Saturday, March 21, 2020

WHERE DID SPANISH FLU ORIGINATE? NEWTON IN THE PLAGUE YEARS; OCTOBER 1918 DEADLIEST;FAMOUS ITALIAN NOVEL DESCRIBES THE PLAGUE; AUTONOMY, SOCIAL STATUS, AND LONGEVITY

This still life was painted by — surprise! — Caravaggio. Note the imperfections — wilted or damaged leaves, a boo-boo on the apple, the spots on the pear. We are supposed to be reminded of death and decay. And right now we are certainly getting a heavy reminder of our fragility.

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MARY OF NAZARETH

Painters made her eternally
young and beautiful,
our virgin Aphrodite
with her glorious names:
Queen of Heaven,
Our Lady of the Flowers,
Star of the Sea.

But that’s not what she was
back in Galilee —
a small, skinny woman,
breasts and belly drooping
from ten births —

tossing seed to the chickens,
tying up the goat,
carrying water from the well —
shrinking darker and smaller,
wrinkled with the years.

Shrinking so small that nothing
real of her remained —
instead, the bright archangel
pointing with a sword-

like lily, to the terrified girl
announcing
the terrifying news —

In her modesty she doesn’t
even lift her eyes
from the book she’s supposed to read —
we know she couldn't read —
and lilies of obedience
tumble from her sinless mouth.

But I think that is her
in the parable of the lost coin —
the village woman who swept
every inch of her house,
rummaged in every chest and alcove,
poked into every jar —

and found
the coin and kissed it,
held it up high like a tiny sun —
then laughing ran to tell the neighbors.

That is the only
story about her one can trust.

~ Oriana



Roman coins used in Ancient Israel


Charles:

This poem made me smile and cry at the same time.
 
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In the dark times 


Will there also be singing? 

Yes, there will also be singing 

About the dark times.

~ Bertolt Brecht


Mary:

Singing in the dark times, of course. How else could we exorcise our fears, get through one long day of hours after another? And I see the attraction in reading about other times of plague, we want to know how it happened, how people made it through, how bad it might be, and what might be left after. Even, maybe especially, because none of this will be reassuring. We pride ourselves on our sophisticated medical technology, and yet see how simple numbers can overwhelm, and leave us with no treatment at all for too many, helpless as the medieval victim blaming contagion on bad air. The refrigerated morgue trucks outside New York hospitals are simply our version of the medieval death carts, and just as terrifying


 
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“Man starts over again everyday, 
in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.” ~ Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay


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AN ITALIAN CLASSIC ABOUT THE TIME OF THE PLAGUE

~ “It makes sense for people to return to what they know intimately at a difficult time, and The Betrothed is deeply ingrained in Italian popular culture, where its role is hard to overstate; it’s perhaps second only to Dante’s Divine Comedy. The historical novel is compulsory reading in schools across Italy, where students dissect it for a full school year. The prominence of Manzoni is such that many schools—including the one I attended—are named after him in Italy, while his characters, like Don Abbondio, became so popular in popular culture that even the Pope has occasionally referenced them in sermons.


The book had historical importance, too. Maria Gabriella Riccobono, a professor of comparative literature at the University of Milan, told me that it was the first important novel written for a wider audience in the Italian language—with earlier novels either of little value or written only for the elites. “To do that, he used lower-class protagonists and a language accessible maybe not to the many, but to most of the literate,” she added, adding that most Italians still couldn’t read when the novel was first published in 1827.


Forced by the lockdown to work from home, Riccobono has included the novel in her course this year and was uploading handouts for her students when we spoke. (She uploaded them to a personal blog after her university’s platform crashed repeatedly from overuse.)
The plot of The Betrothed is far from a Hollywood storyline. Renzo and Lucia—the two titular betrotheds—want to marry, but local squire Don Rodrigo, who wants Lucia, threatens the cowardly prelate, Don Abbondio, not to celebrate the couple. They are forced to flee, their unwavering love tested by a long series of daunting challenges, until the plague arrives in Milan, killing Don Rodrigo but sparing the heroes.


Most readers said the chapters about the plague, when Manzoni abandons his characters to tell the history of how the plague arrived in Lombardy, seemed the most realistic to them. In the book as in now, Lombardy was the main area of an initial outbreak. Then, like now, the disease arrived from abroad, Italian politicians (like the Spanish kingdom that ruled over Milan at the time of The Betrothed) were slow to react—and waiting facilitated the contagion. The population first ignored or denied the problem, then became overly suspicious about foreigners, then panicked.


“In those pages there is already everything [that we are living today],” Domenico Squillace, the principal of the Volta high school in Milan, wrote to his students in an open letter when the government decided to suspend schools on 24 February. “The certainty of the dangerousness of foreigners, the violent conflict among authorities, […] the uncontrolled rumors, the absurd remedies, the raids for goods of first necessity, the health emergency… More than from Manzoni’s novel, they seem like pages that came out of one of today’s newspapers.”


In other cases, readers took to the book not only to learn historical facts and predict the outcome of the pandemic, but to draw lessons. After the historical descriptions, Manzoni follows Renzo as he enters Milan and observes harrowing scenes—lynching attempts, grieving mothers, and quarantined families left without food, with their doors nailed against the wall to block them in.


Squillace told me that the parallel was useful because he thought it would teach his students a valuable lesson: when a pandemic strikes, he says, it’s easy to lose our humanity. “The risk,” Squillace said, “is that seeing the enemy everywhere poisons our life, our social interactions, barbarizes civil living.”


Luca Napolitani, a reader from Teramo, in central Italy, said what most fascinated him was the fact that the book’s ending showed how pandemics could be great levelers—when the plague hits, wealth and class don’t matter. “Even pious Lucia is ‘hardened’ by life towards the end of the book—a sign that hardships can test everyone, even those with strong religious values.”


Tiziana Benedetti, a retired elementary school teacher, told me that she found the novel’s most realistic character to be the aristocrat and intellectual Don Ferrante, a man who devotes most of his time to obscure studies, authors and disciplines. When the plague outbreak reaches Milan, he refuses to acknowledge it, instead formulating perplexing astrological and philosophical theories to account for reality. “He reminds me of the intellectuals of today who denied that the coronavirus was dangerous,” Benedetti said. “They live a life that is very far from everyday reality.”

At the end, Don Ferrante dies, killed by the plague he tried to refute.


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Meanwhile, as I had these conversations, I got closer to the epidemic. I spoke to the doctors on the frontlines and to the infected, to the people whose life is suspended by the lockdown and to the scientists trying to account for why this happened in Italy. And I realized that all these people would take to the book for very different reasons—finding a unifying one was always a doomed mission.

Professor Riccobono agreed; some might look for moral guidance or comfort, others may be trying to understand the reaction to the current pandemic through the mistakes of the book’s characters, and others are drawn to it simply because it was the pandemic-themed story they knew best. In almost all cases, though, reading The Betrothed was a defensive instinct, Riccobono said. “At the root of it, there’s our fear, and when fear is depicted in such an authentic way, we can exorcise it,” she said.


As another deadly pandemic takes hold, she said, turning to the old stories we know satisfies a primal impulse. We want to know how it ended for them and how it will end for us.” ~


https://lithub.com/italys-answer-to-coronavirus-is-a-classic-published-almost-200-years-ago/?fbclid=IwAR1WvtTs6-olrTnJPDpeucCN2koA7wT2ghyIqc5GuMK6yNZBhSuUGnBO_9A


Mary:

Can genius be inspired by catastrophe? The pressures of time cut short, the threat of death, the sense of being on the cusp of great change, along with the social isolation and suspension of ordinary business and occupation — I think all this can be a spur to creative invention and discovery. None of this comes easy to us — we are a gregarious,  social, busy species.

Quarantine is the reversal of all we find most normal, it goes against our basic herd instincts, leaving us all alone...like those prophets in the desert…where they had their best visions. Thrown back on our own resources, without the distractions of our usual everyday lives, we might find unsuspected resources, wells of inspiration  suddenly available and full of riches. Answers we can hear when it gets quiet enough, interests and abilities we suddenly have time for, all with the knowledge that time may be quite short.


Oriana:

Change often leads to inspiration — falling in love or the loss of love, travel to places quite different from home. And sudden isolation, yes, if typically we are with others. But fear . . . well, I suppose it depends on the degree. Terror, panic — those are never good things.

But history shows wars and other emergencies do lead to some benefits — inventions and discoveries that might otherwise take decades more, or never. Again, pressure and deadlines can be a terrific spur to creativity, but only if the potential creator does not slide into a state of panic. 


Newton, undistracted in his country house, well, that's a wonderful story, and even those desert hermits . . . Sometimes we need the synergy of being around other minds; at other times, solitude is best. We are certainly learning from this epidemic.

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We could use a chuckle:

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FAMOUS FIRST SENTENCES OF NOVELS REWRITTEN FOR SOCIAL DISTANCING

Mrs. Dalloway
:

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. Then she remembered the florist was closed. And the party was cancelled. Finally, some time to rest and reflect on her marital choices.

Swann’s Way
:

For a long time, I went to bed early. I wasn’t even that tired. It was more like, hey: here’s a good way to pass the time.

Middlemarch
:

Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by the same leggings and sweatshirt she has been wearing for the last five days.

Notes from Underground
:

I am a sick man… I am a spiteful man… I am a man who is going to McSorley’s to celebrate St. Paddy’s Day!!!

The Bell Jar
:

It was a queer, pandemic spring, the spring they cancelled all the orgies, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.

The Great Gatsby
:

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. “Whenever you feel like going to a restaurant,” he told me, “just remember there are people in this world whose immune systems haven’t had all the advantages yours has had.”


Moby-Dick
:

FaceTime me, Ishmael.

The Hobbit:


In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. He planned to stay there indefinitely in order not to make the lives of essential healthcare personnel more perilous.

Jane Eyre
:

There was every possibility of taking a walk that day, as long as we kept six feet between us and the others on the path.

Pride and Prejudice
:

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be hoarding toilet paper.


https://lithub.com/the-first-lines-of-10-classic-novels-rewritten-for-social-distancing/?fbclid=IwAR0hI1zP2UMqCSo7xQKyU2kTvYUwg_nHvUUoBGJCkiILNK674cn18OmgTvs


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WHAT ISAAC NEWTON DID DURING THE PLAGUE YEARS

~ “During the years 1665-67, the time of the Great Plague of London, Newton’s “genius was unleashed,” writes biographer Philip Steele. “The precious material that resulted was a new understanding of the world.”


