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One believer’s view.

Fall Alignment – My Private Solstice

It happens every fall, this week, probably this day. I see it coming, even months ahead. As the day nears, I watch each morning – how soon? This morning, I first woke at 6am. I wanted to get up then. Lucky made me a morning person, against all odds, but cold, like the grave, is stronger than either of us. I looked at the clock again at 7:46am. When 7:47am clicked over, I got up and stepped out into the hall at the perfect moment, the moment of alignment.

How many times a day do we fail to see these moments when light strikes a mundane spot, turning it into an altar? I observe this special moment each fall, a week before Halloween, and again, each spring, about a week after Valentine’s Day.

Nature’s part in this display exceeds the other parts, but a sequence of steps brought this together. The house built with a door facing east, like half the houses on the block. The niche for a telephone and a laughably thin phone book. The door, added later, with a narrow window at just the right height, just the right shape. The glass pane with two blue spots, a gift from a bridesmaid, added years later to cover that narrow window. The katchina which largely replaced the chaotic clutter I contribute, the little treasures I handle daily and the older stuff I can’t let go of. All made sacred by 30 seconds of light twice a year. I’m grateful to bear witness.

For the first time (in 2009), the circle is notched in the upper-left by one of the bars on our new security door, the latest addition to the layers. The gap marks the inevitability of change and loss.

See the collection of photos grow twice a year: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mjhinton/tags/niche/

Updated 10/29/09: See the change 4 days later: http://www.flickr.com/photos/mjhinton/4055208123/

First published 10/25/09. Updated 10/26/10. On 10/26/10, I took the first photos at 7:47am — true story. Seems to be the magic moment.

"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less."

From Alice in Wonderland. Was Lewis Carroll mocking that view?

mjh’s blog — Do children understand irony? Does Science Daily?

It took me a long time to realize that I use the word irony differently from anyone I’ve ever discussed the term with. Most people speak of irony as intentional – “I was being ironic” – which is impossible for me. I prefer to call “intentional irony” sarcasm, as in “I’m sure you agree this is interesting …” Then there is real irony, which cannot ever be intentional, as I use irony. [read more]

As an update to that earlier blog post: I followed an exchange in which a writer made a categorical statement without any clear tone. A respondent explained the fallacy of the original statement. The original writer dismissed the correction with “I was being sarcastic.” Later, someone wrote: “Best use of sarcasm ever!! (see it is funny because you were actually being facetious).”

“Best use of sarcasm,” which may be hyperbole, is not quite as good as “I never tire of your sarcasm.” (Kitty on That 70’s Show.) I was moved by the need to correct sarcasm to facetiousness.

Words mean more than any one person can fully comprehend. Language is inherently inaccurate, no matter how precisely we use it. Not that you understand what I mean, which is neither arrogance nor an insult to you, simply an acknowledgement of language’s weakness. Sadly, we blame each other for misunderstandings when it is language that is to blame. (Or our mutual and equal failure to grasp that.)

I Don’t Hold Obama’s Religion Against Him – Some of my best friends believe in gawd (I don’t) and think religion is a good thing (ditto)

Obama explains ‘Why I’m a Christian’ during visit to Albuquerque « New Mexico Independent

South Valley resident Lisa Murphy had told the president she had three ‘hot-topic’ questions for him, including “Why are you a Christian?” …

“I’m a Christian by choice,” the president answered. “My family didn’t — frankly, they weren’t folks who went to church every week. And my mother was one of the most spiritual people I knew, but she didn’t raise me in the church. So I came to my Christian faith later in life.

Obama explains ‘Why I’m a Christian’ during visit to Albuquerque « New Mexico Independent

On one local news show, the reporter said, “Obama was asked why he chose Christianity.” That is not correct reporting and it subtly alters the impact of the question and answer.

This was the question asked of Mother Theresa, who answered it was the best way to serve god. That must be why god made me an atheist.

Do children understand irony? Does Science Daily?

It took me a long time to realize that I use the word irony differently from anyone I’ve ever discussed the term with. Most people speak of irony as intentional – “I was being ironic” – which is impossible for me. I prefer to call “intentional irony” sarcasm, as in “I’m sure you agree this is interesting …” Then there is real irony, which cannot ever be intentional, as I use irony. You worry about the safety of your car, so you trade it in for a new one. Driving out of the lot, you are hit and killed. That’s ironic. (As it would be, if I were hit by a car soon after writing this. I rarely challenge irony so publicly.)

To me, irony is beyond our control, which makes everyone else’s use of the word ironic. We recognize irony – we don’t plan and execute it. In fact, we appreciate irony. I think that may be the one thing that separates humans from all other creatures.

