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September 15th, 2006
Uppermost now, by recalling the earliest influences in the SCOLA creation, will be to get a handle on what kind of participants should typify SCOLA users. That is to admit, first of all that: :
1) SCOLA resources are designed for the person dedicated ultimately to full immersion in a second language in order to achieve fullest possible bilingual level--which of course implies going to its country for whatever time it takes to achieve. CLICK eye_fly
2) Regular Usage of the SCOLA resources imp;y that a person is growing in the desire to be bilingual and is realizing the accomplishments necessary to take the big step--going there to live that language to the fullest for as long as necessary.
3) Linking with FLIO (FREE LANGUAGE IMMERSION OPERATION) will provide orientation, advice and support in making the big-step-to-go-there decision; it will outline the various support structures available there when needed, encouragement and constant affirmation for growth and achievement. People you can call on in emergencies or any need.
4) FLIO is designed to PAY you to do this hard task, very low pay as a norm, but adjustable according to needs and conditions. SALARIES or STIPENDS, SCHOLARSHIPS sources--whatever you call them can come from an increasingly available number of "support investment Plans" being recommended. E.g.: We hope to present web pages with photos of savvy young Americans trying to get it togeether for a BILINGUAL RESIDENCY of a particular country; included are bio details and peersonal stories of motivation, visions of ffuture directions as a result of such experiences. **we will encourage people of "means" to take a look at the individuals capable of doing the job--and work out a deal with them hopefully of mutual benefit.
5) Wisely independent investors interested in "seeing for themselves" might like to sponsor "flio's" for bits of savvy about the land, people, products, or even have a ready-made "partner" able to assist them if they choose to visit the land themselves, or be willing to support a correspondent answering questions of import.
6) Businesses small or large might profit from having friends in a land where they want to send their raw recruits for business tasks.
7) Colleges, Universities, Parents and Grandparents might benefit having a ready option for young persons ready for this longer, less structured but adequately monitored long-term adventure.
LUBBERS WITH "ORBITAL MECHANICS" LAY A WREATH AT THE FOOT OF THE SERGEI P. KOROLEV MONUMENT, FATHER OF THE RUSSIAN SPACE PROGRAM AT THE CONCLUSION OF THE SCOLA CONFERENCE IN KRASNOYARSK-26. CLICK flio_4_world
8) Parental spomsorship for young people under 21 for special liability precautions, REMEMBER THAT FLIO serves as the ideal liberating campus for hyper ambitious students in environments far from the college zones that tip so many either into binge solutiions or feared failure depressions . . . cuz being on your own in small poor lowtech societies allows all to succeed and find success on a comforrtable personal scale. The perfection you seek to be bilingual will be at the beck of all the samaritan friends and solidarnosh partners you find in every cranny of the small country lands. CLICK eyeflybilingo
LUBBERS WITH OUR FIRST PARTNER OF THE PEOPLES REPUBLIC OF CHINA, MR. LU JIASENG; UNDER HIS LEADERSHIP THE CONTRACT FOR A STANDING TEAM OF CHINESE SPECIALISTS TO BE RESIDENT AND WORK WITH SCOLA WAS SET IN MOTION.
MR. ZHOU JUN, VICE PRESIDENT OF ZHONG GUO HUANG HE DIANSHI TAI HELPS GRILL BRATS. HE HOSTED LUBBERS' TEN VISITS TO CHINA, INCLUDING LATER STOPS IN HONG KONG AND SHEN ZHEN.
NOTE: THE SMALL "2/3rds." developing countries ARE THE FUTURE: economic, culture, literary, godsends.
(Dave Decker here at SCOLA is in charge of getting programming from all the countries of the world, The kind persons of these countries always become such good friends that they share their lives--joys and sorrows with us; I share this exchange with you all so you too can pray with us all and with Fatou for Svetlana's Father, and the entire family in their time of trial. Lee):
Thank you for the photos. I am very happy to receive them. Can you
message to our sister Svetlana, thank you
My name is Fatou, I live in Senegal and I am working to bring news from
to Scola. I understand you very much and I sympathise to your pain. I am
reassured to know that you believe in God: as you say "just God decide
the man should live and when he should die" , it's true! every man has
Faith is a force that helps us to surmount all the difficulties of life.
I hope for much courage to you.
I admire you for all the affection and love you have for your Father. I am
muslim but God is the same , the unique: I have prayed for your Father in the
mosque, I asked God to save him from torment and to give him faith.
Good luck and courage. I am with you in my heart and I will pray for you.
Quoting Dave at SCOLA
> Here is an email from our program provider in Kazakhstan. She is a great person, very reliable and obviously a wonderful daughter.
> Just wanted to share it with you all.
> Dear Dave!
> Thank you very much for your message and I am sorry to be so out of touch for a while,but
> I'm in Ak-tobe now (my native city) due to serious illness of my father. He is just
> 62 years old!!!! I do not want to think about it but doctors say that it's fatal illness...
> I'm crying all these days..I know I should not as God says: "We should not be dejected. We just need to pray for him!" May I ask you to pray with us and ask The Lord to forgive his sins and save my father from torments?
> Just God can decide how much the man should live and when he should die.
> I just ask you to pray for him! If you visit a church (no matter what religion it is!) PLEASE ask all parishes to pray for my father too. Believe me he is the one the BEST fathers and persons in the world!!! The problem -he is not pious but he never was a communist.
> Sorry for sharing with you my grief! But we are friends and I hope you'll understand me.
> Thanks in advance,
> Your friend,
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HERE IS A PHOTO OF FATOU WHEN SHE WAS AT SCOLA FOR A USTTI WORKSHOP.
(Click 3 times to max enlarge)
August 1st, 2006
SPEAKING OF METAL: WHISPERS? SOFTLY NOW. WOW!:
Just yesterday, the Feast Day of Saint Ignatius Loyola, a nice gift happened along; Mike Walsh, an artist laurelling in the nascent art department of Creighton University (circa 1966-1972), Omaha, Nebraska, responded quickly to my unanticipated email, tacking onto its tailend attachment the digitized photos of three wish-wash-shush presences, floating hushed phonemes like. But hang tight. Mike says "inflating, sighing, breathing and backlit in the early morning breezes." I guess you can only count on that on Peter's Rest, St. Croix; but at Walsh Metal Works??
Naturally I recalled days of yore as Mike and other prototypical spirits raptured through the totally gratuitous unchaining that sparked so many liberations in the sometimes ruefull sixties and early seventies now claimed to be gone by. Special strong characters surmounted counter-currents and such, greatly gifted to oblige gainly sanity, (some) irky conventions, and nurture middle courses nudged to advantage not exactly against anything, but always posively "for" and "with" whatever elements are comfy only by disagreeability . . . mayhap. Mike sent these other two photos as well. I hope to link this happenstance to the remarkable world vision we expand in our own souls every time we celebrate Ignatius, his buddies, and hopefull all who follow him and that spirit--including students of learning grounds tilled here and there by him.
Thanks, God! for the likes of those "old" students of my earliest startups of the Fine Arts department at Creighton; first and best of the BFA winners, ganging up to educate me on the times that are 'a-changin' . . . me just fresh from "Yurp" studies, Paris, Camus, existentialist reads, Jesuit Chefs of Vatican II being cooked up: DeLubac, Danielou, Karl Rahner, Hans Urs von Balthasar and the great Jesuit students at the Institut catholique, while the forbidden fruits of Teilhard de Chardin were sneaking off the presses.
Funny that the History of Creighton University should just now appear, nicely put together by Mr. Dennis Michelic. Funnier still that at breakfast this morning, a fellow Jesuit shyly confessed early diving into the advance copy in our rec room, and moreso jumping ahead to the section he described as "the disruptive years , , , 1963-1974." Why didn't he just say right out, "the Golden Age" ? It is definitely in the hands-on esthetic atmosphere we built together much to the chagrin of the immovable monitors of status quo education that you could've expected SCOLA TO POP OUT OF--and I suspect ultimately the unlikely offspring of a National Language Conference sired and sponsored, at that, by the still at (Iraq) war U.S. Department of Defense. THE FOOUNDATION DESIGNED TO PAY YOOUNG AMERICANS TO ACHIEVE BILINGUAL LEVEL IN A SECOND LANGUAGE. Down the line here, after more elusive ART from St. Croix and the flower gardens of the SCOLA farm, we'll see OBJECTIVES, CONSTITUTION, BY-LAWS and detailed ELABORATIONS of the nature of the thing: FLIO, FREE LANGUAGE IMMERSION OPERATION, spedifically designed to PAY YOUN AMERICANS TO CLUTCH OUT OF THIN AIR THE NAME OF THE FIRST COUNTRY THAT POPS INTO THEIR PUNKIN; HEADS, TO GO THERE AND STAY UNTIL THEY ARE AS BILINGUAL AS CAN BE, TEST OUT, AND RETURN TO THE NATION--CITIZENS OF THE WORLD.
