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Bill Kaufman at Taki’s Mag has written a good article on Ron Paul at the end of his campaign. I’m getting less interventionist every day. We need to clean up our own house before we attempt theirs. Maybe we’ll be ready to houseclean 4 years from now? Bill says Ron’s irrepressible.

I skim the intro’s to the articles on Taki’s mag and am usually drawn to continue reading Helen Rittelmeyer’s before I even know she wrote them. Her article on Mother’s Day helps update me on how feminism is faring these days. I’ve always liked Annie Oakley and appreciated the comment by the man who liked tomboys. There’s a mysterious line between freedom to do and be who you are to the best of your ability, and crossing the line into unflattering adjectives.

I may be being a bit impulsive and may not be researching thoroughly enough, but I went ahead and ordered the Ancient History Portfolio recommended on the St. Theophan Academy blogsite, as well as her suggestion for learning Latin called Lively Latin. The same history portfolio is recommended on the Paidea Classic Homeschool Resources site. I’m new to the Classical approach to education, but do not feel that deprived because of the dialectical element. I just started to read part of Plato’s Apology, linked from the Paidea site, and got a post-traumatic stress reaction from our court room experiences and the subsequent debates I have engaged in online. I do better in question-answer/catechetical environments. But this implies that someone already knows the answers, and not that they are being derived through dialectics. I know that there is value in discussing things from differing points of view, but to me this is a way to better understand each other (question/answer), to discover weaknesses in a point of view, to gain new insights, and to explore and prioritize. I suppose these goals can be accomplished dialectically, unity and/or conversion can be achieved, but more often dialectics seems a mode to defend ones self, intimidate, subjugate, and to get notches on one’s belt. That’s been part of my motivation at least.

Still, my best times in discussions have been with people who knew more than me and expressed themselves better and when I was the recipient/questioner. I guess being female, that is what I do best. The male/female hierarchy has proven itself true to me, sometimes to my disappointment. I’m left to record my experience and explorations for general amusement, and for the guidance of my children. Such is the role of women. But does that mean I get the short end of the stick? Even though I’ve felt that way sometimes, it surely isn’t so. Children are the glory of women, and my kids, for better or worse, are my head-covering. I get to gaze on them and see the fresh face of angels. Not that they’re perfect and haven’t suffered from my failings, but I am proud of them and very thankful for them and really would rather be in no other place that with them in our homeschool environment.

As I approach the fall when one will move to a Dallas dorm, and one will be carpooling with and thus gone as long as his dad, and the other continue in his community college and work schedule, I am very glad to have them leave the nest with such excitement and anticipation, to which I owe Abeka’s more practical, challenging, left brain approach, to some extent. But I have three left at home, so I don’t know if I’ll be as positive when their turn comes. I don’t have to worry about having a completely empty nest for another 10 years. *conflicted sigh*

So, back to the Classical approach, I’m not that excited about learning western philosophy and its close kin literature, but I do want to incorporate more history about the millenniums before and after Christ and learn some Latin. I’ve talked about some of my problems with romantic and external conflict-oriented literature. I think the first unrealistic and daydreamy and the second, war/divorce inducing. I like psychological dramas better, like Silence of the Lambs which is definitely off the topic of homeschooling so I think I’ll steer towards Dostoyevsky. I saw the Gregory Peck version of his “The Gambler”, called The Great Sinner and had to switch channels during the part where he crossed the line to become a slave to his new addiction. It was too painful to watch his life-ruining fall, and how it-could-happen-to-anyone-even Gregory Peck(!) realistic it was. All to say that I like a thorough investigation of why people act the way they do, but getting into the mind of the more extreme actors-out in our society is pretty disturbing. Still, we are all affected by what they do, and understanding them is a first step towards at least our own healing from their effects, I believe, but maybe I’m wrong.

So learning corrected history and languages is a big step towards understanding other people. I used to believe literature can be too, but if the writer’s philosophy is wrong, then reading them helps you understand dysfunction better, which has it’s place in relating to them, but one must be healed by an alternative method.

The booklist to the Portfolio series looks a little daunting, but I’ll wait till I study the material more when it comes in the mail to figure out how to tailor it to our needs/abilities/schedule.

I saw this first on Mimi’s blog, then when Deb opened it for everyone, I figured I’d join in.

Outside My Window …the swimming pool filter looks clogged with oak tree debris.