In Shakespeare’s case, only decades earlier, the “plagues may have caused plays”—spurring poetry, fantasy, and the epic tragedies of King Lear, Macbeth, and Antony and Cleopatra. Newton too was apparently inspired by catastrophe.


These years of Newton’s life are sometimes known in Latin as anni mirabilies, meaning “marvelous years.” However, they occurred at the same time as two national disasters. In June 1665, the bubonic plague broke out in London…. As the plague spread out into the countryside, there was panic. Cambridge University was closed. By October, 70,000 people had died in the capital alone.


Newton left Cambridge for his home in Woolsthorpe. The following year, the Great Fire of London devastated the city. As horrifying as these events were for the thousands who lived through them, “some of those displaced by the epidemic,” writes Stephen Porter, “were able to put their enforced break from their normal routines to good effect.” But none more so than Newton, who “conducted experiments refracting light through a triangular prism and evolved the theory of colors, invented the differential and integral calculus, and conceived of the idea of universal gravitation, which he tested by calculating the motion of the moon around the earth.”


Right outside the window of Newton’s Woolsthorpe home? “There was an apple tree,” The Washington Post writes. “That apple tree.” The apple-to-the-head version of the story is “largely apocryphal,” but in his account, Newton’s assistant John Conduitt describes the idea occurring while Newton was “musing in a garden” and conceived of the falling apple as a memorable illustration. Newton did not have Netflix to distract him, nor continuous scrolling through Twitter or Facebook to freak him out. It’s also true he practiced “social distancing” most of his life, writing strange apocalyptic prophesies when he wasn’t laying the foundations for classical physics.


Maybe what Newton shows us is that it takes more than extended time off in a crisis to do great work—perhaps it also requires that we have discipline in our solitude, and an imagination that will not let us rest. Maybe we also need the leisure and the access to take pensive strolls around the garden, not something essential employees or parents of small children home from school may get to do. But those with more free time in this new age of isolation might find the changes forced on us by a pandemic actually do inspire the work that matters to them most.” ~

http://www.openculture.com/2020/03/isaac-newton-conceived-of-his-most-groundbreaking-ideas-during-the-great-plague-of-1665.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OpenCulture+%28Open+Culture%29


Woolsthorpe Manor Home, England, where Isaac Newton retreated to escape the 1665 Bubonic Plague

OCTOBER 1918 WAS THE DEADLIEST MONTH IN THE US

~ “The first officially recorded case of what has been called the “mother of all pandemics” occurred in early March 1918, at a U.S. Army training camp in Kansas. After mess cook Albert Gitchell complained of flu-like symptoms in the morning, another 107 soldiers followed by lunchtime. Five weeks later, more than 1,000 soldiers had been infected and 47 were dead. The deadly influenza tore through the overcrowded army training camps populated by one million new recruits, and the doughboys sent to Europe in the spring of 1918 carried with them infinitesimal microbes that proved as lethal as their guns. 


After subsiding over the summer, a second, even more powerful wave of influenza swept across the United States after two sailors in Boston contracted the illness. The flu quickly reached nearby military installations such as Camp Devens before spreading to civilian populations across the country. 


Working 16 hours a day, Grist saw patients who arrived with coughs, sore throats and high fevers “very rapidly develop the most viscious type of pneumonia that has ever been seen.” Within hours, mahogany spots dotted soldiers’ cheeks before their faces turned such a dark shade of blue or purple from a lack of oxygen in their blood that Grist reported it became “hard to distinguish the colored men from the white.” Patients bled from their noses and ears, gasped for air as fluid filled their lungs and eventually suffocated from their own mucus and blood. 


This influenza strain was more virulent than any seen before or since, and instead of striking the very old and the very young, it cut down otherwise healthy young adults such as the soldiers preparing for war. 


Some saw an enemy hand at work. Rumors spread that the Kaiser’s U-boats had released poison clouds in American ports and that German pharmaceutical company Bayer had tainted its aspirin tablets. Preachers such as Billy Sunday blamed sin for the seemingly biblical plague. They were as good an explanation as any at a time when scientists knew much less about viruses, which were too small to be seen by the microscopes of the day. The U.S. Navy Bureau of Sanitation reported bacteria caused the illness and advised that “fresh air and sunshine kill the germ in a few minutes.” 


In some cases, more concerned about the spread of panic than the flu itself, public health authorities downplayed the risks. “There is no cause for alarm if precautions are observed,” proclaimed U.S. Surgeon General Rupert Blue. Not wanting to run afoul of censorship laws that called for up to 20 years in prison for printing anything the government deemed detrimental to the war effort, newspapers under-reported the rapid spread of the pandemic.
While news of the influenza was suppressed in the United States, France and Great Britain, that was not the case in Spain, which remained neutral in World War I. Wire service reports of a flu outbreak in Madrid in the spring of 1918 led to the pandemic being called the “Spanish flu,” even though it originated elsewhere. [Oriana: the current theory is that it originated in China]


Life in much of America came to a standstill in October 1918 as municipalities shuttered public gathering places such as schools, churches, theaters and saloons. With the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention still decades away from establishment, however, responses to the pandemic varied from city to city. In San Francisco, judges held court sessions outside in public squares, and citizens who did not wear protective gauze masks—dubbed “mask slackers” by the press—could be fined $5 or even sent to jail. “Obey the laws, and wear the gauze,” urged public service posters. 


Arguing that children would be safer surrounded by school nurses than at home, New York City Health Commissioner Royal Copeland chose to keep schools open along with other public venues. In one concession, Copeland mandated staggered opening and closing hours of businesses and factories in order to minimize rush-hour crowds on subway trains.
Few cities were struck harder than Philadelphia where Public Health Director Wilmer Krusen ignored pleas from doctors and refused to cancel a parade to promote the sale of government war bonds that was attended by 200,000 people. “Three days later every bed in the city’s hospitals was filled,” says Kenneth C. Davis, author of “More Deadly Than War: The Hidden History of the Spanish Flu and the First World War.” “Philadelphia was almost on the verge of a total collapse as a functioning city.”


After taking the lives of 195,000 Americans in October 1918, the Spanish flu dissipated as quickly as it had arrived, although it had a brief resurgence after crowds flooded city streets to celebrate the November 11 announcement of the armistice. Between war and sickness, life expectancy fell from 51 to 39 years of age in 1918, according to Davis. 


By the time it abated in 1920, the Spanish flu had killed 675,000 Americans and left hundreds of thousands of children orphaned. Not only did more Americans die of the Spanish flu than in World War I, more died than in all the wars of the 20th century combined. Globally, the pandemic infected a third of the planet’s population and killed an estimated 50 million people. 


Yet for all the lives lost and changed forever, the Spanish flu quickly faded from public consciousness. “It fell into this black hole of history,” Davis says. “Impacted families never seemed to talk much about it, perhaps because it was so terrible that no one wanted to think about it again. That’s the way the country also dealt with it.” 


While it may have gone unmentioned, the Spanish flu left a lasting imprint in the decades to come. “The combination of the flu and the war made Americans afraid of what was out there in the wider world, so there was a growing notion of becoming an isolationist country and keeping out foreign elements,” Davis says. “It combines for a period of great fear—fear of communism, bolshevism and socialism. There’s a tremendous growth of the Ku Klux Klan because people were afraid of what was foreign. The whole nativist impulse was fed by people’s fear generated by flu and war.

https://www.history.com/news/spanish-flu-deaths-october-1918?fbclid=IwAR3dgPHDJPeLFEHy3fgtTdDAnsE_hbekzvjP8D2PqiTimDpYpMa6RQEP1Lw


Mary:

Unfortunately another effect of such pandemics is casting blame on and great fear of the outsider…anyone "not us" becomes a possible source of evil intent and infection. Chauvinism and nationalism grow. Conspiracy theories gain traction. Isolationism looks ever more sensible and desirable. We've got to expel the strangers, tighten our borders, get rid of any evil others in our midst. This is a great danger, especially seen in the light of the current world wide tendency to the far right already notable. It will get worse.

So, must we despair? No, and no, and no. In the dark times acts of human tenderness and generosity shine fiercely bright. It is like that crucial shift in perspective that banished your depression — rather than waste time lamenting your losses, use that time to do all you can, do what you love, rejoice in your luck at having time at all, and live it fully and well. Meister Eckhardt said what it is well to remember — life is its own reason for being, glorious from the smallest most minute particle to the great sweep of the universe through time. Being is, and always was, its own meaning. Life is its own sufficiency, always, no matter the time or circumstance, reason to rejoice.

Even if we're scared, I think, knowing we're all going to lose, if not our own life, inevitably some of those we know and care for, before this is over.

 

 
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WHERE DID THE SPANISH FLU ORIGINATE?

~ “The global flu outbreak of 1918 killed 50 million people worldwide, ranking as one of the deadliest epidemics in history.

For decades, scientists have debated where in the world the pandemic started, variously pinpointing its origins in France, China, the American Midwest, and beyond. Without a clear location, scientists have lacked a complete picture of the conditions that bred the disease and factors that might lead to similar outbreaks in the future.


The deadly "Spanish flu" claimed more lives than World War I, which ended the same year the pandemic struck. Now, new research is placing the flu's emergence in a forgotten episode of World War I: the shipment of Chinese laborers across Canada in sealed train cars.


Historian Mark Humphries of Canada's Memorial University of Newfoundland says that newly unearthed records confirm that one of the side stories of the war—the mobilization of 96,000 Chinese laborers to work behind the British and French lines on World War I's Western Front—may have been the source of the pandemic.


Writing in the January issue of the journal War in History, Humphries acknowledges that his hypothesis awaits confirmation by viral samples from flu victims. Such evidence would tie the disease's origin to one location.


But some other historians already find his argument convincing.


"This is about as close to a smoking gun as a historian is going to get," says historian James Higgins, who lectures at Lehigh University in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, and who has researched the 1918 spread of the pandemic in the United States. "These records answer a lot of questions about the pandemic."


