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From the ‘Great Advice From Editors’ Department…

29-Mar-13

Charles Darwin, finally approaching a publisher with his Origin of Species:

Publisher John Murray, fearing a financial fiasco, had balked at the 500-page manuscript, and initially asked that Darwin cut it down and focus the work on pigeons because “everybody is interested in pigeons.”

From Archaeology magazine.  So good I hope it’s true.

Saint Augustine and Religious Empiricism.

20-Mar-13

There was a little bit of Facebook hullabaloo over this Tuesday’s march against gay marriage in D.C., which is being promoted by Catholic bishops.  As usual, the bishops going out of their way to prevent non-Catholics from getting things like hospital visitation rights is a good indicator of the general fact that if you want to be a good person you must not listen to bishops.  The good news is that Catholics have been aware of this for a long time.

It did make me think about the decline of marriage, however, which is fairly undeniable: in the U.S., about fifty percent of adults are married now, down from seventy percent five decades ago (the statistics are almost precisely the same in Europe).

But I suspect that a great deal (though not all) of the statistical variance is just due to the nature of the data-collection, not the actual realities on the ground.  “Marriage rates” really measure “wedding rates,” i.e. the number of people who have weddings.  People who live with all the actualities of marriage but have not had the wedding do not figure in the statistics.  I suspect that if you add the marriages and the cohabitations you would come up with something more stable (though I don’t think it would add up all the way, I think it would be close).

Having had a wedding that did not lead to an actual marital state, and having seen marriages that did not have weddings, I wonder about what the future of these things will be.  I know that many religiously observant people aim principally at weddings: one person told me that she would sooner get married without cohabitation than cohabit without a wedding.

While there is not always such a conflict, if there were a choice that had to be made I myself would take reality before the seeming any day, and this issue made me think of Augustine and his discussion of pagan religion in City of God.  Everyone knows the new religious structures set in motion by Jesus eventually added pre-Christian rituals such as weddings to their practices, though the apostles probably never performed weddings and none of the early Christian sources mention marriage among the sacraments.  Legally the Romans defined marriage not by the performance of a wedding but by two things, cohabitation and the “affectio maritalis,” which is difficult to define but is more or less the intention to be man and wife, though it needed some legal signposting to be enforceable.  I find this online:

The affectio maritalis was actually the intention that the partners had to be husband and wife, which was expressed through their social and intimate behavior.

The affectio maritalis had three [legal] elements:  Nomen, or name, which was the wife taking her husband’s gens name; Tractatus, or treatment, which involved the husband formally treating his wife as a wife, in public and in intimacy, and viceversa; and finally, Fama or reputatio, which involves society’s knowledge of them being husband and wife.

There was no ritual involved – it was very matter-of-fact.  This was the legal definition of marriage in Jesus’s day.  Nowadays the conservative Christians would think of this as the Whore of Babylon come to town.

Let us go to Augustine.  He talks about how much trouble the Roman religion had when it encountered foreign nations.  The Roman religion was based on the idea that the worship of certain deities helped secure certain goods.  But there were nations like the Hebrews who managed to live with the goods, but without the worship:

Nor did their women invoke Lucina when their offspring was being incredibly multiplied; and that nation having increased incredibly, He Himself delivered, He Himself saved them from the hands of the Egyptians, who persecuted them, and wished to kill all their infants. Without the goddess Rumina they sucked; without Cunina they were cradled, without Educa and Potina they took food and drink; without all those puerile gods they were educated; without the nuptial gods they were married; without the worship of Priapus they had conjugal intercourse; without invocation of Neptune the divided sea opened up a way for them to pass over, and overwhelmed with its returning waves their enemies who pursued them. Neither did they consecrate any goddess Mannia when they received manna from heaven; nor, when the smitten rock poured forth water to them when they thirsted, did they worship Nymphs and Lymphs. Without the mad rites of Mars and Bellona they carried on war; and while, indeed, they did not conquer without victory, yet they did not hold it to be a goddess, but the gift of their God. Without Segetia they had harvests; without Bubona, oxen; honey without Mellona; apples without Pomona: and, in a word, everything for which the Romans thought they must supplicate so great a crowd of false gods, they received much more happily from the one true God.