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I am thinking … of unclogging it.

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I am thankful for … less demands on my time.

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From the kitchen … I just finished making cinnamon toast with my daughter (for her, a protein shake for me).

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I am wearing … jeans and a purple polar bear t-shirt I purchased in Alaska.

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I am creating … rather “generating” a desire to start a square garden like the one in Mind in the Heart’s blog.

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I am going … to go to Walmart to shop for vegetable plants and for tomorrow night’s dinner (we’re bringing the steak even though it’s Friday) at a friend’s house. She invited all of us!

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I am reading … more like slowly plodding through the same friend’s recommendation of Princess Ben to preview it before I pass it on to my daughter, it’s intended audience.

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I am hoping … to make it to Walmart.

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I am hearing … Jeremy and Rachel’s science video, and Rebecca asking me a question about her school.

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Around the house …I have Pysanky eggs and materials calling me to start making it again for next spring’s sale.

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One of my favorite things … my husband bringing me breakfast in bed.

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A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week[end]: the aforementioned outing, and breakfast in bed the next morning.

Icons represent the great cloud of witnesses spoken of in Hebrews 12:1.

(Icon and info on the Saints of the Kiev Caves from this Ukrainian Orthodox site)

Both Sides Now

Rows and flows of angel hair,
And ice cream castles in the air,
And feather canyons everywhere,
I’ve looked at clouds that way.

But now they only block the Sun,
They rain and snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done,
But clouds got in my way.

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow,
It’s cloud illusions I recall,
I really don’t know clouds, at all.

Moons and Junes and ferris wheels,
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real.
I’ve looked at love that way.

But now it’s just another show,
You leave ‘em laughing when you go.
And if you care, don’t let them know.
Don’t give yourself away.

I’ve looked at love from both sides now,
From give and take, and still somehow,
It’s love’s illusions I recall.
I really don’t know love, at all.

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.

But I’m very thankful for my blessings which is hopefully also apparent.

Cloudy days hide the unobliterable sun.

Insults are clouds.

Sins are clouds.

We must pray the clouds away so that we can grow in the nourishing light and not shrink.

Some clouds stay longer than others.
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I’m a disillusioned optimist, not a cynical pessimist.

I don’t see the difference in half-full and half-empty because it’s still the same amount of water, and we are meant to have our cups overflow, our telos, and sometimes it seems to and sometimes it doesn’t. If we say we’ve reached a state of overflowing we’re either deluded or fixing to be spilled, and if we say we haven’t, we lack faith or the dispassion that comes when a permanently full cup is realized.

Clouds are made of water.

I have had some disappointments in my previously idyllic neighborhood. George and I moved here eight years ago from the central part of town because we outgrew my 30’s era, quaint wood-floored but one bathroomed home, and loved the out of town, rural environment, with its very small, quiet, one entrance neighborhood where everyone has at least an acre, and which is surrounded by ranches and hills. We got a great deal on our home as the previous owner had built it just before his wife left him. He was disillusioned with his dream-life/home, and behind on his taxes, so he pretty much sold it for cost to keep the IRS from seizing his profits.

But then they built a huge shopping center on the main highway which increased traffic on our ranch roads, as well as increasing the light pollution at night. We used to see a lot of stars. And more recently, one of the ranches adjoining our neighborhood sold its 45 acres to be developed for housing. My heart ached as I heard the bulldozers, in orcish fashion, cracking down groaning, longstanding oak trees behind our property. At least each custom designed house will be spread out on acre lots, and the front entrance has a nice, but faux, wooden ranch fence.

I mentioned last week that we were starting to take walks out on the ranch road. It was pretty nerve-wracking to be forced to walk in the culvert to avoid the traffic which I hadn’t realized had increased so much on a nearby road. There is a lot of natural gas drilling going on in our surrounding counties and the amount of loud trucks that it takes to haul the drilling materials is ridiculous. They’re going to have to repave all our roads, which will need to be widened when they’re through because of the new super bright shopping centers and car dealerships.