OOOps! I've got to email Mike right this minute -- get an OK for reproducing his stuff. Besides, I'm just getting in to some finessing whereby I can get viewers to put in their own add-ons. Let us see. The Portait Photo is that of Père Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, S.J. whose writings and ideas you will see cited in previous blog postings here as you go along. My point in inserting it here is still to be shown as an introduction to my newest Oeuvre, to set up carefully just the right mood and environment to break the news to all my friends out there. The FLOWERS of course are as always at SCOLA events the element whose presence is absolutely essential to the creation of its wonders. John Wymelenberg, S.J. is the magician whose guiles implode the forces that make the gardens here waltz. Anyway, at lunch today when he admitted never to have looked at the scolastory blog, I asked him if he would so deign if I posted some of his flowers. So, here you are, John. this photo was taken a long time back; I think it is of some of the Roses that Mary favored and which you planted to please her. COMING SOON: the secret key to a bilingual YANKEE. OH YES, I WANTED TO PUT A NICE PORTRAIT OF saint ignatius loyola IN THE SLOT WHERE I ENDED UP PUTTING JOHN'S FLOWERS, BUT COULDN'T FIND A SATISFACTORY ONE. HELP. L. is the time and this could tell . . . ? or maybe this is the place where we pause appropriately to take a look at the highlights of the great flower gardes that John Wymelenberg tends each summer season. Notice in particular some of rhe wild flower stretches in, around and through low-angle views under antennas here and there. You haven't any ideas of the zulu to zulu wonders of scola signal coverage of the entire earth until you roam around the grounds and taste the deep satisfaction we see in the stories of the world--mostly seeing the good and the beautiful. or here we go daisy dallying among the groupings of special blooms that Dave Decker's camera finds placed and oriented just the way a florist would want them. Now through the fields of wild wonders enjoy some of the photos taken at the Lubbers' Birthday luncheon celebrated at the ROSE CAFE in TREYNOR, IOWA just six miles the gravel stretch of coounty L52 from the SCOLA offices, Featured entertainment is a SPOON ON THE NOSE ACT by Bob and Rosalie Soloth's grandson ANDREW.
View of Lubbers with the ANGEL FOOD VERY LIGHTLY GLAZED, More Mike Walsh Gallery pieces. BAYLESS PARK FOUNTAIN rising among us.
ANNOUNCING FREE LANGUAGE IMMERSION OPERATION (FLIO)
FREE LANGUAGE IMMERSION OPERATION (FLIO="I FLY" in virtual bilingualism) FREE LANGUAGE IMMERSION OPERATION
A) To provide efficacious AID for young Americans to choose a country-language-culture that matches their deepest inquisitive spirits, assist them to go there, remain there for, say, three years, immersed totally among your most ordinary typical citizenry--mainly concentrating on learning the language of the people, making lifelong friendships that will link them forever with the culture, engender swaps and exchanges of people and information, visits both ways to both countries and suchlike stuff. flio_4_world
B) Financial aid sufficient to motivate the commitment should be, say, around $6,000 USD per year--considering that one should gain some help by getting a job that brings a person into necessary regular speaking exchanges contact with native people. Such jobs might be low-paying near-volunteer type, jobs linked to one's religious choice of Sabbath-keeping or equivalent; they could even be into work allied with other assistance programs already active in the place, even if they are USA sponsored, similar to peace corps, Jesuit Volunteers, Lutheran-Baptist-Methodist-Whatnot charitable distributions.
C) We think that financial assistance from families might only interfere with the financially lonesome individual to rely largely on genuine immersion benefits in truly coming to the levels of language-culture Solidarity in true friendship and sharing with the people in wholesome generous far-extended family-type living.
D) Other programs that have attracted young members . . . compare their lives e.g. in work, with dedication and sacrificing for their commitments---to a life-style much like that of a good monk--type (only without monastery or vows). Still, the togetherness of a truly dedicated person portents falling in love with the people, liable to learn their ways and come pretty close to the kind of disciplined life that makes a man a man and woman a woman. The corporation should: * be a non-profit, educational * definitely loosed from any specific rreligion or faith, be separate and distinct from SCOLA * make possible various services to assist SCOLA, e.g. services by FLIO partakers To assist in links with entities in the Country they are living in . . . . * allow payment to FLIO's for services like marketing SCOLA, doing custom jobs like video-filming etc.
The Board of Directors should: * have between 12 and 24 members. * be made up of people prominent in prospering corporations capable of contributing to the FLIO Foundation; wives or husbands of such people should be equally recruited. * recruit other likely director candidates. * establish department-functions needed. * name directors each as a guide to a specific function. * Research fund-raising GLOBALLY. * Determine support functions in involved countries.
Departmental Tasks of the Foundation: * attract every young American who reaches their time of "WanderLust" through broad dynamic advertising, making paid volunteerism attractive as ideal solutions for "between periods" after e.g. a BA and before MA or Ph.D, or simply as a pre-linguistic period objective. * Determine requirements for accepting applicants: maturity, independence, creativity, etc. * Decide which countries make the list: highlighted? Encouraged? Dangerous? * assist in fund expansion, budgeting. * Selling the "story" of FLIO pan-usa. * helping with business contacts in target countries where jobs and aid for "flippers" can be had. * Create support spots or people onsite in some countries? Locations of FLIO Direction: * headquarters in Omaha, Nebraska? * Possible "filials" in other countries popular with "flio's." E.g. Paris, Egypt, Yemen, Niger, Ghana, Berlin, Moscow / Tobolsk etc Introduce Benefits re: global trade, for many young Americans knowing partner languages Well, motives for non-usa business and Private fortunes to support FLIO. * Create up-to-date info on countries. * Establish a policy of preferences? Small. "Poor," less spoken languages.
Why do I think That this program is crucial? (Lee Lubbers, S.J.)
Well, as founder and CEO of SCOLA for its early formative years til 2004, and all the personal contacts and friendships that has meant over the years, and now witnessing intimately as the SCOLA Chief Global Strategist under the most solid and dedicated personally nominated team at the helm (Francis Lajba, CEO, and Chairman of the Board U.S. Senator David Karnes, and dozens of specially gifted persons doing great things harmoniously every day) I think that I have seen close-up the languages needs of the Nation from umbilical viewpoints; all the great teachers and language programs at superb colleges and universities, of course, but standing out as well, loud and clear, are the astute observations of the dedicated people of the Language Training Programs of all the Intelligence Agencies Operations of the USA (and Canada, as well). In the inevitable germane topics arising constantly in my close working with all of these people and trying to hone SCOLA to the tune of their basic needs, one theme has always gnawed its way to the surface: How can Americans be motivated to learn languages?
There was even an invitation-only hyper conference sponsored by our Defense Department in Adelphia, Maryland, as a part of the University of Maryland. SCOLA people were invited for sure, even to demonstrate our video streaming etc. The scheduled opening speaker was Wolfowitz (no-show) himself--to underscore the importance. At the end of course was the inevitable small group decision-making narrowing things down: my impression, generally accepted there and everywhere, was, that THERE IS NO WAY ANY AMERICANS WILL LEARN ANY LANGUAGE TO BILINGUAL LEVEL UNLESS THEY ARE PAID TO DO IT; A job, barring some obvious ethnic-related exceptions. My friends, mainly at the Intelligence Agencies talked up a plan close to how I describe it here: We will see enough Americans learning the critical languages of the world only if we entice adequately fresh young Americans who have arrived at the itchy age of nest-flying, or good old Wanderlust to pick almost ANY language or country that pops into their punkin' heads, and are PAID to GO THERE and STAY for at least THREE YEARS immersed in the language and culture; then return to America to serve the PEOPLE, no matter what your work-- Because you know ANOTHER LANGUAGE near-bi-lingual, You are a citizen of the world.
The following skeletal outline for a Foundation of sorts, hopes to be a start. A start from nowhere, because even though the U.S.government recognizes best the veracity of this reasoning, IT IS TOTALLY INCAPABLE OF DOING THAT. As for a foundation needed to amass enough lucre to get this job done, I think it must build an Herculean vastitude in order to effect a totally new twist and spin in our slice if the planet. So, I think that by its very nature, billionairish money sitting around fallow AND WHICH is lonely and dying to fructify the yearning TO MAKE A MARK.