This to me is the real reason why marriage – or rather, weddings – need such defense, which is that while they are nice – and I will say, my wedding was one of the best experiences of my life – they are not proving terribly necessary.  Weddings need defense only because they do not speak for themselves.  Augustine’s reasoning against paganism can be used against much sacramental theology, which makes sense, of course, because much of the Church’s sacramental life has been a slow-motion borrowing from paganism over the course of centuries.  My parents never had a wedding – they just lived together and raised three kids and lived publicly as husband and wife.  It’s hard to see what would need to be added to that to make it a marriage.

Silence.

16-Mar-13

I’ve been going through a period of being enchanted by life, and correspondingly disenchanted with the internet.  Even my emails have gotten short, which is unusual for a person who produces words by the thousand.

I’ve been working on my larger writing projects.  In fact it’s been a blessed time here, as the longer days mean new optimism and sun-driven happiness, while it’s still too cold to spend much time outdoors.  The result has been real creative work, which is a great joy.

I planted some lettuce to satisfy my vernal gardening instinct and it had a few nice days in the greenhouse while it was warm, but I was forced to bring the tray in when it turned bitterly cold (the greenhouse has not source of heat besides the sun, and on a cold, windy night it will freeze hard).  In general I never have any success here growing things from seed in the springtime.  It’s simply not warm enough in my cabin for seeds to willingly sprout.  Most seed germination seems to be accelerated by a constant 70 degrees and moisture.  The moisture I can provide, but constant temperature requires constant burning of fuel, which is not my lifestyle.  Most of the day the cabin is around 50 degrees, and if I go out for any length of time I let the fire go out and the cabin cool off even more.  One way or another, it’s been seven days and I may have one lettuce plant that has germinated, though the tray was outdoors in the fall and it could easily be some other type of plant.

I’ll be headed to Michigan shortly, and hope to see a bit of the country on the trips to and fro.  That might rejuvenate the blog a bit, though we will see.  As long as I’m working on the novel I am happy with my writing.

It has been cold here the past few days.  I have been reminded of the simple fact that there are usually no leaves on the trees for a good two more months.

The Felis Absconditus.

16-Mar-13

More bobcat visits.  Three nights ago it was particularly outrageous.  Because the night before I saw tracks which went back and forth in front of my house which were laid down between 8 p.m. and midnight, the following night I made it a point to shine a flashlight into the night every fifteen minutes.  At midnight I shined the light and saw nothing but fresh, even snow.  But at 12:15 – with me sitting by the window the whole time, seeing nothing – I shone the light and there were tracks EVERYWHERE in front of my house, to within five feet of my bottom step.  They zigged and zagged and crossed the area in front of the house multiple times.  I seized my coat and went outside and saw nothing but tracks.  I followed the tracks, which zoomed across the field into the deep woods, and saw, as usual, only more tracks, going further and further away.  I paused – I did not want to doggedly pursue this animal, for fear that would scare him off permanently.  So I returned to my cabin.

I wish for the powers of St. Francis, to befriend these animals without them losing their essential wildness.

The Elusive Friend.

08-Mar-13

The tracks from a week ago.

For most of this winter my cabin has been surrounded, continually, by the tracks of a four-footed carnivore – whom I have yet to see in the flesh.  He criss-crosses the property, sometimes crossing my lawn multiple times per night.  I have seen his tracks go under my extension and through the middle of my garden.  For the past few days I had a block of stale bread out in front of my house, which the birds were pecking at; when I got up yesterday I found the tracks of my four-footed friend where the bread had been, but the bread itself was gone.   Yesterday I stepped outside around eight p.m. to watch the progress of the storm, and was surprised to see fresh tracks go right by my house; he had passed by sometime after six p.m. when I had most recently been out.  At eleven p.m. I went outside again, and found circles of his tracks just ten feet from my front door: this close a visit with my lights on and the generator going.