Last of the Great Plagues


The 1918 flu pandemic struck in three waves across the globe, starting in the spring of that year, and is tied to a strain of H1N1 influenza ancestral to ones still virulent today.


The outbreak killed even the young and healthy, turning their strong immune systems against them in a way that's unusual for flu. Adding to the catastrophic loss of lives during World War I, the epidemic may have played a role in ending the war.


Even as the pandemic's origins have remained a mystery, the Chinese laborers have previously been suggested as a source of the disease.


Historian Christopher Langford has shown that China suffered a lower mortality rate from the Spanish flu than other nations did, suggesting some immunity was at large in the population because of earlier exposure to the virus.


In the new report, Humphries finds archival evidence that a respiratory illness that struck northern China in November 1917 was identified a year later by Chinese health officials as identical to the Spanish flu.


He also found medical records indicating that more than 3,000 of the 25,000 Chinese Labor Corps workers who were transported across Canada en route to Europe starting in 1917 ended up in medical quarantine, many with flu-like symptoms.


Origins Debated


The Spanish flu reached its height in autumn 1918 but raged until 1920, initially gaining its nickname from wartime censorship rules that allowed for reporting on the disease's ravages in neutral Spain.


Physicians began debating the origin of the pandemic almost as soon as it appeared, Higgins says, with historians soon joining them.


France's wartime trenches, ridden with filth, disease, and death, were originally seen as the flu's breeding ground. The flu's tendency to strike young adults was explained as the disease targeting itself to young soldiers in trenches. The theory also purported to explain how the illness spread from Europe to cities such as Boston and Philadelphia by pointing a finger at returning troop ships.


A decade after the war, Kansas was identified as another possible breeding ground, due to reports of an influenza outbreak there that spread to a nearby Army camp in March 1918, killing 48 soldiers.


But in his study, Humphries reports that an outbreak of respiratory infections, which at the time were dubbed an endemic "winter sickness" by local health officials, were causing dozens of deaths a day in villages along China's Great Wall. The illness spread 300 miles (500 kilometers) in six weeks' time in late 1917.


At first thought to be pneumonic plague, the disease killed at a far lower rate than is typical for that disease.


Humphries discovered that a British legation official in China wrote that the disease was actually influenza, in a 1918 report. Humphries made the findings in searches of Canadian and British historical archives that contain the wartime records of the Chinese Labor Corps and the British legation in Beijing.


Sealed Railcars


At the time of the outbreak, British and French officials were forming the Chinese Labor Corps, which eventually shipped some 94,000 laborers from northern China to southern England and France during the war.


"The idea was to free up soldiers to head to the front at a time when they were desperate for manpower," Humphries says.


Shipping the laborers around Africa was too time-consuming and tied up too much shipping, so British officials turned to shipping the laborers to Vancouver on the Canadian West Coast and sending them by train to Halifax on the East Coast, from which they could be sent to Europe.


So desperate was the need for labor that on March 2, 1918, a ship loaded with 1,899 Chinese Labor Corps men left the Chinese port of Wehaiwei for Vancouver despite "plague" stopping the recruiting for workers there.


In reaction to anti-Chinese feelings rife in western Canada at the time, the trains that carried the workers from Vancouver were sealed, Humphries says. Special Railway Service Guards watched the laborers, who were kept in camps surrounded by barbed wire. Newspapers were banned from reporting on their movement.


Roughly 3,000 of the workers ended up in medical quarantine, their illnesses often blamed on their "lazy" natures by Canadian doctors, Humphries said: "They had very stereotypical, racist views of the Chinese."


Doctors treated sore throats with castor oil and sent the Chinese back to their camps.
The Chinese laborers arrived in southern England by January 1918 and were sent to France, where the Chinese Hospital at Noyelles-sur-Mer recorded hundreds of their deaths from respiratory illness.


Historians have suggested that the Spanish influenza mutated and became most deadly in spring 1918, spreading from Europe to ports as far apart as Boston and Freetown, Sierra Leone.


By the height of the global pandemic that autumn, however, no more such cases were reported among the Chinese laborers in Europe.


"I'm not sure if this question can ever be fully answered," Taubenberger cautions, noting that even the origin of a smaller flu pandemic in 2009 still eludes certainty.


Ultimately, "these kinds of [historical] analyses cannot definitively reveal the origins and patterns of spread of emerging pathogens, especially at the early stages of the outbreak," Taubenberger said, of the new historical report.


In the end, however, knowing the origin of the disease might provide information that could help stop a future pandemic, making the search worthwhile.


History has a way of repeating, he says, and research into the origins of the 1918 flu could help prevent a scourge like that from happening again.” ~

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/news/2014/1/140123-spanish-flu-1918-china-origins-pandemic-science-health/



 
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How fragile we are,
between the few good moments.

~ Jane Hirshfield



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“They now knew that if there is one thing you can always want and get sometimes, it’s human tenderness.” ~ Albert Camus, The Plague
Oran, Algeria, the site of Camus's Plague (La Peste)
 

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MEDITATING (AGAIN) ON THE END OF MY DEPRESSION
 
This suddenly struck me as funny. One huge resentment that I used in order to maintain my depression was that I had no future; my future had been stolen from me. Then suddenly I got old enough to realize that OMG, I REALLY did not have a future! It was my last chance — if not to enjoy the present, then at least not waste it on lamenting what I’d lost. Instead of weeping over the glorious contribution I didn’t get a chance to make, “my gift ungiven,” I realized even the smallest contribution would be better than sitting there feeling miserable. On the outside, nothing changed. But inside, everything did.

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“For if life were questioned a thousand years and asked, ‘Why live?’ and if there were an answer, it could be no more than this: ‘I live only to live!’ And this is because Life is its own reason for being, springs from its own source, and goes on and on, without ever asking why — just because it is life.” ~ Meister Eckhart


It’s so ecstatic just to exist, I can’t understand why, not so many years ago, I was suicidally depressed and had automatic imagery wind itself through my mind like a shroud: the sight of my dead body from above, either shattered on the pavement after a jump from a high window or roof, or pale and stiff on the bed, having taken a massive overdose. The moment I decided not to be depressed, the imagery was gone. Evaporated. Instantly. After half a lifetime, simply gone! I marvel at the self-healing power of the brain, at the master neural network that took over. 


I happen to be reading a neurologist’s explanation of NDE’s, Kevin Nelson’s “The Spiritual Doorway in the Brain.” It’s a very lucid explanation of the calm and even bliss that people experience in moments of mortal danger. It is all inside the brain, produced by the brain, like all experience, including dreams and hallucinations — the mind/consciousness never leaves its bodily palace. Even in experiences of unity, a speck of the self remains, Meister Eckhart said; or, as neurologists might say, enough brain activity to lead us back to the memory synapses of self.


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JOSEPH CAMPBELL: THE “HOLY BOOKS” ARE A DEAD WEIGHT BORN OF TRIBAL CHAUVINISM; WHY A NEW MYTHOLOGY IS NOT GOING TO BE BORN


~ “The thing I see about the Bible that's unfortunate is that it’s a tribally circumscribed mythology. It deals with a certain people at a certain time. The Christians magnified it to include them. It then turns this society against all others, whereas the condition of the world is that this particular society that’s represented in the Bible isn’t even the most important. This thing is like a dead weight. It’s pulling us back because it belongs to an earlier period. We can’t break loose and move into a modern theology.


One of the great [unifying] promises of mythology is, with what social group do you identify? How about the planet? To say that the members of this particular social group are the elite of God’s world is a good way to keep that group together, but look at the consequences! I think that what might be called the sanctified chauvinism of the Bible is one of the curses of the planet today.


[But a new mythology is not likely to be born] I don’t think anything of that kind will happen because there are too many points of view floating around the world. All myths so far have been within bounded horizons.” ~


Interviewer: ~ “The sacred literature of all major religions is written in the language of the Empire Era, and is deeply entangled with the warlord consciousness. If we are to move forward, we need to look at these texts with clear eyes, able to see tribal chauvinism, male chauvinism, militarism, etc., for what they are. Only then will we be able to translate the wisdom they do have into a fresh language appropriate to the planetary era.” ~


 (I typed this from loose pages; apologies for not having a link)

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~ “I cannot believe that any religion has been revealed to Man by God. Because a revealed religion would be perfect, but no known religion is perfect; and because history and science show us that known religions have not been revealed but have been evolved from other traditions.” ~ Robert Blatchford, writer, journalist, and freethinker in God and My Neighbor (1903)


Oriana:


The crucial idea here is that religions borrow from other religions and, above all, evolve. The evolution of religion is part of the overall cultural evolution. If that were understood — that humans create and slowly shape religions — I think a lot of nonsense would fall away, and we would perhaps finally be able to select from religions those parts of them that are beneficial.


Robert Blatchford

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from the Journals of Susan Sontag: IT'S TIME FOR HOMER


[David is Sontag's son.]

1/14/57

Yesterday David announced, as he was being prepared for bed, "You know what I see when I shut my eyes? Whenever I shut my eyes I see Jesus on the cross." It's time for Homer, I think. The best way to divert these morbid individualized religious fancies is to overwhelm them by the impersonal Homeric bloodbath. Paganize his tender spirit . . . 

Oriana:


My tender spirit was certainly paganized as soon as we had Ancient Greece in history lessons. And yes, it was a potent factor in leading me to atheism.

The gore in the Iliad was too much for me, though. I greatly preferred the Odyssey.

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HAVING CONTROL OVER YOUR LIFE PREDICTS WELL-BEING AND LONGEVITY


~ Low control leads to chronic stress. High-status work, on the other hand, tends to be associated with greater control, more power, and better health.


~ the lower the grade of employment, the higher the risk of heart disease. But not just heart disease, every major cause of death.


“The conditions in which we live
that foster autonomy and control over life, love, happiness, social connectedness, riches that are not measured by money affect illness.”

(Oriana: I’m also reminded of the primate study where the alpha males were removed from the group. The health of the remaining animals improved. The very presence of “dominators” is stressful to the subordinates.)


“You probably didn't realize that when you graduate from college you increase your lifespan, or that your co-worker who has a slightly better job is more likely to live a healthier life. In this groundbreaking book, epidemiologist Michael Marmot marshals evidence from nearly thirty years of research to demonstrate that status is not a footnote to the causes of ill health — it is the cause. He calls this effect the status syndrome.


