harrumph!

Just time to note that Robin McKie’s profile of Richard Dawkins in yesterday’s Observer was one of the most frustrating cuttings jobs I have ever read. What really teed me off was this “He has maintained his fusillades of anti-cleric abuse, once utterly crushing the Bishop of Oxford, Richard Harries (a former scientist), in a debate over the common ground that exists between science and religion (no guessing what Dawkins’s view was)”. I am pretty certain that I know what he’s talking about. It was a debate in Edinburgh, which I also attended. The Bishop’s Christian name is not Richard. His surname isn’t Harries. His see isn’t Oxford. It was John Habgood, then Archbishop of York. My memory is less that he was utterly crushed (though he certainly came off worse) than that the two were debating quite different things. Dawkins beat him up about the Virgin Birth. Habgood wanted to talk about metaphor and truth.

It all seems a little unfair on the real Richard Harries, who has collaborated with Dawkins in the struggle against creationism, and who was royally shafted by Rowan Williams last summer over Jeffrey John.

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Even code gods

forget to renew their domains — look at Mitch Kapor’s Chandler project. Whois knows nothing of osafoundation.org this morning, either.

I’m sorry. I know you have been a good person all your life. I know you have deserved salvation, and — believe Me — God would have taken you to heaven, but it’s just … well, rules are rules; Gabriel forgot to renew the domain, and you have been redirected to spend eternity in a yahoo mailing list about Hugh Jackman instead.

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For travellers in August

Jonny Boatfield has a show coming up in Cambridge in mid-August: portraits of people in care homes around here. He sat and talked to them until he had their life stories. Then he drew what he saw. It’s at the Michaelhouse Centre.

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Tuglinge

I wonder, would David Blunkett let Tyndale in to England today? Henry VIII certainly didn’t, and had him burnt at the stake (after a merciful strangling) in 1536. I’m not at all sure that Tyndale qualifies as speaking English: whatever language this is, though, it is quite magnificent:

“As ye ēvious Philistenes stopped ye welles of Abraham ād filled them vpp with erth to put ye memoriall out of mīde to ye entent yt they might chalenge ye grounde: even so the fleshly mīded ypocrites stoppe vpp the vaynes of life which are in ye scripture wt the erth of theyr tradiciōs false similitudes & lienge allegories: & yt of like zele to make ye scripture theyr awne possessiō & marchaundice: and so shutt vpp the kingdome of heven which is Gods worde nether enterīge in thē selues nor soferinge them that wolde.

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Queen Susan of the Albanians

I bet you’re all so sunk in republican depravity that you didn’t even know Albania — like Narnia — had a Queen Susan. You should read the Daily Telegraph more. Queen Susan was an Australian drover’s daughter, who pitched up in Johannesburg, with her husband, the 6′ 9″ King Leka, son of King Zog I.

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creationism and schools

Just for the record, I went up last week to Middlesbrough to talk to the Vardy Foundation about their creationist tendencies. I spent nearly two hours talking to the headmaster, Nigel McQuoid, who is, I think, a full-on young earth creationist, who doesn’t believe that science could, even in principle disprove the account in genesis. But that’s not actually what matters.

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Where we are

OK. Tony Blair got off in the commons, partly because Robin Cook makes a much more credible spokesman for the opposition than Michael Howard. But on MOnday James Meek in G2, and Fisk in the Indie (links later: there’s something wrong with the NTL DNS) had long stories about journeys outside Baghdad which suggested a third factor: the British troops have managed somehow to keep out of the war in the American-occupied sector of Iraq.

I have seen no good reports on what is happening in the British sector for the last six months. I assume from this, as I am meant to, that everything is quiet there. But the Meeks, who spent five days with a marine batallion, makes it plain that the war continues fierecely where the Americans do patrol, while Fisk, who drive, with an Arab friend, to Najaf, shows that over huge swathes of the country they no longer even pretend to patrol. Especially interesting is his account of a ceasefire greement in Najaf listing the roads which the Americans are allowed to patrol on. So, where are the British troops patrolling outside the cities now?

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Where did all the money go?

The admirable Billmon has a statistic I don’t understand and can’t really believe: All told, real wages dropped more than 20 per cent between 1972 and 1992. I’ve often wondered what the political fallout would have been if that same decline had been administered the old-fashioned way – through direct pay cuts by employers instead of the gradual, indirect erosion of inflation.”

I can’t think of anything which Americans were able to buy 20% less of in 1992 than in 1972 — not even illegal drugs. So in what sense did real wages fall? The statistic I always remember is that for the “middle classes”, real wages have stayed approximately the same since the 1970s. This alone would produce a certain dissatisfaction and political savagery, especially in a culture where everything is always meant to be improving.

But maybe I am just showing a lack of imagination. Things that might be 20% less affordable for the average American include health care, child care, and housing.

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Freudian eyes

I caught sight of the Conservative party’s logo on a web site that people were being invited to mock, and I thought it represented some kind of delta-winged craft crashing after an erratic flight. Only later did I remember that it’s supposed to be a torch. I think my subconscious got it right first time.

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acid slug drool

There was a scare last weekend that gardeners would be prosecuted if slugs can be shown to feel pain. As far as most gardeners are concerned, the problem with slugs is that they don’t feel enough pain: compared to the exquisite torment suffered by the cauliflower which is eaten cell by cell, dissolved in acid slug drool over a period of weeks, the brief horror of sprinkling salt is merciful. But this is not the time to ask who in this discredited government will speak up for the cauliflower. The question is whether there is any truly humane way to deal with the animals that want to eat the plants which we would also like to eat, or even to admire.

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