FINANCIAL RESOURCES that have lost the life force needed for intercourse with the world have been stacked so high and mighty as to collapse upon themselves. It's that kind of money that is needed in globs to do the job well and cover the earth with young dynamic Americans capable of gobbling up the warm spirits of the world's hospitality to all the ends of the earth. Of course the topmost priorities do and ought to do the obvious cleanup of vast life-threatening diseases and starvation, but the long-term groundwork for the primal substructure for amenities, cures and growth will be the only way to build solidly for present visions of solid futures.
More important than money (but not without it) are the disciplined savvy people whose advice and support can set the chassis of our engine into the best stage for orbit. A Board of Directors of top notch civic and national leaders to inspire one other dynamic partner person at a time until we have a continuing constantly revolving body of responsible agents, answering to a call to back and support the young pioneering Americans who are bold and courageous enough to knock down the invisible barriers to face-to-face economizing the planet. Early on I see it mandatory to prepare a short (20 min.) video movie, deeply inspirational, about the lives of dedicated linguists, translators and bridge-making language-savvy people; perhaps using students in the process: * grade school-Hi-schoolers in Council Bluffs, Iowa, Chinese classes * shots from operations at DLI Monterey, CA. * scenes in language applications in every-day actions: courtroom, College ESL classes, music, church, theater, citizenship helpers, etc. * scenes especially of Ami students abroad with much lingo accomplished already shown mixing t up with a group of the language and other Americans as well . . . .
******* Primary scenes--show Americans in a vast variety of countries--ones who are there on their own already and incidentally match more or less the objectives of the FLIO. (Cf. Creighton U. alumnus Paul Connor) ******* Show short interviews with students abroad.
Why aren't existing Youth programs enough? Because the focus for learning language in all the other service programs make achievement of quality language accomplishment secondary at best; and even though the environment for learning regular usage with cross-section of the populace,
I THINK THAT VERY OFTEN THE OVERT ALLIANCE OF "HELPERS" IN UNDEVELOPED LANDS WITH ORGANIZED RELIGIONS OR PROGRAMMED ORGANIZATIONAL ALTRUISM SOMETIMES FIND THEIR EFFECTIVENESS STUNTED OR RESENTED OR EVEN COUNTERPRODUCTIVE.
Still, the lingo will tend to be a narrow segment of specialized usage, and never really demands a breadth of ability across the board of disciplines of the culture and all its aspects. However, in some cases I think a person might be able to combine the two objectives, and it would be our aim to assist this choice with the same services as for the others, especially since we are ++ encouraging our option as learning the language broadly mostly by self disciplined seeking all the broad sources of learning: talking with citizens regularly from every walk of life, every kind of simple low-paying work, arts, theater, music, universities, libraries, markets, sweat work, leisure, sports and relaxations.
Quite aside from the worldwide celebration this week of the jubilee celebration of the awsome mathematical "cracking" of the Poincaré conjecture, whereby, "To a topologist, a rabbit is the same as a sphere. Longitude and latitude lines on the rabbit allow mathematicians to map it onto different forms while preserving information." (NYTimes, Tues. August 15, '06, p. F1; holy day of Assumption of the BVMary into Heaven. And the formal initiation of the FOUNDATION FOR FREE LANGUAGE IMMERSION OPERATION. HERE FOLLOWS A LOT OF MY EARLIER ATTEMPTS TO OUTLINE THIS VENTURE. PLEASE BE PATIENT AND READ AS MUCH AS YOU NEED,
)This is the startup outline of the bilingual plan for complete immersion paid for by concerned billionaires around the world; universal international concern motivated by wise people in all other lands seeing that the brain blindness of northamericans helpless to understand the minds of foreign linguophones is an intellectual straightjacket for the various cooperative developmental global projects like world trade and democritization.
The world resents rightly the disastrous unfair pitch and tilt of the playing table. Beyond the enormous admitted benefits of English as a world language, it only makes more stark that the honest mutuality plus give-and-take essentials for the repartee nature of working together on the same planet are selfishly wanting.
Inheriting oddly the fate of all great powers like Rome when Latin was official “world-wide” or when French was mandatory for effective world communication, Spanish for coonization, English speakers currently are bullying their way to domination without ever a clue as to what the others are trying to mean; without wide bilingual capabilities the world is destined to grow more unfair with even the best ESL negotiators being talked down low under the table with ever widening gaps in the wealth that by the nature of its production can only be bargained into somewhat balanced equity by literate players.
The world is angry with those who flee from them by the nature of their mock-mute stance. “Me no savvy” has many pseudo-literate synonyms like “We can get this done elsewhere.” Throwing money at the most susceptible population will not make the treasurer-producer loved. Those projects initiated “man-to-man” even in casual banter-palaver and helping hands have fed the hearts and souls of neighbors and "a pari" contributed to the amelioration of those snafus of distribution that hassle existing assistance programs in all critical areas liable in such things to gobbled self-helpings from the goodies lavished.
THERE IS MORE (but I will be editing the junk out furiously in the coming weeks. I promise.)
THE WHOLE WORLD CAN'T BE WRONG SCOLA MOTTO
Blogging along totally in a reminiscent fog, I was sure that I was dutifully, as founder and leader till relatively recently, writing the plain objective story of SCOLA, presumably as only I could do it; that’s what I was commissioned to do, after all, by my friends who do all the great services provided now: growing before my very eyes into a one-hundred-twenty country Digital babbleTower of Television taking their daily pulses in more than eighty languages:
This project is my first experience blogging however, and I was nervous about getting enough pages posted before opening it even to SCOLA people for necessary team input. But then, a bit frazzled, I finally halted, paused for the first time after a few “postings,” to read for myself what I had written so far; and Lo! And Behold! I woke to the cold fact that I was blogging a blooming personal apologia of sorts.
I thought of SCOLA‘s story initially in terms of peoples or countries coming together as a sort of communitarian Locus for seeing, knowing and digesting what everybody else in the world is up to. Like a TV SPECTACLE of the passing scene--an on-going motion picture show gallery archive for . . . historians? . . . antiquarians? . . . obituaries?
But no! The dynamics of living pulse- monitoring on any fraction of this scale means participation in the most personal and intimate ways. You learn and live the languages, the nuances of all that signifies and conveys information. It is about the conglomerates and totality of all the individual people who as a solidarity live and have ever lived in the Universe—all coming together in the grand convergence of mankind—one great unified flock come together at the point of “home at last” to the
Sense of being surrounded by the elements that make us comfortable with the otherness, cozy in the cosmic.
This stretched-out perspective, more realistic, I think, makes SCOLA’s place look terribly tiny, but in better ways more important as a coded icon for the cosmo-genic glue that melds all people into one by dousing the spectacle, jumping “cold” into otherhoods, new idioms, get-up-and-go participation in the action of what is real. SUCH THINK-AGONIES underscore the urgency of language learned to the limitless. What that means is that SCOLA RESOURCES REQUIRE THAT YOU WARM UP TO A COUNTRY AS THOUGH YOU WERE GETTING READY TO DO A LEAPING LEARNING ENLIGHTENMENT. which in turn requires that you ready for a complete metastasis of lingua culture, temporary turncoat metamorphosis in a born-again learning plunge.
The Great Holy Spirit at the loins of all communication, languages and babellings thereof, is the Source of what the threads of life say to us, say what is the Meaning of life, what is the binder of all Solidarity of the human race from the beginning of soulful life to the mountain where Salvation lies.
In this direction I hope to point out all the elements of our lives where the services of SCOLA (AND SHORTY: FLIO) do help immerse us in the grand family of mankind. This is in no sense of denial or discouragement in the rich ethnicities of the human race nor in the importance of patriotism in the ever more democratic civil polities of the world. Rather in this story I invite readers to help point out how in their most perfect forms they assist all peoples to greet every sunrise in every clime that we are all children of one God who put each of us here.
Evident, these days, rising increasingly almost out of the stones of the earth are signals from hearts starving for some—almost “any”—signal that Some Really Significant Meaningful-in-Life ONE is out there, the God of Creation. Tell me about it.
What holiness experts seem to be trying to say (more or less) is that since our Creator made us with the full intention that even after a sometimes rough trip through life, we should definitely succeed, make it, “be saved; and, as impossible as it seems in the many awful cases we can all think of, “Nothing is impossible with God.” Check it out yourself:
My point in using one theological model (which, I’d say, is pretty crucial to the lives of all of us) is to clinch ultimately the place our primal native languages play in the “coming together” of all mankind. I risk repeating in a thousand different ways the existential reality that it might be easy for me all alone lonerwise to get lost, but togetherness in solidarity with all God’s children succeeds. Unless I join the Human Race I’m dangerously on the wrong track. Reader: you can easily think of a parallel model from your own paradigmatic childhood.