The status syndrome is pervasive. It determines the chances that you will succumb to heart disease, stroke, cancers, infectious diseases, even suicide and homicide. And the issue, as Marmot shows, is not simply one of income or lifestyle. It is the psychological experience of inequality — how much control you have over your life and the opportunities you have for full social participation-that has a profound effect on your health.”


“In rich countries, Marmot states, most people have the basic resources necessary for life. But they do not have, as the Whitehall II studies demonstrated, control over their lives — the power to live as they want. The lower that people stand in the hierarchy, the less they have a sense of controlling their own destiny. Low control leads to chronic stress. 


High-status work, on the other hand, tends to be associated with greater control, more power, and better health. Stress, of course, isn't always a bad thing. Our quick response to a short-term stressor — our flight from an attacker, say — may sometimes save our lives. But studies of other primates have helped researchers understand how chronic stress overwhelms our systems and leads to most of the diseases of modern life. 


And the chronic status dynamics that Marmot unveils start their overwhelming early in life. Our well-being, he shows, is directly related to where our parents stood on the ladder of hierarchy. In this area, Marmot considers intergenerational phenomena surrounding mothering behaviors that are transmitted nongenetically and influence our health.


~ From the Amazon description of The Status Syndrome by Michael Marmot


From an interview with Michael Marmot:


In the 1970s, the conventional wisdom was that it was the business executive who had a high rate of heart attacks. It was the person with “executive stress” who was striving, hard driving. People would say, “Don’t work so hard, you’ll get a heart attack.” That was the conventional wisdom.


What we found in Whitehall was that *the lower the grade of employment, the higher the risk of heart disease. But not just heart disease, every major cause of death.* And that was a bit shocking. The higher the grade, the better the health. The lower the grade, the higher the mortality rate and the shorter the life expectancy,in this remarkably graded phenomenon. So if you were second from the top, you had worse health than if you were at the top; if you were third from the top, you had worse than if you were second from the top ― all the way from top to bottom.


The other striking thing about Whitehall is that no one of them is poor in the conventional sense. We’re used to thinking that poverty is bad for health, and so it is. Poverty is dreadful for health.
But even the lowest grades of British civil service are not poor in any absolute sense of the word.


And certainly it’s a puzzle why somebody who is a senior executive officer should have a higher risk of death and a shorter lifespan than somebody who is above him in the hierarchy who is a
senior administrator, and the senior executive officer would have lower risk than an executive officer, who would have a lower risk than a clerical officer.


What we found in Whitehall turns out to be a remarkably general phenomenon. It was seen in the national statistics in Britain. Then “classless” countries like the United States and Australia and Scandinavia said, “Well, we wouldn’t find that here, because we don’t have social classes like they do in Britain.” And of course, once people started to look at the United States and Australia and Canada and Scandinavia, they found social gradients in disease of the same order as those we found in Britain. So it was not because the civil service is atypical, and it was not because Britain is a class-ridden society. We find these social gradients in health everywhere.



We have strong evidence that there are two important influences on health in explaining the hierarchy in health. The first is autonomy, control, empowerment. People who are disempowered, people who don’t have autonomy, people who have little control over their lives, are at increased risk of heart disease, increased risk of mental illness. In the Whitehall studies, increased risk of absence from work and increased risk of decrements in functioning, in physical, psychological and social functioning. So autonomy, control, empowerment turn out to be a crucial influence on health and disease.

 
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ending on beauty:

The I is a pine,
resinous, flammable root to crown,
which throws its cones as far as it can in a fire.

~ Sharon Olds, Take the I Out


Van Gogh: Pine Trees at Sunset




Saturday, March 14, 2020

JOJO RABBIT: LOVABLE HITLER; WHY POLAND WAS SPARED THE BUBONIC PLAGUE; WHAT MAKES MEN HAPPY; WHY ZEBRAS HAVE STRIPES; BEST ALCOHOL FOR DISINFECTING

Klimt. Is this image too idyllic in the time of a pandemic? I think it’s exactly what we need now.

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FORGETTING
Mazury region, former East Prussia

In the forest near the lake we found,
half-buried in white sand,
a weather-scarred plaque
with the name of a German village.

We stared at the sharp fence
of the Gothic alphabet.
Around, like a prayer for the dead,
the long shush of wind in the pines.



I repeated the name of the vanished
village like a spell. 


I thought we’d always find

that greenest of all the lakes,


crowned with the tallest pine
where we sheltered from rain.
He put his jacket around me.


The needles shone with drops,


a forest of crystal. But I forgot
the spell — the lake nameless 


among a thousand lakes,

the evenings hyphenated


with gold dashes of the fireflies.
The village weathered into silence —


a memory of a forgetting

I would remember all my life.

The name started with an A,


as in always, and ended
with an N, as in never.
In between, forest and wind —

the dead keening for the dead
in the amber forgetting of pines.

~ Oriana

This poem mourns the ease with which forgetting happens, sometimes mocking our vow to remember “forever” — just as we blindly promise every new lover, “I’ll always love you.” Life rushes on and we forget — which is mostly a blessing.

I have another poem, “Halloween Birches,” written much later, in which I hope to be remembered — but a new wisdom is born.

The poem ends:

Only the souls of trees walked with me —

birches and beeches, maples, pines.
I whispered to them: Remember me.
They replied: It’s not important to be

remembered — only to be beautiful.

The moon flowed in the sky,
a slender canoe: Get in, not later but now.

 
It was very liberating to me to reach the conclusion that it’s not important to be remembered — only to be beautiful — and/or enjoy and share beauty — in the now.


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When it comes to the mysteries of memory and forgetting, Proust is supreme.

REASONS TO READ PROUST

~ Better even than James or Wharton, Proust is the consummate social novelist


He offers portraits of varied social classes that are psychologically resonant in ways other authors can’t even begin to replicate. For Proust, the duchess and the seamstress are of equal interest, their desires and shortcomings treated with the same deftness. That’s what makes the work so important and viable. It isn’t, as culturally assumed, an elitist, inaccessible collection of memories concerning aristocracy written by a weak, if not outright, invalid aristocrat. That is a reductionist viewpoint that couldn’t be further from the truth.

However, In Search of Lost Time is more than the transposition of people to page, an incisive look at the social lives, minds, foibles and aspirations of people you end up knowing more about than most family members. At root, it’s about the decisions people make or the customs they adhere to in the name of social customs. Whether you’ve ever flirted with an attempt at social ascendency, suffered from loneliness, or love to gossip: you, or someone like you but more French, is in this book.

If you or anyone you know is Jewish, you must read Proust. 

 
At the beginning of Annie Hall, Woody Allen’s Alvy Singer says, “I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.” This resonates with In Search of Lost Time in the same way its considerations of religion, ethnicity, and discrimination resonate with our time. Proust was half-Jewish, and one wonders about the amount of Rothian self-loathing he suffered from given the depiction of Jews throughout In Search of Lost Time. Instances of discrimination and anti-Semitism, specifically the Dreyfus affair, are prevalent. As a historical record, it’s fascinating and offers ringside seats to the anti-Semitic hysteria that seized France in the late 19th century. 


Most famously, and irritatingly, there is Bloch, narrator Marcel’s friend from childhood. As the novel progresses, we are introduced to Bloch’s family and the myriad ways in which they are discriminated against by characters (see: Marcel’s grandfather) or distrusted by society at large (Bloch’s uncle, M. Nissim Bernard, is portrayed as one of the novel’s most untrustworthy characters. A better protracted consideration of Judaism, anti-Semitism and the danger of breeding it is impossible to find. The motivations for this kind of discrimination, and its social acceptance are all the more frightening while reading Proust in this Trumpian era.

If you have ever been in love, you must read Proust. 


Each section of Ulysses corresponds to a different organ, while the entirety of In Search of Lost Time corresponds to one organ. No, not that one. It’s the heart. Whether requited or otherwise, In Search of Lost Time is a novel dedicated thoroughly and deeply to love. In a sense, it serves as a compendium of the different ways we can love, do love, and should love. Of course, one of its central insights is into the ways that we shouldn’t love—whether that means loving the wrong person or in the wrong way. Luther Ingram’s “If Loving You is Wrong” would be the opening track on a Proustian Playlist.

If you have ever had your heart broken, you must read Proust.

 
I have often wondered whether this novel is more about love or heartbreak. But then it hit me: you can’t cleanly separate the two. Proust routinely explores the very specific strain of sadness that can only occur in romance. This extends from a minimal snub that feels significant to the complete dissolution of relationships. Each stop along the route of amorous pilgrimage is treated with the same forensic interest as the social customs mentioned above. One could picture Marcel listening to Taylor Swift’s Bad Blood and nodding along knowingly.

If you spend an inordinate amount of time trying to make sense of your parents, you must read Proust.

You do, I do, and Proust does too; there’s no shame in it. Our first association in life remains one of the most baffling. In Swann’s Way, young Marcel very famously bemoans the prospect of a night without his mother’s goodnight kiss. He hatches a plan to get it and, upon doing so, is devastated by the air of pity and yielding to despair incumbent in the giving of it. Proust is willing to keenly illustrate the disappointment, frustration, tenderness, confusion, irritation and lack of understanding that is intrinsic to the parent-child relationship because it is also underscored by love.

If you are or are considered a human, you must and you can read Proust.

Above all, I must reiterate that In Search of Lost Time isn’t merely the greatest reading experience available but is also, contrarily to popular belief, one of the most accessible. It’s magic is extraordinary for it works with whatever you bring to it. If you haven’t yet experienced what Marcel is remembering, then he prepares you for it. If you have, then he enlightens the experience, provides insight and understanding in a way those closest to us cannot. There are too many reasons to be hesitant. If it’s a matter of translation, just read the first two pages of each and pick the one that feels best. You don’t need to read each volume back to back, though who can blame you if you want to? He shapes the world for you. You can’t shake loose of what he shows you and you wouldn’t want to.


