. 

Wednesday. A long-ass day. Did some writing at The Anchor before a ridiculously busy close and a meeting running long past sunset. Amos and I didn't get home 'till pretty late, and we played video games for a bit before he retired for his double tomorrow. I hung out with Ams when she came home from seeing the Beauty & the Beast pageant in Dayton. In the middle of the night I woke and threw off my covers and threw shit around my room, and I woke up both Andy below me and Ams at the front of the house. Oh, just a night terror. Fucking hate those. I'm just glad I get them only a couple nights a year. 

Thursday. Jess, a friend from the Starbucks I used to work at close to a year ago, popped into the store today to say Hey. It was so great to see her, and I'm looking forward to *hopefully* hanging out with her and some other Starbucks pals next Thursday. It'd be great to see those guys again. After work I spent the evening hanging out with Ams and Andy, and we played Black Ops and watched Dale & Tucker Vs. Evil, and ate Domino's pizza. "Basically," Andy said, "this movie is what it'd be like if Blake and Amos were hillbillies." He pretty much nailed it. I'd consider a solid day.

Friday. After a snappy close with Amos, I secluded myself in my room and blasted Adele. No, I'm not lying; and I even declined an Anchor invite to do so. Some strong storms with purple lightning rippled through come nightfall, and I sat on the front porch and smoked cigarettes and just watched the lightning and felt the thunder in my chest.

Saturday. Dad came down from Dayton and we switched the Celica into my name, and I finally renewed my driver's license (only a month late). We hit up Carew Tower for coffee, and then I hurried to Dusmesh for lunch with Pat D. I hadn't seen him for quite some time, and it was so good to catch up over steaming plates of Indian cuisine. He jetted off to Dayton and I returned home for the ritualistic post-Dusmesh nap (naps have become quite special, seeing as I've lost three since switching back to full-time baristas in lieu of Ana's ability to work full time). I got coffee at The Anchor and did some more reading (still trowing through Hitchens' God Is Not Great). Amos and I had Rally's for dinner, and I went out for a midnight drive through Eden Park and back. 

APRIL FOOL'S DAY. Dandelions sprouted down the street overnight, and the front tree's leaves are filling in blood-red. Blake and I went downtown to the Tazza Mia in Carew Tower, visited Gina and Hartman. He got an iced sweet beard and I got an iced latte. All the housemates went to The Anchor for dinner, and I had the western omelette with wheat toast and home fries slathered in onions and cheese, all of it washed down and polished off with coffee and cigarettes. Andy put C.C.R. and Damien Jurado on the jukebox, and we sang to "Ohio." I spent the evening continuing through Christopher Hitchens' God Is Not Great, and then Blake and I sat on the front porch smoking American Spirits watching midnight storms lighting up the night. "What's with all the purple lightning lately?" Probably has something to do with Ohio's fuck-show of a weather system.

Sunday, April 01, 2012

newspaper gown



I can't think of a better way to kick off the new month than with another incredible song by Damien Jurado. This is either a reflection on my lack of ingenuity for blog posts or my borderline man crush on Jurado and his voice. I'm really not sure which.

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