Back in the Dark Ages (say, about until 1962-65 0f this era) wussie voices in the night had bad night-blindness in the face of various noble faith-positions now seen to possess full moral and spiritual goods for a good life. In fact, the “otherness” from the hitherto deemed “mother-faith” can clearly from evidence of centuries of Provident action claim intrinsec value sufficient to stand firm as genuine Revelation for specific cultures in different times, and, a pari, even today.
Realist thinking like this began, as most of us know full well, with the stark actuality of many religions in existence, and, we may conclude, providentially raised to bring your typical othernesses closer to His Providence. Christian as well as non-Christian; and, as for the non-Christians, most all do “match (we add as a sop to some of us [my emphasis]), Christianity in terms of the practice of virtue which they engender, the profundity of the spirituality they inculcate.” (Terrence Merrigan, p.61)
If any of you Westerners are still out there, it might interest (or surprise) you “that most people in the world are not and are never likely to be Christian . . . .” (ibid. p.60) which perhaps has crossed many minds in reading histories touching relations with Islam. Link:
Then on what basis is the what kind of unity or solidarity ever to be wrenched out, may we look in the direction of dominant instincts today towards DIALOGUE which must in part be interreligious and lead all of us down unfamiliar paths for “experience of the other,” (link: ), At this point it is good to remind ourselves that at some not too distant future we are KARMA’d to be at the very least perfectly tolerant, if not buddy-buddy actually, Arab Muslim with Irish Catholic, Pope with Imam, Fundamentalist with Flaming Liberal. So what the Heck.
One of the areas of dialog has to be in the functioning of globalism through world trade. In a market scenario where workers in a small poor land churn stuff under tight budget contract out and are pittance paid, the customers-buying profiting are thieving staight out. The contracting logo product managers are the triggers of the robbery. There will never be a time when the small country at such a pace can partake of the pie and taste the good life.
Maybe the contractors should be obliged to speak the native language of the small contracting country in negotiating foreign-site production.
Note well that the small contracting countries have sometime long since abandoned their pride of unique native language and culture and even made English the official tongue of the nation in order, they think, to allow everyone to participate in the big business money pot. Perhaps a return to self-assertion of the national richness of tongue and native genious will Bring it back into legitimacy in the swirl mondial of values and services of importance also to others around the world.
Reportedly the Pentagon has drawn its own peculiar new map of the world; In it is a delineation of a “core” of countries that are “functioning; that is, they are economically stable such that a comfortable life for the citizenry makes for a dependable labor market, good customers for traded products, and continued cultural development.
Outside are found the “Non-integrating Gap.” These countries faced the roaring Information World that invited all to the party of worldwide prosperity of products and connection with the rest of mankind. Leapfrogging into coveting all that the world had to offer and was bandied about constantly before their eyes; all without giving the means, the education, the training, the capital and the motivation to build a society capable of participation. The world finally awakened to realize that a new disorder of the world was in the making; demands for crisis response around the world multiplied, the military decided it had to design a different sort of army—one part which could jump to snuff sudden crises here and there—and draw a new map of the world, spotting the “disfunctioning countries where jobless jokers slouch around the corners of mischief markets.
Current goals, I guess, are primarily zeroed in on helping more of the non-integrating gap countries into the Functioning Core; a good and necessary thing. There are many books poking around the fringes of this subject these days, but none of these point one word to the pride of culture and language at catastrophic risk in the excessive one-way streetism of current world trade methods, practices and policies.
Reduced to one specific example, imagine a product called X-BOOTS. HERMAN is the name of the production and manufacturing company in New Rockland. One bright day Herman needs to lower prices on X-Boots drastically in order to compete and make more money. He finds a potential sub-contractor group in Sweetonia capable of making boots for a song. The Sweet company makes the boots and even ships them to the various markets.
Indicated by the contractor. The Herman company now fires its worker in New Rockland, since the company now needs only a skeleton office to make contracts with foreign workers, negotiate salaries, specify markets, keep books and count money.
The Sweet workers now want a bigger share, salary raises, for their work. Herman says “No!” and Sweet objects. Herman then reminds Sweet people to take it or Herman will move the whole kaboodle to Sloponia. End of Story.
The situation is a Hybris event of overweening bully, economic threat, linguistic runaround and total cultural bankruptcy.
Of course these situations could gradually disappear if wages’ standards equal to those in the contracting country could be applied; profits would again be the result of more genious, efficiency and competition. Gradual ability of more bilingual people involved would certainly help mutual cultural togetherness foster a better business and indeed a better product. All this would certainly contribute to better people, a better society etc etc.
I’d hate to put my finger on the real language problem; it seems so negative, Instead, let’s just say:
• scads of products originate in the USA
• most of those are manufactured in Gap countries
• most core country people are multi-lingual and include english
• Most other countries’ people learn English and make English official
• Few Northamericans are bilingual
• Spanish/English bilingualism is creeping into the USA.
The best story and analysis of the strains to which the overwhelming adoption of English as International language of choice subjects us, is an article ([pdf] LANGUAGE LEARNING, GLOBALISM, AND THE ROLE OF ENGLISH) , by Humphrey Tonkin. (GIVE ALL THAT TO GOOGLE, AND PRESTO.) It is not really a total blessing, this omni presence of English in the world, its common official international use.
I suggest you read the whole article, (PLEASE!) but let me feature a couple of segments:
“We know enough about the world to move around it with relative ease, but our limites knowledge confuses response to economic stimuli with what Americans call life, liberty and the pursuit of hapininess. Those great ideals ring increasingly hollow in our conflict-ridden world. A major cause of our confusion before the globe that we have created is our inability or our unwillingness to go beyond the boundaries of our elite universe to engage the people at its fringes and beyond, in terms, and in languages, that they understand, The very seductiveness of the welcoming world of technology and mobility and the English language, its very openness to all who qualify, may blind us to what lies beyond. We need languages to reach beyond the envelope of wealth and privilege in which we find ourselves,”
“We can perhaps recognize . . . that we have the feeling that English is the lingua franca
of international education, but we who are locked in our own linguistic house, no matter how commodious its rooms nor how broad the surrounding parkland, do not have the means to understand them. Furthermore, having a single language for global communication may have its advantages, but it comes at considerable cost to the diversity of cultures. Indeed it makes doubly imperative that we learn how to communicate effectively with the rest of the world in a spirit of reciprocity and openness.”
Needs, visions, futures:
church, Society, world.
As Chief Global Strategist of SCOLA, and a devoted Jesuit, currently dedicated to writing SCOLA's story from its startup in 1980, and tentatively entitled "The Whole World Can't Be Wrong," let me lay out some of the "phantasmas" we are wresting from our entanglements with sundry countries globally. (please see >www.scola.org<) Because, some disparate interests have very mutualizing objectives--with fine tuning in some cases. E.g.: Just as the broad tantalizing tentacles of capitalism reach out so generously, inviting every sort of trade and cultural participation for greater growth of Globalism's core panoply of suitably prospering economies, so, too, has VATICAN II resurgence reminded us dynamically of what precisely it means to "Go out to ALL THE NATIONS …."
NEEDS OF SOULS
It of course has been impressive that disciples of Christ have truly been actively ensconced in practically every nook and cranny of the ends of the earth, Sorry, but simply being no matter how active in all those populations has not in the most critical cases touched the faith-nerve at the deepest abysses of the souls of peoples already for centuries responding in their kind to God's kindred summons and signing in blood cosmic covenants of consanguineous sorts.
Great disciples on the road, many great Jesuits especially, have transmogrified to become the "others," in a cultural metamorphosis in genuine empathetic identification inside the souls of those with whom they shared the Good News. Li Ma-dou (Matteo Ricci comes to mind; in our own times, De Lubac and Danielou lived among the East Indies peoples immersed in languages riches, as did Dupuis who lived, worked and taught in India for 22 years. The point being that these men, because of their own capacity of immersion into the missiological drama have been able to pierce revelations cloudy for coarser tongues and minds and awaken for us the directions and intents of revelations God has been trying to blast through to us for eons. Make no mistake that we are talking simplistic trading of one palabration for another; but rather the whole theater of meaning that another world-set achieves on this particular mountain-top.