July 10th is Proust’s birthday. There isn’t a Bloomsday-like celebration. Instead, there’s confusion about cork-lined rooms, madeleines, eyeliner, fur coats and whether or not he and Joyce spoke to each other. I urge you to celebrate Proust by giving his work the chance it deserves. Who knows what can happen or where you’ll go if you take the chance? For as Proust says, “reality, even if it is inevitable, is not completely predictable.” Neither are we. You think you may know about Proust, but you have no idea.

https://lithub.com/six-reasons-why-you-must-read-proust/?fbclid=IwAR25OpK7oOm2qgf1Ui9rwdc7LGtvUK0GXC_iJpt1DOco36D9jlXIk8kH36c

Mary:

Both the poem, "Forgetting," and the discussion of Proust raise the question of memory, its complicated nature and its central importance to our lives. We know how fragile it is, how flimsy a fabric, filled with holes and substitutions, like a crazy quilt patched of fragments and inventions . And yet nothing is more essential and powerful. Lost or stolen memories are an unending, painful grief..because truly we Are our memories, erase enough of them, as in Alzheimer's, we cease to exist as individuals, become empty, wordless flesh, and die. Erase a chunk of memory, as a result of brain injury or the again popular ECT treatment for depression, and you are left with a permanent ache, as from an empty tooth socket, a hole you can neither ignore nor forgive. The inability to remember even small things is upsetting, major memory loss is devastating.

I read the entire Proust masterpiece years ago, and, why I'm not sure, remember only fragments now. I do remember thinking that despite the sensory power of that madelaine swamping him with an avalanche of memory, it would have still been impossible to recover everything that follows in such perfect detail...that it was a reconstruction and an invention, as are all our "recovered" memories. Marvelously done, and faithful to the process of memory when dealing with all those lost times...in fact, as stated, filled with an exuberant joyousness in the play of that very process, creating a whole world.

 

Oriana:

Yes, memory is a reconstruction, and some of our memories are "false memories" -- picked up from the movies, for instance. But even those is who we are.

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“Oh—Proust—” Edward had been looking for the passage which had so amazed him . . . about Albertine going out in the rain on her bicycle, but he couldn’t find it. He had turned to the beginning. [Longtemps, je me suis couché de bonne heure.] What a lot of pain there was in those first pages. What a lot of pain there was all the way through. So how was it that the whole thing could vibrate with such a pure joy? This was something which Edward was determined to find out.” ~ Iris Murdoch, The Good Apprentice
 


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JOJO RABBIT: A WAR FANTASY WITH A GOOFY, LOVABLE HITLER

~ “It’s springtime for Hitler and life is beautiful. At least it is for Johannes “Jojo” Betzler, a 10-year-old German boy who’s been thoroughly indoctrinated by Hitler Youth. That is, until he discovers that his mother is hiding a Jewish girl at home and, boom, his world turns upside down.

Waititi immediately distinguishes itself from the self-serious source material, establishing a farcical opening to the sounds of the Beatles singing a German cover of “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” while documentary footage rolls of National Socialists sieg-heiling. Jojo, played by Roman Griffin Davis in one of the best performances ever by a child actor, doesn’t merely subscribe to Hitler Youth; he thinks of the fuhrer as his friend, a surrogate daddy and imaginary buddy with whom he can share his feelings. And with Waititi, a Polynesian Jew who’s cast himself as Hitler, the leader of the Third Reich is mocked early and often.

At a Nazi boot camp for kids, Jojo is trained by the one-eyed Captain Klenzendorf (Sam Rockwell) and his minions, broadly played by Rebel Wilson and Alfie Allen. Though he finds a pudgy best friend in Yorki (a terrific Archie Yates), Jojo is forever an outcast. Humiliated when a nearby exploding grenade scars his face and legs, the kid is laughed out of junior military training for failing to prove his manhood by strangling a rabbit, hence the nickname. Audiences have been laughing at Nazis since Charlie Chaplin played the fictional Adenoid Hynkel of Tomania in 1940’s The Great Dictator. But a persistent argument against Jojo Rabbit is that it offers nothing new in its soft-edged condemnation of tyrants. With anti-Semitism on the rise along with other hate crimes, the film’s timely and subversive message surely bears repeating.

Though the resolution of this crisis is predictable, the humanist in Waititi brings intimacy and indelible passion to each step in the boy’s journey to empathy. The film, which grows less comic and more delicate as it moves toward its foregone conclusion, may fall short of greatness, but it never sinks to the maudlin. With expert help from cinematographer Mihai Malaimare (The Master) and composer Michael Giacchino (The Incredibles), the auteur walks a tightrope with uncommon skill.


Elsa tells Jojo that what she misses most is the freedom to dance, a reminder of a time before unspeakable horror stopped the music.


It’s a modest goal. But it’s in the small moments that Jojo Rabbit achieves its greatest impact. Waititi’s faith in the notion that a child will lead us out of ignorance may be naïve. It’s also deeply affecting. Besides, isn’t truth always the first casualty of indoctrination, whether you live in the era of fake news or not? The first words of the Leunens novel come to mind: “The great danger of lying is not that lies are untruths, and thus unreal, but that they become real in other people’s minds.” ~ 


https://www.rollingstone.com/movies/movie-reviews/jojo-rabbit-movie-review-889145/

~ “Of course, this being a Taika Waititi film, Jojo Rabbit is certainly not a conventional wartime drama. The Nazis here are absolute idiots, the one-liners fly thick and fast, and the protagonist, Johannes 'Jojo' Betzler (the acting debut of Roman Griffin Davis), receives worldly wisdom from his imaginary best friend Adolf Hitler, as played by Waititi himself. Jojo is gung-ho about the Nazi regime, as only a brainwashed ten-year-old can be, but his blind fanaticism is challenged when he discovers that his mother (as played by Scarlett Johansson) is protecting a young Jewish girl called Elsa (Thomasin McKenzie) by hiding her in their attic.


Waititi hasn’t been shy in focusing on how the movie is what he calls an “anti-hate satire.” Indeed, it’s on all the posters, almost as a mission statement (and possibly a sad reminder at a time when it seems Nazis have unironically come back in fashion). Jojo Rabbit’s most effective weapon is its humor, and how it uses that to expose the flimsiness of propaganda.

Jojo imagines a version of Hitler that is somewhat accurate to the overblown deified image of him created by the Nazi Party, but twisted to fit the mind of a pre-teen boy. His imaginary BFF take on Adolf is much goofier but near mystical in his abilities, which wasn’t far off how propaganda portrayed him (this one even eats unicorn meat). He’s also played by a Jewish Maori actor, which only further emphasizes the joke. The version of Nazi life Jojo lives seems so care-free and delightful in the way playtime is, because it all seems so unserious and separate from the true devastation by war.

The “exercises” of the Hitler Youth are stupid, but the sort of thing that would seem amazing at the age of ten: from setting things on fire to casually throwing knives at trees to dressing like a robot to collect scrap metal.Jojo imagines a version of Hitler that is somewhat accurate to the overblown deified image of him created by the Nazi Party, but twisted to fit the mind of a pre-teen boy. His imaginary BFF take on Adolf is much goofier but near mystical in his abilities, which wasn’t far off how propaganda portrayed him (this one even eats unicorn meat). He’s also played by a Jewish Maori actor, which only further emphasizes the joke. The version of Nazi life Jojo lives seems so care-free and delightful in the way playtime is, because it all seems so unserious and separate from the true devastation by war. The “exercises” of the Hitler Youth are stupid, but the sort of thing that would seem amazing at the age of ten: from setting things on fire to casually throwing knives at trees to dressing like a robot to collect scrap metal.

Some critics said the reason the film didn’t work for them because it was too carefree in these moments, but this is how a child raised in the smothering grip of propaganda would see the world if they were taught to believe that they were part of the chosen people and their leader was essentially god on earth. Jojo doesn’t see that there’s no real glory in war, or that the adults left in charge are either anti-Nazi rebels like his mother or incompetent dolts like Sam Rockwell and Rebel Wilson’s characters. It’s only when Jojo finds Elsa in his attic and she ruthlessly takes down every piece of anti-Semitic nonsense he’s been fed by the party that reality hits in. The film’s color palette changes and the world seems a lot grimmer for Jojo. Food runs dry, morale depletes, and in the film’s most heartbreaking moment, Jojo discovers that his mother has been hung after being revealed to be a political dissident. Everything Jojo believed in stops being fun and games when the magnitude of the Nazi regime’s cruelty impacts him directly.

Some critics said the reason the film didn’t work for them because it was too carefree in these moments, but this is how a child raised in the smothering grip of propaganda would see the world if they were taught to believe that they were part of the chosen people and their leader was essentially god on earth. Jojo doesn’t see that there’s no real glory in war, or that the adults left in charge are either anti-Nazi rebels like his mother or incompetent dolts like Sam Rockwell and Rebel Wilson’s characters. It’s only when Jojo finds Elsa in his attic and she ruthlessly takes down every piece of anti-Semitic nonsense he’s been fed by the party that reality hits in. The film’s color palette changes and the world seems a lot grimmer for Jojo. Food runs dry, morale depletes, and in the film’s most heartbreaking moment, Jojo discovers that his mother has been hung after being revealed to be a political dissident. Everything Jojo believed in stops being fun and games when the magnitude of the Nazi regime’s cruelty impacts him directly.


As the war reaches its end, the Nazi Party desperately try to retain power as the American army draws ever nearer. The Gestapo, led by Captain Deertz (Stephen Merchant, essentially playing Major Toht in Raiders of the Lost Ark), arrive at Jojo's home and tear it apart, looking for evidence of wrongdoing. Elsa reveals herself, pretending to be Jojo's late sister. When the Gestapo demands her papers, she hands them over to Captain Klenzendorf (Sam Rockwell), who confirms her date of birth. After they leave, she reveals that she got the date wrong, meaning that Klezendorf chose to let them go. For Jojo, it's a real moment of realization: He's been taught his whole life that Jews are monstrous in appearance and attitude, making them easy to spot in a crowd, but nobody knew Elsa was Jewish when they saw her in his house.

Worried that Elsa will leave him now that the war is gone, Jojo says that the Nazis won. Writing a letter to her in the persona of her boyfriend - an occasionally passive-aggressive treat Jojo has offered Elsa since meeting her - he says he has a way to smuggle her out of the house. For one last time, Jojo's imaginary Hitler appears. He's far less humorous now and fully shows himself as a monster. Jojo realizes he has no need for him and rejects him with a kick out of the window. Jojo takes Elsa outside, where it's revealed that the Allies did indeed win. She slaps Jojo for tricking her and then, free and alone together with no idea what the future holds, they dance.

