Do I exist?

If Mead's theory of self is accurate, and a self is formed by the subjective perception and internalization of the "generalized other", if we are who we are because so-and-so has said so, do we cease to exist when so-and-so does not say? And what if we do not participate in the recognized patterns of self expression? Do we take on a marginal existence? If no one affirms that we exist does the subjective perception of self dissolve?

( I think that this is the reason for marriage that is given in "Shall We Dance". Marriage as a witness. That's a lot of pressure on the other.)

It has recently been brought to my attention that I do not have a facebook. This is very deliberate. Protest? Perhaps, but really, I can not even keep up with Email, and blogging, if one looks, is not even consistent. I have a myspace that I last visited ... sometime. Why would I get a facebook? So that my friends know that I exist?

I begin to wonder about all the marginal who exist. Those who do not have face books. Or those who do not have faces perhaps. Selves passing selves holding power to confirm or deny existence. If this sounds humanistic I can not help it. I don't know how to talk incarnationally. A self might exsit apart from other selves, but I doubt it would be actualized aprt from them. And in this process there is more at work than the easy categories of dualism or pantheism.

I still don't get the incarnation. Apparently the bible is written by humans. Studying biblical criticism is highly disruptive. I need some weeds to pull but I am surrounded by snow.

Anyway, I think I do exist. Even if I do not have a facebook. hm. Can one use the same argument for God? He does exist even if he doesn't have a facebook?

To Kill a Mockingbird

EE Cummings!

wow cat

i thank you God for most this amazingday: for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky; and for everythingwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birthday of life and of love and wings: and of the gaygreat happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeingbreathing any-lifted from the noof all nothing-human merely beingdoubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake andnow the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Suppose a car was driving at 200mph?

I am fully in the world of the play. The center of my day is practice, though it does not start until 4:30 (ish). It lasts all evening, until about 10:30pm. Then it is catch up on people, sleep or work. Last weekend was set construction. We created Maycomb.


I love my house, but no pictures satisfy me right now. So here is one from London, a house I like too.

And the people.

I am right now blogging avoiding a paper that I should work on. I think I am going to attempt to combine music, virtue and isogesis to form a hermeneutic for reading scripture. I just don’t know how to really form my thoughts yet. So I am avoiding it.

I like making my study space messy.
Tea is necessary to punctuate brilliance.
I have not posted real pictures for a while. I lost my transfer thing.