Core countries, of course, being those already neatly functioning enough to fit into the world trade picture with no fuss. Outside the core are the small, poor, less important lands that bear nursing unto sufficient maturity status for playing with the "big" kids; or else . . . their neglect, joblessness or resentment might trigger big "problemas mondiales." These countries put together are numerous; they are in fact "the nations." Recall that in 1983 the American and British Governments withdrew in a huff from unesco because the un-super powers united against them in defense against the overwhelming one-way information communications highways totally dominated by the super-powers raining down upon them, they felt, gross destruction of their cultures, values, languages, mores and all they held sacred. (This was the NWICO in unesco at this time.) And as a result the rich developments potential of the various educational, scientific, cultural works of unesco have been for the past 25 years completely stymied. (SCOLA has been a member of the Int'l Film and TV Council of unesco since that time, 1983, in the Conseil internationale du cinema et de la television et toutes autres moyens de l'audiovisuel.)
Language sensibilities are again, and even more now, critical to understand the world's needs today. Alarming even more than the post-deregulation-of-satellite communications period when American movies and all else was delivered willy-nilly to vast earth-footprint areas without so much as a howdy-do; thus portended the triumphal arrival of the English language as the almost exclusive idioma-fawcet imposed, like-it-or-not upon the globe. International business and foreign affairs notwithstanding, it is understandable that some lands of babel conditions need a lingua franca, but please be startled that some of the non Anglophone big boys are marketing classes and their own prestigious educational programs in English--in order to attract greater numbers of students from around the world, whence vast hords come ready English speakers, too slow to try local languages even when they represent really commonly spoken important literary, cosmopolitan, and used in world diplomacy.
Hence the realization of the lesser-lingo speaker that he never really feels the deeply human gratification that "someone out there knows what I think and feel." This may make tremors not only for locals, but around the globe where profound human solidarity multiplies geometrically to nth power any slight suffered by "our brothers.". Frustrations so deep are a terribly foolish thing to ignore. As an American, my frustration is kindred, but is partly also a slippery feeling of loss; loss of friends whom you can really understand; loss of any secure feeling that in all the "talking" I never really get all the savvy , sense, feel or aura of what my foreign friends are saying. Or what is even worse, all the communicating on all sides and in all subjects has perpetually been Englished on all sides, so that now even the most sacred source materials are in English, in Anglophone places "translated" into "Id." So, no brain will ever again have a breath of fresh air.
Try this on: "America's curse is the englishing of the world." Unless Americans do dip into other lingos even to near bilingual status . . . any language at all, for starters, can we open our souls for other-cultural other-lingual germination. This is more true for the Jesuit world, I reckon, than for the business one. Early Jesuit training in other (any other) country is a baptism into the vast "Other-dom" of "The Nations" that Jesus sent us out to THE ENDS OF THE EARTH. This challenge for young potential candidates is the elixer of Olympic quality novices. Must reading for novices for today's needs of the church: (Jesuit author-theologians whose themes helped create the Vatican II Council:
In days o f yore we'd imagine all the missionaries going all over the earth, verily to the antipodes proclaiming God's Word to all the nations. We would in history find that much ambitious missionizing took place alongside equally purposing empire building of pious Christian polities. So maybe thus quite naturally they saw religious life in new places needing conversion to the absolute cooky-cutter stamp of their own ginger bread world flat out, plain, pure and in every detail. So a little culture rubs off on the natives, but what if . . . ? Admit, then, that enculturation comes before talk in the big scale of values in the sky, but then why did the chicken cross the road? Admit language. How describe soul functions? And how they express individuality along with primordial human solidarity, antipodal easings simultaneously with "theurgical" brewings of stark magical inspiration from God knows where; exactly. Then how preach Verbum to those born deeply in Confucianism, Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity and Islam, saying "Dominus Vobiscum?" Making like an orphan and having to live with your Aunt Bridgette who is really nice, is the only way to know where you came from and where you are. And talking her talk starches each tread to strong
Fullness of daily life.
The Church's needs are explicit in the plaintive and generous invitations of the GAUDIUM ET SPES conclusions of VATICAN II. Like awakening to the vast outstretched world, triggering the limning of a theology, not of a billion Catholics, not of 2 billion Christians, but of eight billion people existing at any one time on the planet; and like with enthusiasm inviting them indiscriminately, come one, come all. Come, no matter what . . . don't believe in God? Nor in Christ? Sinner? Come here where you belong. Peace. Welcome. The big bad world is where Jesus has always sent us out to. That very mass of humanity has, precisely by eventuations in our lifetimes we are witnessing been prepared as never before for their confrontation with the direct Word of God. Pain and suffering has been enough. Maturity of common human thinking and experience has primed us all. The appetite for any kind if unity and peace is strong.
The liberalism of Vatican II is beginning to look more like classic fare long overdue. The ultra-conservative are fairly forewarned of the dangers of going off their edge into fundamentalist pits. Conservative Right, fear not; the cruel world is not the your enemy, it is your laboratory and studio.
Cf. also NOSTRA AETATE The Relation of the Church to Non-Christian Religions.
SCOLA's objectives center around the afore-mentioned poor countries, the ones whose main languages no one outside the country wants to learn, or even in it fewer speak. Our mission statement, independently formulated by our brave mixtum-gatherum of Christians (an occasional muslim, Turk, other) is in no way antipathetic to the finest Jesuitical ambition. It is understood with an incredible faith, that, of course, even those of Islam will with charity and love be nurtured (anon?) into suitable neighbors, co-workers, friends and if God wants, Christians. We are confident that just as Capitalist Globalism and Catholic Missiologizing to the Nations proceeds, we proceed with languages and the linguistic catalyst for Unity, because for no other reason than that everyone seems to be omitting this link.
FLIO: FREE LANGUAGE IMMERSION OPERATION
Some SCOLA visions see all young Americans, when they arrive at the age of WanderLust, being given the wherewithal to pick a country, any-which country, off the top of their punkin’ heads, go there to live until they achieve a good near-bilingual level, and then come home and continue contacts forever, visiting second home country and entertaining second foreign family among us from time to time, Such will create a leavened bread of life for all our citizenry. I can see Jesuit recruiting attracting ever more spirited and brave souls to the Society alerted by the breadth and expansiveness of the church's vision and our place in it. Options as to countries for novice training? Many different nations. Pick the one the Spirit moves you to. Any one will train as good as any, because it's "other."
INCLUDING THIS PHOTO OF THE "FRAMED" EXERCISE BALOON is a continued educational audiovisual trinket done to help visualize thesimplicity of the home-made satellite reception antenna. It is the concave surface of the INSIDE OF THE SPHERE WHICH REFLECT TO A RICH AREA THE SIGNALS COMING FROM THE TRANSPONDING (retransmitting on a different frequency) SATELLITE. The area where you locate your receiving "antenna" is located at a floating space at a distance from the spherical concave surface roughly half the radius of the imaginary sphere. That "antenna" in reality is NOT those big "dishes" you see, but a small brass (usually) "T" form piece of metal the size of the wave-lenbth of the transmission involved; that would make it in our transmissions and receptions, the wavelength of 6 gigaherz, about 4 to 6 mm. This woould warn you that if you would like to use a screen surface antenna (reflector) the size of the open space must be smaller than that, otherwise the signal would just fall through rather than reflect to the amplifier cum "antenna." AL-JAZEERA
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July 6th, 2006
4th OF JULY '06 ADVENTURE--ADDING CHANNEL FIVE:
Below, L-R in first photo are: Scott Logan, Al Feinhold and John Hanlon,
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SCOTT AL JOHN
ABOVE LEFT: Al Feinhold, John Hanlon, Dawn Conrad and Stevene VanOutry. Above RIGHT: First sights new CHANNEL FIVE
TOUGH CONCENTRATION GETTING NEW CHANNEL 5 STARTED 4th of July 2006 weekend brought a climactic scurry of intense restructure of the system to reconfigure the SCOLA web page and its smooth operations for the addition of the fifth channel.
Al pushes the button for the REAL START of NEW CHANNEL FIVE. Team collaboration the first July week, late extra hours and precision put together the successful efforts to get the 5th channel up on the VIDEO STREAM ON SCHEDULE. Al feinhold activates the newly added channel Five. (All photos
by David Decker of SCOLA)
This Solo photo is of the final 60 years as Jesuits celebrations event June 8th, 2006, with the "PROVINCE DAYS" with banquet and giving mementos of 60 years as Jesuits by Tom Krettek, Provincial. In other parts of the blog see photo memos of the trip of five of the class celebrating in Paris plus mention of the entire class getting together in St. Louis just to palaver. Already Lubbers is cooking up FLUO? eyeflybilingo
This shot is of Tom Krettek, Provincial, giving a plaque to Lubbers, as Jesuit Brother Ed Gill reads his own distinctIVE STYLE intro of rasberries and cream--which here following is quoted verbatim: QUOTE:
Our pilgrimage leader was Lee,
on this we can all agree,
but, before the trip, we gave him the slip,
so he had to catch up in Paris."