Jojo and Elsa dance to "Heroes" by David Bowie, one of the musician's most iconic songs. The 1977 hit was part of Bowie's Berlin period after he took up residence in West Berlin and began experimenting with krautrock and electro music. The song was so beloved that the German Foreign Office paid homage to Bowie for "helping to bring down the wall" after his death in 2016. In Jojo Rabbit, the version the pair dance to is in German, as is the version of The Beatles's "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" in the opening credits.


The use of anachronistic pop music l ends the film a level of out-of-time modernity that fits its aesthetic and Waititi's humor, but the dancing itself is the climax to a hard-won battle for Jojo and Elsa. Jojo's mother frequently preached the joys of dancing and living life joyously, even when everything seems irredeemably dark. This is something Jojo, while still deeply entrenched in blind loyalty to the Nazis, never saw as a necessary part of his childhood. After the war has ended, neither Jojo nor Elsa have much left in the world following the deaths of their respective families. In an uncertain future, all they can do is dance.


https://screenrant.com/jojo-rabbit-movie-ending-explained/


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The negative reviews can be scathing:

~ “Ludicrously billed as an “anti-hate satire”, Taika Waititi’s Jojo Rabbit is so concerned with making its thematic intentions unmistakable that it neglects to be a satire of any kind. Its premise, of a young child indoctrinated from birth with Nazi ideology, is fertile ground for commentary on how extremism can seem normal, but Jojo’s (Roman Griffin Davis) Panglossian view of the Third Reich lacks bite, with much of its bizarrely lackadaisical rendering of Nazi Germany epitomized by the mewling giddiness of Jojo’s imaginary friend version of Adolf Hitler (Waititi).

Indeed, for a film that needs to illustrate the systems that warped a child like Jojo from birth, Jojo Rabbit paints a bafflingly unthreatening vision of Nazi Germany. Jojo himself, virulently antisemitic thanks to a lifetime of brainwashing propaganda, is the only character to consistently air a hatred and fear of Jews.


Everyone else, more preoccupied with Germany’s impending defeat, couldn’t care less about them, from his young peers to SS officers like Captain Klenzendorf, who at first seems like the latest in a string of redemptive racists for Sam Rockwell to play until it swiftly becomes clear that the soldier has already become disgusted with Nazi ideology and thus has no real moral arc.


The unwillingness to depict the pervasive hatred instilled in Nazi society even undermines Jojo’s emotional journey when he discovers that a Jew, Elsa (Thomasin McKenzie), is being hidden in the attic by his mother (Scarlett Johansson). Contriving to gain Elsa’s trust and lure her into a false sense of comfort to turn her in, Jojo instead engages in a budding romance with the girl, posing as her missing fiancé and writing love letters which ask a wryly amused Elsa to confirm the most outlandish myths he’s heard about Jews.


In theory, Jojo’s rapidly warming, even smitten attitude toward Elsa is a charming means of confronting the absurdity of bigotry with flesh-and-blood human connection, but in practice, Jojo’s attempts to keep Elsa in his attic merely water down how racists are often attracted to the very people they hate.


Any of these might have been at least partially salvaged by some decent jokes, but Jojo Rabbit runs almost entirely on goofy voices and twee energy over actual punchlines. And only once is the true menace of the Third Reich communicated in the form of Stephen Merchant’s looming, calmly authoritarian Gestapo agent. With no bedrock of horror, and no comic insight into it, Jojo Rabbit is a satire without purpose, a minor titillation in setting that ultimately amounts to little more than a slightly crooked rom-com.


https://lwlies.com/reviews/jojo-rabbit/


Oriana: LOVABLE HITLER

Or, if not exactly lovable, then goofy and harmless. And there is some sweet revenge in seeing a half-Maori, half-Jewish man play Hitler — even though it’s Hitler as an imaginary friend, already an outrageous idea.

There is some horror in the movie, especially toward the end, but it’s arguably the wrong move. The movie wins the hearts of the audience by being a charming celebration of life and love, freedom and music and dancing.

Is it completely unfunny? It’s chuckle-funny from time to time, not belly-laugh funny. “They snip off the ends of their penises. The rabbis use them for earplugs.” Or my favorite: Hitler calls Elsa “that female Jesse Owens.”

True: an in-depth exploration of how war and anti-Semitic indoctrination can affect a young boy  (“We could use more of your blind fanaticism”) would probably be more interesting. One could also plead for more historical accuracy — reality is usually more absurd, both comic and tragic, and altogether fascinating than a mere “war fantasy” (as my companion categorized this movie). We have developed an insatiable appetite for non-fiction. That’s the reason memoirs are ahead of novels in popularity.

Nevertheless, there is something healing about exposing the absurdity of bigotry through satire. Monty Python’s sketches about the Spanish Inquisition didn’t make us forget the horror of it — you could be tortured and burned at the stake for not believing that a communion wafer becomes the literal body of Christ — but the Python buffoonery detoxed us by focusing on how grotesque it all was. Jojo detoxes us by presenting the Nazis as idiots.

The negative reviews make various valid points. No one will claim that Jojo Rabbbit is a masterpiece. Still . . . it’s an endearing, heart-warming movie. Just the friendship between Jojo and fat-boy Yorki is wonderful to watch. The mother-son scenes are suffused with tenderness and wisdom. It’s a lovable movie that even manages the impossible: it creates an  almost lovable Hitler.

Jojo and Yorki: “Our only friends are the Japanese, and just between you and me, they don’t look very Aryan.”

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Mary:

I haven't seen JoJo Rabbit, but can see how an “anti-hate satire” might be fitting to our present situation. But would the subjects of this satire see themselves there, would they feel its sting? Sadly, I am pretty sure they would not...after all, they cannot even see the orange emperor in his bombastic nakedness, posturing daily in front of all the world. Maybe it would take a child, like JoJo, like the child in the original tale, innocent of collusion, to see what's right in front of him. Maybe we're not tired enough yet, maybe we're still too heavily invested, like those pandering senators, to risk losing whatever we imagine we have.

Oriana:

The phenomenon of bigotry, be it racial, religious, or any other kind, is immemorial and suggests biological roots. Tribalism worked when we really were tribal; now we need to learn to think of humanity as a whole, the planet as a whole. But the solution has been known for some time: get to know some of the people who are supposed to be so terrible: Jews, Muslim, Afro-American, whoever. This happens naturally in large cities, and there seems to be less bigotry in urban vs rural areas.
 

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WHAT MAKES MEN HAPPY
 
~ “The 2018 Harry’s Masculinity Report, as it’s titled, surveyed 5,000 men ages 18-95 across the US, weighted for race, income, education, sexual orientation, military service, and more. The respondents were asked about their happiness, confidence, emotional stability, motivation, optimism, and sense of being in control. They were then asked how satisfied they are with their careers, relationships, money, work-life balance, physicality, and mental health, and also about the values that matter most to them. 


The results showed an clear trend: The strongest predictor of men’s happiness and well-being is their job satisfaction, by a large margin—and the strongest predictor of job satisfaction is whether men feel they are making an impact on their companies’ success.
This measure, the study finds, is influenced by whether men feel they are using their own unique talents at work, whether they are surrounded by a diverse set of perspectives, how easily and often they can chat with co-workers, whether they feel their opinions are valued, and whether they’re inspired by the people they work with. 


These results aligned with Harry’s 2017 survey of 2,000 men in the UK, also led by Barry, which similarly found that satisfying, secure employment is the strongest predictor of British men’s positive mindset. ”Men who have high job satisfaction are very likely to be content in other aspects of their life,” the report on the UK study explains. “Men at work are more likely to be men at ease with themselves. Everything else—contentment at home, in relationships and friendships—flows down from men being satisfied at work.” 


Following job satisfaction, the top indicators of a positive mindset and wellness for American men are, in descending order, their physical and mental health, income, age (men over age 50 were significantly happier, especially in the US Midwest), and relationship status. 


The survey found that 91 percent of married men had normal or better levels of mental positivity, compared with 80 percent of single or unmarried men. Regionally, friendship is a particularly strong predictor of well-being for men in the west and northeast US, while socializing through sports and healthy competition was a stronger indicator of well-being for men in the US south. 


If this study teaches us anything, it’s that by and large, American men (along with their peers in the UK) derive happiness not from traditional notions of power and strength, but from the typically quieter task of doing meaningful work and contributing to the communities around them.” ~

https://getpocket.com/explore/item/the-strongest-predictor-of-men-s-well-being-isn-t-family-or-health?utm_source=pocket-newtab




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WHY MONOGAMY HELPS MEN


“My explanation focused on male interests, by suggesting that monogamy was imposed as a kind of reciprocal exchange between high status and low status men in ancient and medieval Europe: elite men allowed low status men to marry, in exchange for their tax contributions and military service. It's reasonable to suggest that the institutionalization of monogamy did mainly reflect male interests, as these societies were heavily male-dominated in fields that were highly relevant to this institutionalization, such as law, politics and religion.” ~ Michael Price

 

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NAMES AND AFFECTION

Thinking about the power of names . . . some create affection (maybe because they are already endearments, or similar to endearments), and some don't. Sometimes I regret having dropped “Ivy” in favor of “Oriana,” since “Ivy” seemed to inspire affection. It was a bit little-girlish (that's why I dropped it), but people seemed to like the name and to like me just because of the name. And I think the same may be true of “Bernie.” If he insisted on “Bernard,” it would be no better than “Donald” or “Hillary.” “Hillary” is an ugly name. I suspect it was an extra handicap.


I’m glad that Nancy Pelosi is a Nancy, and not, say, Chelsea or Skipper. 


Just think how differently people respond to the sound of “Nancy.” It was difficult to hate Nancy Reagan precisely because her name was Nancy. And though Nancy called RR “Ronnie,” to everyone else he was merely “Ronald,” and “Ronald” does not inspire affection. 


And note that it was “Bobby Kennedy” and “Teddy Kennedy.” The names created affection, and when those boys misbehaved, it was easier to forgive them.