Do children understand irony? New study reveals they do

New research findings from the Université de Montréal reveals that children as young as four are able to understand and use irony.

Do children understand irony? New study reveals they do

The study does not determine whether children comprehend irony, as I use the word. In my idiolect, children understand sarcasm. Note, in fact, the irony that the title uses the wrong (IMO) term while the researchers do not.

"We examined children at home and took into consideration four types of non-literal language: hyperbole, euphemism, sarcasm[,] and rhetorical questions." … The study, which was done in collaboration with Holly Recchia from Concordia University, revealed that the children understood at least one ironic remark made by one of the parents. Although children can fully comprehend this language by age six, certain forms of irony such as hyperbole were understood at age four. In 22 of the 39 families studied, it was sarcasm that was best understood overall by the children.

“Ironic remark” is an oxymoron (for me), not real irony, but sarcasm. I wonder if the reporter made the leap that the “four types of non-literal language” are collectively irony. (Surely, euphemism isn’t irony.)

We think language can be so precise, yet it is all subject to interpretation. Ironic, isn’t it.

Overall, hyperbole and sarcasm were most often used during positive interactions with children, while euphemisms and rhetorical questions were mostly used in situations of conflict. Also, mothers and fathers did not use irony in the same way. Mothers were more inclined to use rhetorical questions and fathers preferred sarcasm.

Again, is the subsuming of the four types of non-literal communication under the irony umbrella something the reporter is choosing? Does the last sentence imply mothers were in conflict and fathers more positive? Or is there a gender basis for which of the four non-literal forms are used in a situation (taking both the parent and child’s gender into consideration). I think we need more grant money. (Sarcasm.)

I used to say sarcasm was my first language. I’ve always assumed I learned sarcasm from my mother. It would be ironic if that weren’t the case. Interesting that sarcasm is used in “positive interactions.” Another reason to associate sarcasm with my mother. It may also offer a hint at why some people have trouble grokking sarcasm.

"Children’s understanding of complex communication is more sophisticated than we believed in the past," says Alexander. "If parents are conscious that by age four a child can take a remark literally, especially in situations of conflict, using appropriate language can help defuse a potentially explosive situation."

Sigh. We spent the whole article learning that children comprehend non-literal communication at an early age and from that Alexander draws the conclusion that parents should be conscious that their kids “can take a remark literally.” WTF?! Isn’t the point that parents should learn that children can take a remark non-literally – that they (we, once) might understand more than the obvious or intended? Pffft.

PS: I suddenly realize the original study may have been done in French. Gawd knows what happened in translation. If I had been born a native French speaker, would I have the same view of a word everyone else uses differently from me? Language shapes mind. You are what you speak.


Synchronicity brings two other stories to my attention at the same time. It’s all related, if only here.

Children and adults see the world differently, research finds

Unlike adults, children are able to keep information from their senses separate and may therefore perceive the visual world differently, according to new research. … The results, published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, imply that children’s experience of the visual world is very different to that of adults.

Children and adults see the world differently, research finds

Children under four and children with autism don’t yawn contagiously

If someone near you yawns, do you yawn, too? About half of adults yawn after someone else does in a phenomenon called contagious yawning. Now a new study has found that most children aren’t susceptible to contagious yawning until they’re about 4 years old — and that children with autism are less likely to yawn contagiously than others.

Children under four and children with autism don’t yawn contagiously

I’m tickled that contagious yawning and appreciation of the four types of non-literal communication both click by the same age (four). Have you hugged your brain today?

An Unhappy Anniversary

photo of paintball woundLet me tell you the story that goes with this picture, if you don’t know it already. Seven years ago tonight, Merri and I were walking our dog Lucky around our neighborhood after dark as we did every night. On this occasion, a car sped up behind us. We heard two small explosions and each instantly felt searing pain in our backs. As awful as that pain was — and it was intense — it was nothing compared to seeing the expression on Merri’s face when she cried “I’ve been shot!” while grappling with my own overwhelming fear and pain. It was horrible and I wish a comparable misery on the shooter and his gang. The shooter who cackled wickedly as the car sped by.

Remember, guns don’t shoot people, idiots shoot people. And cowardly, brutal idiots shoot strangers in the back. peace, mjh

[originally posted 9/22/09]

A Year Later

burglary Time marches on. One year ago today, someone broke into our house. It was unpleasant, of course, but eventually you say ‘screw those jerks’ and move on.

The burglary was the third strike in 10 weeks: Mer’s car wreck, Lucky’s death, then, the burglary. Difficult times for us, though we know people who suffered far worse. And, the old makes way for the new: Mer inherited a car; we met Luke; and we got some nice security doors. The thieves are certainly no better off than they were a year ago, when their pathetic lives plowed into ours. Jerks.