THE FORMAL CAKE-CUTTING LAUNCH OF CHANNEL FIVE
(Here follows the article from the Council Bluffs Non Pareil online newspaper, The photo above taken by the reporter participating at the event.)
Staff photo/Phil Rooney - Wayne Bryant, who chaired the Pottawattamie County Board of Supervisors when SCOLA moved to its current site, looks on as Chang Hong, anchorwoman of SCOLA’s Chinese news programming, cuts a cake celebrating the launch of SCOLA’s Channel Five. Looking on is Santosh Sah of Nepal, a magazine publisher and director of youth programs who also works with SCOLA.
Monday was a day for pats on the back at SCOLA, the non-profit organization nestled in the hills by McClelland that provides satellite broadcasts of foreign language news and entertainment programming from 90 countries. SCOLA Channel Five is now on the air. Channel Five, which signed on July 1, will offer news, entertainment and cultural programming from the Middle East and Africa. In the coming months, the remaining channels will be reformatted to group programming from specific areas of the world to include Europe, Asia and Spanish-speaking countries.
Guests from around the world gathered Monday at the SCOLA Antenna Farm to hail the newest development in the service that started a quarter of a century ago in a garage on the Creighton University campus. "Congratulations on the launch of Channel Five," said Chang Hong, anchorwoman of SCOLA's Chinese news coverage that originates at the farm near McClelland. SCOLA Vice President John Millar said Channel Five will offer the most programming ever provided from Africa. "This is not going to be a colonial look," Millar said. "We are going to be seeing Africa from inside out." Channel Five viewers will be able to see programming from Ethiopia, Ghana, South Africa, Uganda and Zambia. Middle Eastern programming includes Lebanon and Iraq.
Advertisement Click Here! Santosh Sah of Nepal told of how he has worked with SCOLA to increase Asian programming, including a recent period when his country went from a democracy to a monarchy and back to a democracy. SCOLA often provided the world with its only look of what was going on in Nepal, he said. "That really helped get the word out of Nepal," Sah said. "There has been a tremendous contribution of SCOLA." Sah, who also is a magazine publisher and leader of youth programs, will return to Nepal in a few weeks and hopes to help connect SCOLA to more programming from additional Asian countries that will make for an Asian channel, or Channel Six. "That will be in the pipeline," he said.
Loren Knauss, chairman of the Pottawattamie County Board of Supervisors, said he remembered his first visit to the SCOLA Antenna Farm when he responded to a call while on duty as a reserve deputy for the Pottawattamie County Sheriff's office. Knauss said the first thing he heard was a language he didn't know, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be there. That feeling has changed because of SCOLA's role of providing insight and understanding in a world troubled by wars and other violence. "We're very proud of what you do here," Knauss said. SCOLA officials confirmed that three more channels are being planned, with Channel Six to be added in about a year. #
THE RIBBON CUTTING FOR CHANNEL FIVE at 1000 ZULU, MONDAY JULY 24, 2006
CARTOON and ARTICLE on the occasion of SCOLA LAUCHING its standard RETRANSMITING AL JAZEERA--from the NON-PAREIL newspaper, Council Bluffs, Iowa. (CLICK TO ENLARGE)
ADDITION OF CHANNEL FIVE and subsequently 6, 7, and 8--underlines SCOLA's intentions to dedicate AND denominate channels according to world area interests: e.g. CONTINENT / GEOGRAPHY / KEY RELATIONSHIPS / CONVENIENCE. (KEEP POSTED.)
Headline: SCOLA DRAWS INTEREST FOR AIRING AL-JAZEERA
BY STAFF WRITER Dan Eshelman
DATELINE:: Friday, April 4th, 2006. McCLELLAND-SCOLA, a nonprofit educational communications organization based here, this week began airing programs from a popular Arabic satellite station.Producers and a film crewfrom NBCNews travelled to the SCOLA location Tuesday and Wednesday to gather information for a story about the addition of Al-Jazeera to the programming lineup. But it isn't known for certain when the story mmay be aired. "With all the major news related to the war in Iraq, itjust depends on when time can be found during a newscast," said David Decker, program contracts manager for SCOLA.
He said the piece could be run on the network's Nightly News show or on one of its other news programs such as the Today show or Dateline. The story could be presented on acable station, CNBC. Another possibility may be to distribute the story over the network's Web site at www.msnbc. "There are different places where the story could appear," Decker said. Al-Jazeera newscasts are shown at 5:30 p.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays and are available on the cable television system in Council Bluffs. The satellite station's programs originate in the Persian Gulf state of Qatar, and are generally considered to be independent news reports not controlled directly by government authorities. SCOLA does not edit the Al-Jazeera programs. Decker said it took several months to obtain permission from the station to rebroadcast its signals. "Because we're. a nonprofit organization, it took a while for us to complete the arrangements necessary to secure the rights," he said.
The Al-Jazeera newscasts are being shown aspart of a lineup that includes untranslated programs from 72 countries. Scola provides programming across the nation, mostly to schools. The U.S, government utilizes programs aired by SCOLA to teach language and current events to diplomats. #
Copacetic with the CHANNEL FIVE LAUNCH, HERE IS AN INTRODUCTION TO A KEY PORTION OF SCOLA FAMILY. DECEMBER 2005, saw the honorary Ph.D. awarded to Founder LEE LUBBERS SJ, AN AWARD RECKONED TO BE A PARI RECOGNITION OF THE SCOLA PEOPLE WHOSE WORK REALLY CREATED AND CONTINUES TO MAKE EDVOLVE.
HERE ARE PHOTOS introducing Henri hervé and his family: Isabel with boys Erik and Etienne; other guests (like my Sister, from Mikwaukee, and others are identified.
Etienne (l) and Erik, young French boys came from Paris to celebrate the SCOLA Honorary Doctorate of SCIENCE with us all. Henri and Isabel have been key support for the international links we have achieved for scola growth more than two decades; The boys are shown in my office during theit visit to scola--digging out the games deep inside my MAC that
I didn't even know existed. Henri is our Representative in Paris; working for the Ministère des affaires étrangères, he posseses a savvy for relationships with the countries around the world. This makes him function perfectly as representative in meetings at unesco of which scola has from earliest beginning been a member (conseil internationale du cinema et de la télevision, et tout autres moyens de l'audiovisuel.) My sister Jean, long a sponsor of any of my "foolishness," really enjoyed visiting with Isabel and her boys. Henri has become her favorite person (next to Francis.)
Cheri, of scola, and Isabel. Jean LEE with Henri, obviously in very animated conversation CEO and PRESIDENT, FRANCIS LAJBA shares his obviously irresistable magnetism with Isabel and Jean.
Left, Wayne Bryant, chief of Pottawattamey County Board of Supervisors when SCOLA bought this property tells Etienne and Erik about the good old days.
June 2nd, 2006
MY GUEST ROOM WITH VIEW OF COURTYARD
MAIN JESUIT HOUSE IN PARIS
View from a window in the oldest part of the complex. This area is for visitors from other lands there for short term stays. Jesuits in Paris for longer term, e.g. studies might be housed in the "students wing" see straight ahead and right to the street (Grenelle 42.)
DEPICTING EARLIEST JESUIT COMPANIONS
FIRST GET-TOGETHER FOR VOWS, 1534
A painting showing the 1534 vows of Ignatius, Xavier, Favre, Bobadilla, Rodriguez, Salmeron, Laynez.
CONTEMPLATIVE SISTERS OF THE GOOD SHEPHERD WHO SERVED
IN OMAHA, SUPPORTING SCOLA IN ITS EARLIEST GROWTH.
Top row L-R are Sisters: Angeline Ianazzo, Grace Irene Marshal, Carmel Margaret Haschke,
Adele George Dunlap, Dorothy Agnes Haschke, Cecilia Porter, Joan Fidelis Birmingham,
and Elizabeth Clouse.
Front Row, Seated, are Sisters: Edith Hesser, Irene Raphael Haschke, Vincent Napier, Rose Rojakovik,
and Clare Filipowicz.
THE CURRENT SCOLA TEAM AT THE MCCLELLAND IOWA ANTENNA FARM
First names, not present: Auston, Matt, Heather, Stacy. Group rear L-R: Charles, Leon, Leslie, Spencer, Joe Gulizia, Melody, Lee, (Kate), Francis, Rosalie, Cheri, Dan, Marilyn, Ed, Lori, Lois, Bob, and (partly shown) Felix. FRONT ROW Ric, Michael, John, Dawn.