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HOW LIFE MAY CHANGE AFTER THE PANDEMIC

~ “Although I stopped shaking hands with interviewees 10 days ago, to avoid any chance of passing on a virus I almost certainly don’t have, even Lady Macbeth-like levels of hand washing suddenly don’t feel quite socially responsible enough. Never mind “dancing like nobody’s watching”, as the twee motivational quotes have it; “living life as if an NHS contact tracer is counting how many people you’re breathing germs over” suddenly seems a more appropriate motto.


Nobody should be blamed for unwittingly infecting others, obviously; we’re all in this together. But we are entering the next stage of coronavirus now, where life will change and perhaps dramatically. Diaries will empty almost as fast as train carriages, as all but essential meetings are scrapped. But that’s just the beginning, as the shutters come down all over Europe. We may be entering a grim, involuntary social experiment revealing which everyday habits and practices we’d miss if they were gone, and which could be swept away surprisingly easily.


It’s no longer unthinkable that this year’s exams might need to be scrapped or postponed, and suddenly an argument that has been going round in circles for years about whether testing at 16 really makes sense – because ultimately ditching it always feels like too much of an upheaval, unfair on the children who would become guinea pigs – changes. We may be entering an era where things that once seemed impossible, become almost impossible to avoid.

Sadly for the theory that crises are opportunities in disguise, the changes that may be coming won’t always be benign or within our control. A major coronavirus pandemic may mean social consequences we never foresaw and painful shifts away from economic models on which many jobs depend – on top of the deaths and suffering the virus itself will bring. But this crisis could end up being less like the banking crash and more like a war, an event throwing everything high enough into the air that some of it never returns to Earth.


Women taking over men’s work in factories and offices was meant to be a sticking plaster solution to get us through the second world war, but when the fighting was over women balked at returning to narrow domestic lives. Rationing was just a pragmatic response to food shortages but it accidentally created a giant control group of children all raised on the same diet, whose health outcomes obesity researchers would study for decades to come. 


Wartime desperation accelerated the development of everything from antibiotics to radar to sexual health services free at the point of need, years before the NHS was established (it was a first world war outbreak of venereal disease among soldiers that led to the setting up of the first clinics in 1916).

Since few in 1939 would have predicted a movement for women’s liberation, all predictions of how this outbreak will change us should be taken with a bucket of salt. But ideas long parked in the “too difficult” box may begin breaking out of it.


After the 2008 banking crash, some firms of City lawyers or accountants whose work had abruptly dried up started asking for volunteers to work four-day weeks and take a pay cut. Part-time work went from being seen as something only working mothers did, to a heroic gesture men could also feel good about; when the crisis passed, some chose to stick with the new working pattern.

What stops most people taking Fridays off now is that they can’t afford to earn less, while most employers can’t face reorganizing the whole office to pack the same work into fewer, more productive days. But some companies facing a catastrophic slump in demand are already pleading for volunteers to cut their hours, while others will end up making radical changes to the way they operate in order to cope with the numbers going off sick.


If the need to share work around during the Great Depression helped kill the six-day week, this virus may knock another brick out of the wall of Monday to Friday working. And how many of those cancelled meetings, or mothballed conferences, will be actively missed?

 
The existing shift from an analogue world to a digital one will surely speed up too. Rather than risk exchanging germs, we’ll shop online, FaceTime the grandparents instead of visiting, pay electronically rather than handle cash, stockpile ebooks for long dull days indoors.


Politics, too, will change. There has long been stiff resistance in parliament to letting MPs vote electronically from wherever they happen to be; only after a heavily pregnant Tulip Siddiq was pushed through the lobbies in a wheelchair were proxy votes for new parents reluctantly granted. But keeping elderly peers cooped up in the House of Lords seems almost irresponsible now, and e-voting could be the safest way of passing legislation in an epidemic. If it works, then can it be long before the rest of us are voting online in general elections, not walking to polling stations?


And if all this sounds like a lonely, antiseptic way of living, then perhaps it will also make us appreciate the human contacts that matter. My son was longing for school closures until his teachers explained that the contingency plan is to set daily lessons online instead; all the same grind, but no break times with your friends (and no staffroom camaraderie).
What we will miss most in a crisis, I suspect, is each other. But don’t be surprised, when things eventually return to normal, if it isn’t quite the normal we knew.” ~


https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/mar/13/coronavirus-school-exams-five-day-week-pandemic?CMP=fb_gu&utm_medium=Social&utm_source=Facebook&fbclid=IwAR2nOXLTHgKSxQyQZVJMTEbemy-XmR_YCHP-ICtAwVbGLwXt81n5fTCfUn8#Echobox=1584084044


Oriana:


A short while ago we worried about too much social isolation. Now “social distancing” is a primary virtue. And it’s surprisingly easy. Yesterday at the grocery store I saw two women friends greet each other with a sideways, no-hands hug — it was fun to watch. Fun, but in a sad way, since we already have too little human connection. 


I get some of my connection at two Unitarian discussion groups — those got canceled, along with the Sunday services, “until further notice.” If that suspension of gathering together goes on long enough, we may lose the habit of socializing in certain ways. On the other hand, it’s a fascinating experiment: if people stop going to church, how many will miss it? 


But for me the most interesting question is whether “social distancing” will lead to a four-day work week and more working from home.

 
Mary: “HOME, WHERE WE ALWAYS WANT TO GO”

What will the world be like after this pandemic?? Different, in ways we can hardly imagine. Plagues have always shaped and reshaped history, bringing down empires, making feudalism obsolete, emptying a continent of 90 percent of its indigenous population, redefining social roles and morals, changing fashion, and even standards of beauty and romantic idesls. Pathogens, bacterial and viral, are like invisible engines driving changes not only in how we suffer and die, but how we live and behave, changes from the level of our DNA to the structure of society and the sweep of history. Whatever comes, it will surprise us.

Hoping you remain well. My anxiety level is becoming a problem...but pretty well contained. I am focusing on keeping busy and productive...the anxiety comes out in dreams. Last night I was putting all effort into keeping my baby brother (who died quite a while ago) from being killed in traffic.we were walking somewhere along a crazy busy highway, with no sidewalk or footpath, only great vigilance and care keeping us from being run over. And then crossing very dicey rope and stick bridges over roaring rivers. Don’t know where we were going. Home, probably, where we always want to go. Waking up from this already exhausted. Using strategies I know however, like beauty, to detox.


Oriana:

A greater awareness of vulnerability will probably remain with us for a while — especially for those people who understand that another pandemic is just a matter of time in this super-connected world.

I too woke up from a strange dream, with the thought in my mind, “Enough Holocaust! I’m done with the Holocaust!” — and opening the door to an empty room. I knew the meaning wasn’t “Never again” — rather, I was simply tired of that horrific time in history. A frivolous attitude, I know . . . a personal reaction, strictly my own, that I want other stories, other themes.

As someone wisely observed, “history doesn’t repeat itself, but it rhymes.” We want “normalcy,” before we witnessed the neo-Nazis parading again. We want to keep going to movies and restaurants, parks and museums. We want the reality that used to be our home just such a short time ago.


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THE MYSTERY OF ZEBRA STRIPES SOLVED AT LAST? “ THEY EVOLVED TO DETER BLOOD-SUCKING FLIES”

 
~ “By watching and filming the stable’s horses and zebras, the team confirmed that horseflies were much worse at alighting on the latter. The flies had no problem finding the zebras or approaching them, but couldn’t stick the landing. “You get a quarter as many landings,” Caro said. “The flies just can’t probe for a blood meal with the zebras.” 


The team found the same trend when they put striped coats on the horses. Cloaked in stripes, the very same animals suddenly became more resistant to flies, except on their uncovered heads. And uniformly colored coats had no effect; the stripes, specifically, befuddled the flies. 


“When we looked at the videos, we found that the flies simply aren’t decelerating when they come in to the stripes,” Caro said. Either they miss and overshoot the zebras, or they bump into the hides and bounce off. Something’s clearly throwing them off, but the details are still a mystery. Caro said that they might treat the black stripes like a pair of trees, try to fly between them, and end up colliding with the white stripes. Alternatively, the stripes might mess with their optic flow—their sense of objects moving across their visual field. 


Paloma Gonzalez-Bellido of the University of Minnesota, who studies insect vision, favors the latter idea. These insects use optic flow to gauge their own speed and their distance from nearby objects. “I think that the key is that the stripes’ thickness and orientation is not consistent, either within a stripe or across them,” she says. “This is probably what makes it difficult for the flies to control their landing.” (She also notes that cuttlefish use their color-changing skins to create striped patterns that move across their bodies, and these “passing clouds” might also work by disrupting the optic flow of their prey.) 


If Gonzalez-Bellido is right, a more evenly striped coat should offer less protection. Caro’s team is now planning to test this hypothesis, and others. “Now that we know striped coats work just as well as stripes on real zebras, we can really play around with them,” he said. “We can put on coats with very wide stripes, or different orientations, or gray stripes. We can see how those affect fly behavior.” 


In the meantime, he is wary of making firm recommendations to the equine industry. “I wouldn’t want to suggest that horse-wear companies sell striped livery for their riders yet,” he said. “We need to do the work first.”


 
https://getpocket.com/explore/item/the-surprising-reason-zebras-have-stripes?utm_source=pocket-newtab

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THE SEXLESSNESS OF YAHWEH AND JESUS

While the sexual potency of various pagan gods is seen as part of their power and glory, Yahweh — at least once monotheism was established — was presented as sexless, even though he’s unquestionably male. As I argue in a previous blog, Yahweh does appear to have a body, just as the pagan gods had perfect and immortal bodies:

http://oriana-poetry.blogspot.com/2015/10/yahweh-had-body-word-that-dissolves.html

But Yahweh’s body is described in a rather restrained manner. He has hands and feet, a backside, and presumably a mouth (he kisses Moses — the “kiss of death” that sucks out the breath of life out of Moses). If he can walk and talk, then presumably he has the kind of anatomy that makes it possible. In spite of the prevalent assumption about a long gray beard, there is no reference to a beard. More important, there is no reference to genitals — though if humans were created in the image of god, then both male and female genitals should be present, and breasts too. A problem, yes, but given all the confusion and contradictions that are found in the bible, this may be minor, relatively speaking.

