My latest B&C blog:
Steven Pinker says "designer babies" are a myth of genetic research, plus my monthly book review roundup.
http://www.christianitytoday.com/books/features/weblog/030728.html

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• Randomly Interesting
- Beekeeper tends hive on Paris Opera House roof, from the NY Times.

- Fight to preserve 1812 flag that inspired Star Spangled Banner, from the NY Times.

- U.K. commission recommends queen be stripped of status as head of the Church, from the SF Chronicle.

- Kenyan couple, 67 and 25, harassed for unprecedented age discrepancy, from the Wash. Post.

- Waging war out West on the tamarisk shrub, from the Wash. Post.

- Dominican baseball prospects turn to animal dietary supplements, from the Wash. Post.

- Nuns imprisoned for sabatoging nuclear site, from the Wash. Post.

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'Cannot find weapons of mass destruction'
If you haven't seen this yet, it's worth a chuckle:

These Weapons of Mass Destruction cannot be displayed
The weapons you are looking for are currently unavailable. The country might be experiencing technical difficulties, or you may need to adjust your weapons inspectors mandate. ... "
http://www.coxar.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/

Can you hear The Juice saying 'Hasta la Vista'?
Bit of trivia from Anthony Lane's review of "Terminator 3" in the New Yorker:

By now, [Schwarzenegger] is so seamlessly joined to the part that we find it hard to conceive of another arrangement, yet the fact remains that at one point, when James Cameron was devising the original picture, of 1984, the name pencilled in for the Terminator was that of O. J. Simpson. The trouble was, as Cameron told Esquire, 'People wouldn’t have believed a nice guy like O.J. playing the part of a ruthless killer.'http://www.newyorker.com/critics/cinema/?030714crci_cinema

Maybe you two shouldn't see a counselor:
The harm of marriage counseling--when the mediator is ignorant, indifferent, judgmental, or divisive--from my favorite new newspaper bookmark, the Melbourne Age:
http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/07/05/1057179087474.html

Boy, does this one have me pegged...

• Etymology Today from M-W: luftmensch \LOOFT-mensh ("OO" as in "foot")\
: an impractical contemplative person having no definite business or income

Are you someone who always seems to have your head in the clouds? Do you have trouble getting down to the lowly business of earning a living? If so, you may deserve to be labeled a "luftmensch." That airy appellation is an adaptation of the Yiddish "luftmentsh," which breaks down into "luft" (a Germanic root that can be tied linguistically to the English words "loft" and "lofty"), meaning "air," plus "mentsh," meaning "human being." "Luftmensch" was first introduced to English prose in 1907, when Israel Zangwill wrote "The word 'Luftmensch' flew into Barstein's mind. Nehemiah was not an earth-man . . . . He was an air-man, floating on facile wings."

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My latest B&C blog:
Last installment of my New Atlas series, plus the study of stupidity, the science of sunscreen, and the "Professor of Baseball."
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My grandfather died last week. The peaceful circumstances of his death undermine my protests over his absence. He woke up last Wednesday as usual, had breakfast with my grandma before she went to work, lay down on the couch for his morning nap, pulled the blanket over his chest, and never woke up. He was mostly homebound the last few years, spending his days reading, reflecting, pausing to listen to the quietness--no doubt treasuring the peace at times, no doubt exasperated at others with the lack of sound around him. I spend much of my time these days the same way--though I am in a downtown apartment and he was in a sleepy condominium community, I have the climactic chapters of my life ahead of me while his were behind him--and I wonder what went through his mind all those hours, what memories drew a smile on his face while he sat, what regrets pricked him in the side, how much the silence soothed him and how much the loneliness was intolerable (while leaving no option but to tolerate it). He wanted to go back to Iowa, where he was born, one last time, and that's what he did with my grandma this month for a family reunion. So there were no glaringly blank pages of his life waiting to be filled, it seemed, save for the milestones of his 80th birthday (in October) and 55th wedding anniversary next month. I'm grateful that he attended my wedding and visited us here in Chicago a couple of times, and took a special interest in the start of what appears to be my writing career. I believe it to be no accident that, with his love of reading and of words, this son of a self-educated farmer-scholar was himself the father of a seminary professor and grandfather of a journalist. One of my least forgettable childhood memories is the sound of his voice as he read to me--its cadence, modulation, and reverence. He also taught me to play checkers, chess, and golf--the latter of which I would not have inherited from my father and will be a lifelong passion.

But while his departure does not, mercifully, release a flood of regrets, his absence still sticks like a pin. He is possibly the most gentle and gracious man I have ever known well, and it seems unjust for that to end. Grandpa was one of those teachers who didn't teach people what to know as effectively as he taught how to be, how to carry yourself, how to treat people. He carried himself with dignity and self-assurance without a single ounce of superiority or sanctimony. He was a missionary (to Africa) who shared his faith without pomposity, without oratory. We tried this past weekend to remember him saying something harsh about anyone at all--at funerals, it can be healthy to acknowledge someone's faults or less flattering moments--and we couldn't do it. One colleague scrounged up the memory of the time a particularly unruly student caused my grandpa to shove open the window and fling the contents of his coffee mug toward the trees. That was about it. It's ironic that he died of a weak heart; his entire life was evidence to the contrary.