An image of IGNATIUS LOYOLA on the campus of XAVIER UNIVERSITY in Cincinati, Ohio
(COPY of THE WHOLE WORLD.doc as of 10/30/04)
NOT JUST A BUNCH OF
FOREIGN TV PROGRAMS
While it would indeed be a big mistake to expect the SCOLA story to be a mere grocery list, diary account of events proceeding from an initial vision and ending in a packaged product, still on the
opposite end one should not expect SCOLA to be the compendium of what wisdom professional critical political analysts, philosophers and political scientists should have been remarking upon the dramaturgic scene. SCOLA is as an atmospheric tool, the aire you breathe to be or not to be.
What the gamut of nations and peoples tell us of themselves by spilling out their hearts and souls in dramatic full-motion color video productions “live” every single day of the world must be some kind of search-engine’s dream. The panoply of actively endlessly newsifying on the scale of 120 nations beats out transcending any (even if 24-hour) miniscule, teensy-weensy micro view news dimension.
As a polity fed digitally to the world, we begin actually to believe that we really are whom the viewers see us on the tube to be.
With a cautionary; still, the panoply unfolding is more about the people who devour the drama and are indeed drawing conclusions as to where the world is, is going, whether well or ill, why and wherefore. No wise leader makes up “his own mind.” And holding one’s own country exclusively to a sway of home-bred views is a definition of being held hostage.
For this reason the story of SCOLA is routed through all the elements of the mixtum gatherum of
the human race: young and old students of the languages, politicians, statesmen, world leaders, even government intelligence agents—all balancing staggering amounts of input in the process of critical decision making. Most look at the human action for clues upon which to base attitudes, motives, aims and objectives. Most do this in the critical formative decision stages when trying to reckon just how good or bad is the work they attempt for common good.
Startling as the results may seem, analysts of the world scene even now feel inclined, rightly perhaps, to label and classify the countries around the planet according to their ability to “belong” to the smooth functioning trading complexus of nations globally and relatively peacefully.
For reasons like this, it is intrinsic to the SCOLA visionary objectives that video material from countries outside the mainline highways of commerce and travel be included, even featured in its regular offerings. We call these places the “small or developing countries,” their languages “less commonly spoken or taught.” Unless the real threads of communication, the languages and cultural icons of these peoples and countries be dressed and ready to awaken to their just place in the world, they would be not only left out but more likely avoided by the big guys in the grand parade of globalization
Being left out, for such life-doms, makes bullies of the rest of the world, and jacks up the ante on global resentment in the hearts of those who have nothing. And “naughts” are what feeds hate, destruction and hopelessness. Maybe satanizes even otherwise well-meaning intentions.
Brain trusts, seers, prophets and enlightened consultants for the leaders who try to steer us through the impossible contradictions and abutting opposites of today’s world, still do not, will not, give in to the irrefragable experience that communication is rooted in and through language, preferably by people face to face voicing audible phonemes in an exchange wherein they arrive at a settling pause-point from which they can move on, each richer and for the better. Translators can’t really help; that is only interference. Machines have fooled us into thinking they might get better. Even if everyone learns English, that won’t do it; it’s still lingo that carries its cultural baggage . Everyone in the world learn English? What a great tragedy that would be for the world.
The coloration of the world-mind lost in the process would reduce us all to babbling repeaters of the same sets. The in-core participants speaking to those outside the core in their own minor language in their own places is the only "where" where they can join the core and build selves into a coherent legitimate participating modern nation. This is their “coloration,” what is the fluorescence and energy of the rare (unique) free spirits we want recruited for our world to be. And anywho which has had the good fortune to live and work with simple citizens in almost tribal contexts becomes acutely aware of the moxie genius potential for hordes of supposed "nobodies" in "nowhere's-ville."
So it aint the money nor the teky junk that monster nations brag that drags tiny lands into the main stream. It is the free-er and creating-est spirits in the people-hood lying fallow for willy-nilly talk. TALK is the megaphone of the spirit, the brain, the guts, the soul spilling out its mettle and pluck in every mutual CON-VER-SA-TION, even between native speaker and any barbarian, as long as the barbarian has done the long hard dirt road of mutualizing, scilicet, climbing the frontier mountain, learning even their lingo enough to greet your own idea of a barbarian with "hello" in his own "X#%&*9T" language. East is East and West is
The point is, that although SCOLA itself dast not or perhaps better deigns not, claim, as NGO and non-profit, quasi a-political, to be a player in the cosmic decisions of world political life, it lays itself out bare and flat on an open stage for all to see, how each country tells its own people each night before they go to bed what is going on of import in the land they love. They, the natives, are the only true judges of the truth and sincerity of what they are regularly media-fed, their own home-made progress report.
SECULAR SALTING RELIGION
However,on a supra international scenario SCOLA might be living out a model for the way spirit meets spirit through prime matter of lingo-jingo hocus-pocus. The nationalistic-minded communist People's Republic of China, as of this writing, refuses foreigners the right to work religiously, missionize, for any forms of Christianity in China. Quite partly properly, however, the task is reserved for native citizens. This seems to work for the Chinese, by and large, except for the requirement for all to belong to what is generously named the "patriotic" church.
Some Chinese Christians, both protestant and catholic, have long refused to kow-tow to the Beijing religious office as an objectionable secular interference in world-transcending matters; these are labeled "underground" churches and have suffered a lot of legally imposed strictures and jail penalties for their faith.
But then again, a hearty plurality of Christians and catholics have for some long time realized a sort-of Pax Romana whereby these easier-going compromising (only in non-sacred essentials) entities register with the officialdom in Beijing, get their church buildings back for religious use (under certain conditions) , and Beijing (sort-of) will not mess up in purely religious affairs or appointments. Not a perfect situation, but, then again . . . .
Religious people of mission bent, knowing that China has dire need of assistance from non-Chinese experts in many areas, are often the first to grab contractual service jobs doing distinctive work for and in China, usually for teaching crucial specialized subjects for which Chinese experts are in short supply.
The most popular job taken by Americans and other nationals has been teaching English in schools, or indeed many other important subjects in demand in China.
The main idea behind such maneuver is definitely not a feined missionizing move (and any violation would be quickly punished), but a genuine realization that this kind of mixing-it-up with and for the Chinese nation will help ever-so-little-maybe, the country to rise to where it joins the world and assuages some of the humanly objectionable aspects of communism.
So, for example, an important Jesuit in charge of monitoring Jesuit educational operations in East and Southeast Asia, encourages this solution, proclaiming that it is as good a Christian thing as catechism, if you have any expertise needed, to volunteer to teach it or do it in China, for no other reason than "If we are ever going to have a better world, we can't have it without a better China."
SCOLA, founded by a Jesuit on a Jesuit University campus, is incorporated simply as a non-profit educational organization. The matter of being religious or not, or of any particular kind, is simply not labeled. This is in no way an exclusionary but rather all-inclusionary move. So that all the merrier when we had to move off the city campus to the wild open spaces of a country farm, we found talented country folk zealous for the SCOLA mission hammering at our door to be included in the work they perceive as transcending all throttling narrownesses in politics, international affairs, education and religions.
So it is a Farm, an antenna farm, where in celebration we also grow trees of all kinds and abundant flowers wild and tame supervised by physicist John Wymelenberg, S.J. of the Creighton faculty. A garden of faith-filled cosmo-politanism.
Now SCOLA in its organizational format was definitely not deliberately following the lead of the PRC in its religious affairs, but there are some cleansing considerations. The various kinds of protestants in PRC China are lumped together as "Christians," a definite triumph, nominally, at least, for union of sorts.
And there are now some signs that the so-called underground churches will be increasingly surfacing, giving up old martyr complexes, and facing the realities already proven safe (sort of) by their "patriotic" brothers and sisters (approximately). As this happens, so also we can let come about a real togethering of the pragmatics and the astigmatics out of a poop situation where "traitors" called the other half "dimwitts".
Moving SCOLA out of Omaha to a nice open sky farm not too far away into Iowa was eventually required if only to have enough room for our antennas and escape the microwave interference in the city. It was, however, also true that such an assertive presence as SCOLA's was uncomfortable for the University in many ways: the antennas , it seemed, ("they" said) were taking up increasingly ever more (parking??) space--expressions using the words "kittens" or "rabbits" were heard; and when rumors abounded that SCOLA customers (hangers-on) included "shady" USA agencies like National Cryptologic School (founded by George Washington during the Revolutionary War), NSA, CIA, State Dept., Library of Congress, FBI, and innumerable foreign embassies, etc., was a time when key people defining the campus began to show signs of a certain uneasiness with the very idea of a nice, neat and clean educational campus sharing bed and whiskers with the likes of them.