We sense there is something more fundamental involved here. While many ancient cultures glorified sex, especially male sexuality, here we find ambivalence at best (e.g. being ashamed of nakedness, which never occurred to the Greeks). Worse: sex is unclean. It’s defiling.

Blood was defiling, especially menstrual blood of course, but all blood by association. Touching a dead body was defiling — “whoever touches a corpse shall be unclean for seven days.” Childbirth was defiling. The discharge of semen was defiling, even without contact with a woman. Procreation was certainly seen in a positive light, but sex made you ritually unclean. Obviously the deity could not engage in such a disgusting activity.

There is a lot of sex in the bible, but Yahweh has none. He has no female mate (the kabbalistic/folkloric “Shehina” as Yahweh’s lover is not very convincing). His celibacy is absolute. The contrast with the rampant sexuality of the pagan gods couldn’t be greater.

Jesus, being an ideal human being, even before being deified, could not be presented as having sex either. There may be a troublesome suggestion in the person of John as “the beloved disciple.” Was Jesus gay? But that’s only a suspicion at best. The official message is that Jesus had no sex. He was even conceived without sex, through some strange doings of the Holy Ghost that did not interfere with Mary’s virginity.

So the requirement that priests (and monks and nuns) be sexless — they mustn’t even think about it — is in keeping with the negative view of sex that goes back to the remote past. If the deity is male but never has sex then this is obviously the ideal.

Angels likewise don’t have sex, though there is the strange passage describing how some angels (“sons of god”) found the “daughters of men” so attractive that they descended from heaven and had sex with them, fathering a race of giants (Nephilim) (Genesis 6:1-4). This was not something my catechism nun ever told us about. But then the bible is full of off-color stories, as I was to discover later.

Along with those stories, however, the message was clear: Yahweh was sexless, as was Jesus, as were the angels. As a Catholic, you should be too, virginity being a higher state than matrimony and parenthood. Given the fallen nature of humanity, sex — for procreation only, never for pleasure — had to be allowed within marriage. But priests represented Christ, so they had to be male and sexless. Oddly enough, they didn’t have to be Jewish.


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WHY DID CHRISTIANITY CHANGE, BUT NOT ISLAM?

~ “The very thing that has forced Christianity to redefine its positions, is the very thing that is not permitted in Islamic states, and it is a secular government. If it was not for a secular government to protect the rights of individuals to speak against religious dogma, free-thought heroes like Frederick Douglass would never have been permitted to say, “I can see no reason, but the most deceitful one, for calling the religion of this land Christianity.” It was only because individuals like Douglass were free to write and speak as they pleased that Christianity was forced to incorporate verses like Galatians 3:26-28, “There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free,” into its theology.

Likewise, it was the restraints of a secular government that allowed women like Elizabeth Cady Stanton the liberty to say, “The church is a terrible engine of oppression, especially as concerns women,” and Susan B. Anthony to state, “The religious persecution of the ages has been done under what was claimed to be the command of God.” It was the protection of a secular government that required Christian theologians to redefine their stances on women with verses like Acts 2:17 “… your sons and daughters shall prophesy.”

We should expect nothing less in the Islamic world. The religious despots of Islam have never allowed a Reformation, and it is time world leaders begin encouraging one. It certainly does not help when leaders like President Bush compare the battle against terrorism as a “crusade.” Where were the leaders advising Iraq that a democracy only works if it is secular? Perhaps they were too caught up in the false belief that the United States is a Christian nation.” ~

(oops, I lost the link. It’s obviously not a recent article, but the points it makes and examples it gives are wonderful.)



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WHY THE PLAGUE SPARED POLAND AND MILAN

~ “The Black Death was a ruthless killer – and, if you were lucky, a swift one. Its more fortunate victims "ate lunch with their friends, and dinner with their ancestors in paradise," wrote Giovanni Boccaccio, who lived through the initial wave of the Plague as it struck Italy in the 1340s.

The Plague was brought from China to Europe in the 1330s by rodents hitching rides with traders. The infection with the Yersinia pestis bacterium was typically transmitted to humans by fleabites. The Plague's three manifestations were bubonic (causing painful swellings), septicemic (infecting the bloodstream) and pneumonic (choking off breathing, and transmittable via coughing). Left untreated – as was necessarily the case in the Middle Ages – bubonic plague had a mortality rate of about 50%, for the other two, it's virtually 100%.

Bocaccio's Italy was hit hard by the epidemic. Cities like Venice and Pisa lost three-quarters of their population. The disease followed the traditional trading routes north, racing forward each spring as a new generation of fleas was ready to spread the infection.
The Plague afflicted most of Europe in a relatively brief period. It's estimated that it killed as many as 25 million – a third of Europe's population at the time – in just five short years.
Absent explanations and remedies, Europe's populations turned to God for hope, and victimized outsider groups as scapegoats. Some of Western Europe's worst anti-Jewish pogroms before WWII took place during outbreaks of the Plague. 


    •    First afflicted (in 1347) were Asia Minor, and the islands of Sicily, Sardinia and Corsica, with just small bridgeheads on the European mainland: Marseilles and environs, Calabria (the tip of Italy's shoe), and the southern shore of what is now Turkish Thrace (i.e. European Turkey).


    •    By the next year (1348), the disease had achieved a firm foothold in Europe, reaching as far as the gates of Toledo and Paris.


    •    In early 1349, the Plague had overwhelmed London and Frankfurt, and was poised to pounce Vienna and Bucharest. Later that year, it reached as far as Ireland and Norway.


    •    Its relentless march north continued. In 1350, it hit Lübeck and Copenhagen, reaching high into Norway. In 1351 and thereafter, it swept further north, touching the entire continent.

The Black Death has left deep traces in European history. To this day, ødegÃ¥rd – 'deserted farm' – is a fairly common place name in Norway, to name just one example.

The Plague spared certain areas (marked green on the map) on march of destruction:

an area in Italy centered on Milan;


small, contiguous parts of Spain and France, on either side of the Pyrenees;


an area in the Low Countries around Bruges;


a large area in Eastern Europe, stretching from Magdeburg to beyond Warsaw, taking in most of present-day Poland, plus some surrounding areas.

Why? First off, the map is slightly misleading. Green does not mean 'safe', just 'less deadly'. Milan, for example, only lost about 15% of its population. Horrific by today's standards, but a mere trifle compared to the almost wholesale extinction of Italy's other cities. In Poland and the other 'green' areas too, people did die of the Plague, albeit in much lower numbers than elsewhere. 


One main reason why Poland escaped relatively unscathed, was the decision by Poland's king, Casimir the Great, to close the country's borders – and set up internal quarantines. 


This increased Poland's natural isolation, both from the outside world and between the settlements within the country – generally smaller and less connected than elsewhere in Europe. Prague to Krakow took eight days on horseback. People infected took between 24 to 72 hours to get sick. So the issue would 'resolve' itself well before the danger reached the Polish border. 


Isolation plus quarantine certainly helped spare Poland from the worst of the epidemic. One more spurious explanation is that Poland had more cats than other parts of Europe, and thus less disease-carrying rats…


Milan's significantly lower mortality rate may also be down to the city's stricter quarantine measures: The houses of infected families were simply bricked up (with the infected left to die inside).


Like Poland, the French-Spanish area, corresponding to the then-kingdom of Navarre, may have benefited from its relative isolation. Why the area around Bruges – then a thriving port with connections to the Mediterranean – might have been spared, is more of a mystery. 


So, what's the lesson, if any? Isolation definitely helps against infectious diseases. But that's about the only advantage of being isolated. Take this map of the spread of COVID-19 as of 11 am on 5 March. If you had to divide the world into 'fun' and 'no fun' halves, they would correspond quite well with the blue and grey zones on this map, respectively. 


For example, one sure-fire way to limit your exposure to the outside world is to have a bloody civil war – see Yemen, Libya and Syria. Another is to be a destination as out of the way and unconnected as Paraguay, the Central African Republic or Mongolia. 


If it's the price of living in an interconnected world, then perhaps there are worse things than having to fight off a slightly deadlier iteration of the flu. Praise globalization and pass the hand sanitizer – with your elbows, please!


https://bigthink.com/strange-maps/bubonic-plague-spares-poland?rebelltitem=3#rebelltitem3



 
Oriana:

The same was true during the Spanish flu pandemic: places that practiced strict quarantine managed to escape catastrophe. 

King Casimir the Great, venerated for his wisdom

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70% ALCOHOL DISINFECTS BETTER THAN 90% ALCOHOL


~ “Basically, a 90 or 91 percent alcohol solution is too powerful in some cases: It fries the outside of the cell before it can get into the inside and kill the actual germ. 70 percent alcohol is just the right proportion of water and alcohol to zap the entire cell.

“Seventy percent alcohol has some water in it that allows it to cross a cell membrane, to really get into the bacteria to kill them,” Scott says.


Interestingly, Scott explains this rule of thumb only applies when you’re attempting to fend off bacteria. Alcohol’s effectiveness against viruses depends on the unique virus. Viruses with an envelope structure—including the flu virus, the common cold, HIV, and the new coronavirus—can be can be deactivated by alcohol solutions (like hand sanitizer) of 60 percent or more, while others like norovirus won’t be effectively targeted by any concentration of alcohol. (Hand-washing helps to physically remove every type or virus and bacteria from your hands, and is an important part of any hygiene routine.)


Practically, how does this rule-of-thumb apply to home hygiene? If you’re cutting raw chicken on the counter and want to effectively disinfect the surface to prevent cross-contamination of E. coli and salmonella bacteria, you’d want to opt for 70 percent alcohol. But if you’re trying to disinfect a surface that might have viruses lingering on it—for example, if someone in your house has the flu—any dilution of alcohol will work as long as it’s above the recommended 60 percent. 


In any case, it’s important to focus on hygiene practices like thorough hand washing (20 seconds of scrubbing each time!) and targeted hygiene (regularly disinfecting high-traffic hand-contact areas in your home, especially if someone sick has touched them). Stay healthy!



https://www.apartmenttherapy.com/isopropyl-alcohol-percent-disinfecting-36723904?utm_source=pocket-newtab




ending on beauty:

I beg you have no fear of silence
silence is eloquent
hatred yells roars barks and howls
love smiles and keeps silent
it’s waiting for you

~ Tadeusz Różewicz, tr Oriana
Renoir: The Canoe