I feel confounded by these close visits coupled with my inability to actually see this animal.  Sitting in the darkness staring out the window, I must confess, gets boring after about a half-hour, and even if I were to do that there would be no guarantee of seeing him.  The darkness on some nights is impenetrable, and I would not be able to see him even if he were ten feet away.  And occasionally shining a light into the darkness might frighten him away before he even got close.  Yet there is no other obvious low-tech solution.

Around in circles. This right by my firepit. Last night's tracks.

More tracks from last night, in front of my house.

I feel reasonably confident that a bobcat has visited the property this winter, and this may be the same animal.  But there is also a chance that this is a fox, as this kind of boldness – and omnivorousness – suggests the mind of a fox.  The tracks have been very indistinct in the wind and snow – they are obviously the tracks of a small, dainty carnivore (which is not a coyote, whose tracks are slightly different in shape).  As usual I am having camera troubles, but sometimes bad photos are better than no photos.

 

 

Puppies.

05-Mar-13

I went to a “puppy party” on Sunday with the breeder of “Mombaccus Icelandics.”  Follow the link if you want to see some utterly adorable puppies.  This kind of stuff – just playing with the puppies, having them bite your fingers, having them fall asleep in your lap – I have to say, does make one pretty satisfied with simply being alive.

Vodou Pilgrimage.

05-Mar-13

One of my Wildcat Mountain neighbors, Les Stone,  just won an award for photography for his photos of Voodoo practices in Haiti.  It’s pretty amazing work: follow the links for some of the photos (more on his site than on the award site).  The more I know about my neighbors up here, the more I’m impressed.  I’m also impressed by how poor we all are.  Support your artists, people.

Beech Bark Disease.

14-Feb-13

The bark of beech is famously smooth, providing a space for people to carve their initials.  But most beech in the Northeast, and almost all in the Catskills, is infected with beech bark disease, an imported European pathogen to which the American species has no resistance.  The young trees grow fine, until they reach about four inches in diameter, when they start to show signs of the disease.  For large trees, above a foot in diameter, the infection rate is nearly a hundred percent and the trees eventually succumb.  Beech is the only hardwood tree that can regenerate here in the Catskills under current levels of deer browse, but due to bark disease very few individuals will reach canopy-tree size in the next few hundred years.  Many trees do produce nuts, however, even with the disease, so there is hope that the tree can breed itself into resistance, with more bark-disease-resistant individuals succeeding better than their fellows.  Because of the extinction of the American chestnut, the beech is the only mast species in the high Catskills – the only tree that provides nuts for bear, deer, squirrels, chipmunks, turkeys, etc.

It is impressive how damaged the forest is, when you look closely at it.  The Catskill forest consists of only about ten or so full-sized tree species: sugar maple, red maple, beech, black cherry, white ash, yellow birch, white pine, hemlock, and (once) chestnut.  The chestnut is gone, the hemlock is affected by woolly adelgid and has mostly been wiped out, the white ash is now affected by the emerald ash borer and is expected to be wiped out, the beech is all diseased, there is a white pine disease and there has been an unexplained decline in sugar maple.  And because of deer, there are no young trees except pine and beech.  Sometimes I feel it will all be fine, and other times I think I’m just enjoying the last cocktail on the Titanic.

Wildcat Mountain Homestead.

14-Feb-13

Sunny Winter Days.

14-Feb-13

A pair of gorgeous, sunny winter days.  Cutting wood, as always.  I’ve been working on my Arabian Nights project, and making good progress.  Some sap dribbling out of the trees, but it quickly freezes – it’s still cold.  Happy days, after a period of darkness.