Grandpa's death--this paradox of peace and injustice--reminds me why I believe in life after death, in the resurrection of the body through Christ. Eternity, as I've been guided to see, is implicit in the present: the love--for people, for God, for his creation--we come to know in this life is stronger than death, and thus must logically continue in perpetuity. As so the interruption of my grandpa's life last week is not the destruction of a person, because it would be impossible to destroy who he was, how he was, how deeply he knew God. His fellowship with God was unstoppable, irreversible, inevitable. It continues now, in between the already and the not yet, and will be complete when death is finally evicted from the created order. With love and gratitude for his life, I dedicate the words Grandpa wrote about his father, over twenty years ago, to him: "He combined a warm piety with a kingdom vision that was remarkable. ... He saw God's world as just that. ...[His] life [was] one whose experiences were one continuous demonstration of how the Lord can use gifts that are His in the first place, not to be hoarded, but to be used, not to glory in, but to give Him all the glory."

My latest B&C blog:
More on the New World Atlas--genetic mapping, network security, and other contours of a changing world.
http://www.christianitytoday.com/books/features/weblog/030714.html

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BILL OF GOODS: With all the hype about the All-Star Game returning to Comiskey this week (on the 70th anniversary of the game's birth across the street), I appreciated the Tribune's effort to take a look at the neighborhoods surrounding the stadium, which benefit little from having big-league baseball in their backyard. The Tribune said that only Cleveland's Jacobs Field has a higher proportion of poor neighbors than Comiskey does with the area down 35th Street between the Dan Ryan and State Street.

What was blatantly neglected until the last three grafs of the story was the fact that this stadium was sold to the public--literally: it was funded in part by tax dollars--with the promise that it would help revive the area. But the team's design for the new stadium--whose high walls close off the park to the neighborhood, and whose lease prohibits any souvenirs or food from being sold within several blocks of the park--ensured that this would not happen. It was a fraud. I covered this angle in an April interview in the Tribune with the authors of a book on Chicago stadiums and neighborhoods (more of my interview with them here in my B&C blog).

- One more thing about the All-Star Game itself. I still haven't heard a persuasive argument from those opposing the new wrinkle to the game: the winning league will have home field advantage in the World Series. Yes, this means an exhibition game will help determine who wins the championship, but how could it possibly be less sensible than the current system, by which home field advantage alternated every year with no regard to which team had the better record? Besides, with all these All-Stars on one field, why not make it count for something?

WAIT TILL NEXT MONTH: The Braves roughed up the Cubs this week, and figure to do it again when the teams meet in Atlanta after the break. But if the Cubs can just hang on to .500 (which is where they are at the break, at 47-47) by the time August 3 rolls around--after a punishing stretch that also includes the Marlins, Phillies, Astros, Giants, and Diamondbacks, then they should be in good shape for the homestretch. Besides crucial division matchups with the Astros and Cardinals, and road series at Montreal and Arizona, the Dodgers are the only winning team they face the rest of the year. Maybe that will help reverse the Cubs' trend of late-season losing; if I heard right on a telecast this weekend, the Cubs have the worst August-September record in the big leagues over the last five years.

SACRILEGE: The July 4 Chicago Reader featured an alarming article on the so-called "Cathedral District," a nasty plan by a developer to mar even more of the Near North Side with condos under the guise--strangely enough--of preserving the neighborhood's character. The Fordham Company has placed lightpost banners bearing a "Cathedral District" emblem within the region bordered by State, Michigan, Chicago and Ontario (a region that has been particularly battered by condo-minded demolitions the last ten years), and is planning a high-rise condo building called "Cathedral Tower." A Fordham brochure gushes,
"A tremendous development boom is transforming this area, once a combination of vintage offices and trendy galleries, into a very desirable residential neighborhood. The surge of new residents opens an unparalleled opportunity to create a true community, one that celebrates the city's religious heritage while extending a welcoming presence to all."

Longtime resident Barton Faist gives his take on the brochure:

My first reaction is that this is not a place of history. It's a place of demolition. It's not even a cathedral district, 'cause there are only two churches--Holy Name and Saint James--actually in the cathedral district. Those other churches and synagogues [listed on the brochure] are located outside the district. They'd have to bus them in. So tell me, how do two churches in 12 square blocks make a cathedral district? Then there's that line about 'a tremendous development boom' opening 'unparalleled opportunities' to celebrate the city's religious heritage. What does a development boom have to do with celebrating religious heritages? A development boom is a euphemism for saying 'We're destroying old buildings.' What does historical demolition have to do with religion? They talk about preserving the past. Oh, they're going to put up signs to tell you what was here before they tore it down? Do they think we're stupid? And that thing about the community seders and the Christmas caroling--what a joke. They're building great high-rise fortresses. How can you go caroling there if you can't get past the doormen?

No surprise to see the 'Cathedral District' heartily endorsed by Ald. Burt Natarus, a classic Daley crony who shouldn't be allowed within 100 yards of anything resembling city business. Not only is he an obnoxious person, but when I interviewed him in January he told me that the demolition of potential landmark buildings on Division east of State to build a CVS--with a Walgreens, Jewel and Osco all within two blocks--was a triumph of our captialist system, which thrives on competition. Oh, how wonderful, now I can save 20 cents on a bag of Doritos--so to hell with history! It's not a triumph of competition, it's a triumph of monotony.

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