But maybe it wouldn’t be too compromising to find an unexpected boon. Yesterday we decided to walk the other direction and ended up walking through the newly paved road loop of the new, but still houseless, neighborhood. By the way, there are some aggressive dogs in our neighborhood, and the teenagers who ran over our sweet dog (Punkin, not Pippin) live there so I haven’t enjoyed walking our neighborhood for a while. We don’t stay on the heavily trucked road for very long if we cut into the new neighborhood, and the cleared land still has some trees on it and the view of the nice, rolling property is much better from the inside. And it makes the mile walk much safer. Hopefully we will get some nice neighbors who have good taste in building who will keep the walk enjoyable. I wish ranch roads were more pedestrian friendly because I’d rather walk amid the cows, goats, horses and donkeys along that route, if it were as peaceful as these pictures show.

Here’s an opportunity. How about planting seeds in a Cambodian orphanage called New Futures?

I heard about this orphanage on the Orthopraxy blog, and when it was again highlighted on the Filioque blog I checked it out and was compelled to give. If a few more people will give a small donation of $25, $35, or $45, they would reach their current goal pretty quickly so that they can improve their new facility which has no electricity. They also are beginning to learn farming so that they can have more sustainable food sources and not rely so heavily on increasingly expensive rice.

You can give to New Futures at the Give Meaning website.

It is not forgetting unconfessed or unrepented from sin, or from whence I have come.
It is not cold disregard.
It is not giving up on improvement.

It is getting free of an unhealthy attachment to a certain type of positive attention and affirmation from others which is mostly rooted in pride.
It is seeing the work of improvement and purification, as God’s doing with my willing cooperation, but that at the same time, His yoke is easy and His burden is light.
It is learning to not be easily offended.
It is learning that I am not abandoned.
It is letting people have the wrong(?) impression of me while seeking to improve my communication.
It is in learning that it is not my responsibility to change things to my way of thinking, but having the freedom to express myself if it seems right to do so.
It is accepting criticism, confrontation, and feedback that may reveal that I’m not as great as I think I am, without utter shame, but with humble gratitude.

Freedom is in rightly understanding and walking in God’s precepts, commandments, and statutes, which are not burdensome, but life-giving.

Taki’s Magazine has an interesting article on the decline of the humanities departments in universities. It seems to suggest that students aren’t as interested in learning about the meaning of life as they are in making a living. This indicates to me that there is a disconnect between the intelligentsia in this country and the working class. Apparently the wise ones do not need to earn a living, or I guess they feel that people should appreciate their wisdom enough to supply their living for them. Just for being? And what does “being” mean again? I love the anecdote in the comments about Duke University hiring the best English Department in the country and then having them almost self-destruct the department because apparently great minds do not think alike.

Not that I think the humanities are unimportant. I do however have a fear that most people cannot earn a very good living with an advanced degree in them except as a professor or rarer, a popular author. They seem to me to be best studied as an undergraduate to enhance a continued path toward a law degree or political career or even a career in business. The humanities provide an opportunity to study people and life which can make a person more well-rounded, and they help people communicate better. There is value to a well-expressed view even if it is wrong, which brings me to NeoChalcedonian’s quote on his philosophy blog,

Why study philosophy? To reach truth, of course. But when you consider for how many centuries philosophers have been pursuing the truth, and how widely they still differ, what are your chances of capturing that truth? Not high, one must agree. Is the study therefore wasted? Not at all. For if you pursue the truth seriously, and fail to get it, as you may, you come out with a mind invaluably honed and whetted, and that in itself is prize enough. (Brand Blanshard)

As this quote says, philosophy, and I would say even psychology, history, and literature, does not bring us to ultimate, contextualized truth. Critical thinking can help us recognize what isn’t true, but only revelation will reveal what is. This is why I’m not so worked up against post-modernism. It is a reaction against misrepresented truth, imo. Not that they have the answers either, duh. My main objection is against the immorality and atheism among secular post-modernists. The truth of the meaning of life and the source of joy is in my view the Orthodox Church, which is barely represented in America’s schools and universities. Without the proper balance you have guilt-and-shame, externally imposed morality, while maintaining a rationalistic, secular view of truth, or an anything-goes, undisciplined shallow, liberal, or given-up-on view of truth.

As I consider these things, so far we have chosen the moral, rational, with the naive premise of universal, self-evident, view of teaching truth for our son who’s interested in the humanities, though he is going to focus more on a math degree until he can get into an Orthodox Seminary. With another son, we’ve chosen a technical university for engineering for his chosen career in that field. Our oldest son is pursuing an undergraduate business degree that I do not relate to at all, but I’m not going to dictate his path. Nevertheless, I hope someday that America will have more Orthodox options for lower and higher education.