Pygmalion by Jean-Baptiste Regnault, 1786, Musée National du Château et des Trianons |
Pygmalion by Jean-Baptiste Regnault, 1786, Musée National du Château et des Trianons |
What do a Diet Coke and a stack of student work to be graded have to do with each other? They both represent the unbridled thrill of making connections.
There is a reason I have not been blogging much lately. In fact, my previous post came out exactly seven months ago, so it is time for me to share with readers what is going on.
What is the role of design in the modern world? Does it only apply to decorating your bedroom, or could it be about something more? Industrial Design is a highly interdisciplinary field, and I recently had the opportunity to see some of the most recent designers who are about to shape how we interact with the world.
"Ask not for whom the bell tolls," advised John Donne, quickly adding, "it tolls for thee." Yet we may well ask for whom Homer tolls, or more accurately, for whom his song still sings today. Are his writings texts to be translated, merely "a bit of Greek construe" as a student once argued with Michael Redgrave in the classic film The Browning Version? Are they works to be mined to support this or that idea or cause du jour? And what has all this to do with the reigning question across social media at the moment, "How often do you think of the Roman Empire?
Many people talk about biblical illiteracy today, but what about God illiteracy, our misreading of God Himself? How do we fall into the trap of reading between the lines and seeing what is not there when it comes to God?
Astronaut Dr. David Bowman in 2001: A Space Odyssey |
Control is fun. Starting at a young age, every one of us wants more of it over more aspects of our lives. We begin to pick out our own clothes, decide what we want to eat, and, with our first tricycle, discover the thrill of plotting the course of our own journey. The pangs of anxiety that come with increased control as we fret over more significant decisions like whether to ask someone out on a date or which university to choose are quickly quelled by the sheer fun of the myriad smaller acts of control that decorate our lives. It's fun to customize our laptops with stickers and curate our own music lists online. Sooner or later, however, we discover that the pressures of control are no longer outweighed by the joys, and the best that many hope for is to keep the pressures and joys in balance. We play the stress of controlling our finances off against the pleasure of choosing where to go on vacation. Yet there is something far better and far more freeing, but it requires a bit of imagination and getting lost.
Which is the more difficult word, "love" or "antidisestablishmentarianism?" At first glance, many would say the latter, but that is because long, multisyllabic words seem scary. When you get right down to it, "antidisestablishmentarianism" is easy to break down into its etymological roots, and the definition is quite narrow and specific. It means the belief that a church that has received government support should continue to do so and should not be disestablished. "Love," on the other hand, is a word applied to a romantic interest, a favorite type of pizza, devotion to one's country, and the driving force behind the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. Through constant use and familiarity, it has taken on so many meanings as to be nearly meaningless, and the same is true of another common word, "faith." It has come to have a sort wispy sense, something light and delicate and otherworldly, but, as we will see, it is a concrete, robust word capable of supporting the massive edifice of a human life.
Trinity, Andrei Rublev, 1425 |
In 1982 a British hard rock band released its fifth album, and in 2023, the television game show Jeopardy! aired the latest of its more than eight thousand episodes. What could either of these possibly have in common? They each have something to say about contemporary biblical literacy.
Marcus Tullius Cicero, 106-43 B.C. |
While cleaning out some things at my mom's house, I ran across something she had saved from my freshman year at Indiana University. Apparently I had written a poem about a speech we had read in our Cicero class, and my dad had typed it up. What could have prompted a young man of eighteen to compose on such a topic? The answer can be found in 374 words.