Uneasiness, more like skittish about, like, the School of the Americas,-- places at the gates of which students went to protest, admittedly, nothing that had anything to do with SCOLA transmissions being key language resources for all the language learning there but having to do with kinds of training given there once upon a time for controversial military or police elements in South American countries. (Cf.: the murder of seven Jesuits and a staff lady and her daughter in El Salvador >http://www. < ) It's a little stretch, but students have to protest something. And a pink blushing of awkward positioning or, heaven forefend, even scandal due to SCOLA being so linked through any of its users seemed to be a "shoo!" susurrus that suggested "locate elsewhere," and while you're at it incorporate separate.
TAKE A BREAK
Here is a note dropped IN as a filler in our SCOLA newsletter dated June, 1983:
In February, 1945 Arthur C. Clarke wrote in his article published in “Wireless World:” “An ‘artificial satelllite’ at the correct distance from the earth would make one revolution every 24 hours; i.e., it would remain stationary above the same spot and would be within optical range on nearly half of the earth’s surface. Three repeater stations, 120 degrees apart in the correct orbit, could give television and microwave coverage to the entire planet.”
STILL IN THE SMOKE SIGNAL STAGE ?
And in 1977 Arthur wrote in “The View from
Serendip:”I submit . . . that the eventual impact of the communications satellite upon the whole human race will be at least as great as that of the telephone upon the so-called developed societies. In fact, as far as real communications are concerned, there are as yet no developed societies; we are all in the semaphore and smoke signal stage; I believe that the communications satellite can unite mankind.”
So, I think this story has to look large, far and deep down yonder into the earliest primevil stages in the beginning and SPOOKY development of SCOLA. From that point onward let’s look at implications for the future from things gone so far bye.
DEREGULATION OF SATELLITES
SCOLA came about simply because seemingly all of a sudden in flurries of catch up media activities in the 60’s and 70’s, television from many countries of the world became watchable in most other countries all around the earth. This was the result mainly in a period around 1978-80 when the United States Federal Communications Commission deregulated the communications satellites business and encouraged aggressively the “cabling” of America. From that event exploded a flurry of private satellite and cable TV distribution companies and the USA cities moved quickly to sign contracts with cable companies.
Outside the USA, meanwhile, Russian satellites were widly covering the earth with their own and that of their friends media programs of all sorts. Note well that "have-not" countries were noticing the downpours of information and entertainment readily gobbled up by their eager citizens, so much so that they were quickly decrying the desecration of their cultures, mores, morals and fabric of their identity. So serious was the assault that representatives of these countries already assembled for such purposes ganged up consistently against the superpowers in many a major move and project at unesco generaL assemblies.
The New World Information communications Order NWIOC was a sort of voting bloc of developing smaller countries at UNESCO in Paris, often ganging up against the miserable big boys, since each of the large number of the little countries had one vote, adding up easily to defeat big country priorities, That distress and some charges of mismanagement, led the USA government to depart from unesco in 1984.
SCOLA. Of course, which had joined the IFTC/cict-unesco in December, 1983, continued to work as as member. The luxury of contacts with most "other" countries of the world was extremely profitable for expanding contacts with the most important nations of the world: the ones (still) developing. (here** move section on dec. mtg. Syria complaint)
THE PRIVATE SATELLITE INDUSTRY
Thought then to be one of the first expos of its kind, the designers and builders of “back-yard dish” systems showed their wares in Omaha, Nebraska in, as I recall, August of 1981. The thinking of the newcomers to space transmissions was: that since the “footprint” on earth of the satellite’s signal was probably stronger in the center and weaker on the fringes, then it would be wise to show off their newly introduced signal reception systems in the geographic reception center of the USA—which is pretty much indicative of Omaha, Nebraska; right?
I got out there to the big parking lot at the 72nd St. Holiday Inn rather late in the afternoon of the expo’s first day. I parked where I had to walk through all the “dishes” set up in the parking lot and where their designers were hawking the wonders of the far-ranging television sources available through these white “tin cans” (parabolic antennas) pointed up at seemingly “nothing” in a seemingly “empty” sky.
Dashing towards the expo hall to visit the various booths of the equipment vendor before they shut down for their happy hour, I made a mental note en route through the field of antennas at what stalls were
showing stuff like French programs or whatever most bizarre foreign sources there might be, etc.; but I definitely made special note of where one dealer had turned his antenna around completely in the wrong
(northeast) direction to receive signals (video + separate radio only at this time) from an unusual elliptical orbiting series of satellites broadcasting a clear strong color television signal, a Russian network 24/7 “live” from an Earth Station north and West of Moscow. This was the Russian “Molniya” system, which antedated all the geostationary systems since rockets adequate to launch satellites into elliptical orbit were readily operable by the Russians much earlier than those needed for the geostation-aries.
Inside the expo hall, and $125 poorer, I dis-covered a whole world of wonders beyond belief—the luxury of the information riches available from anywhere and everywhere—and being struck like lightening with visions of what it all meant for: (dizzy-list☺): people-hood-ness, dialogue, tower of Babel, lingo-madness . . . . But stop. Look at what a difference it is to see the world elsewhere and hear them really talk like you are trying to learn. No corner of academania, I thought, could be left unaffected by this mess-ture of glosalalia, circus, drama and burlycue of the universe.
Luckily, one of the vendors from an area of Wisconsin familiar to me were in a booth and available for good palaver about all the potential of this stuff. They had designed and built the electronics, the receiver you’d have to use together with some form of antenna like the big white parabolic antennas filling up the parking lot. We became ultimately good friends; We had to. We were destined to take this stuff and run. So, they sold me their original prototype model decoder receiver (have no idea where the money for it came from) which is still in use at the Creighton University scola campus cable head end.
These guys run the cable system in Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin—right on my way to places I visited regularly anyway. This town is on the
Mississippi and surrounded by bluffs and hills that ever prevented good broadcast TV reception from big cities at a distance. For this reason, Prairie du Chien was one of the towns given priority by the FCC in getting licencing for cabling their town. Because of this emphasis there, we realized, with their help, how to begin our operation by cabling our university campus and spreading the same to other colleges and universities. After all, unless campuses jumped in, the big city cables would gobble up all the channel capacity and limit the educational potential.
The pioneers here in Prairie were interested in what we were doing and were always very obliging, handy and graciously available to guide burgeoning SCOLA through all the critical electronic communications loops we needed in order to grow. I returned to this booth at the expo for all three days it lasted, learning all I could from a few of the great originators of the “Private Satellite Industry” responsible for all those “backyard dishes” you would see around for a few years—some even till the 1990’s.
But there’s another miracle demoed at this expo; clever entrepreneurs from Montana (They called themselves some name like phantom or ghost busters referring to how tv from satellite is clearer than broadcast TV in the Montana mountains) were demonstrating their “home-made” spherical antennas at the expo. These are nothing but large (8’x8’ to 12’x12’) frames rigged with supporting metal grid to hold ordinary window screen in place after pulling it into the “segment-of-a-sphere” shape using a measuring (the length of one-half the diameter of the segment’s imagined sphere) wire stretched from an anchor stake to each key spot on the screen, pulling the screen to a matching distance from the stake, and
fastening in place.
Needless to say, I was counting on this simplex patch-up of two-bye’s and wire to make the whole dream budgetarily possible. They had gone to a lot of trouble to put a couple of these things together for demo in the expo parking lot; but had sold none. As they faced packing up and going home to Montana they offered me the spherical antenna demos for a song. So scola started with two home-made window frames on the roof of a sculpture studio on the Creighton University campus.
Making these babies are a somewhat demanding labor-intensive job, and gradually prices for parabolic antennas came down to where they were preferred even by scola. But, for starters, these did the job just fine for a no-budget start-up.
Word did get around, however, that “things” unavailable elsewhere were watchable up on the roof of the sculpture studio. One evening, having heard that we had the british TV comedian Benny Hill’s program on tap regularly up there on the roof, Mike Morrison, president of the University (Creighton) climbed up the ladder to sit up there on the edge of nothing to watch it for an hour or so.
May 15th, 2006
CHANNEL FIVE OF SCOLA WITH HELP FROM "ARCANSET.":
FREE LANGUAGE IMMERSION OPERATION
Lee Lubbers, S.J., at Creighton University Jesuit Community. (FLIO. " I FLY " (idea-searching) 6/20/06. 1:28 p.m.
A) To provide efficacious AID for young Americans to choose a country-language-culture that matches their deepest inquisitive spirits, assist them to go there, remain there for, say, at least hree years, immersed totally among your most ordinary typical citizenry--mainly concentrating on learning the language of the people, making lifelong friendships that will link them forever with the culture, engender swaps and exchanges of people and information, visits both ways to both countries and suchlike stuff.
B) Financial aid sufficient to motivate the commitment should be, say, around $6,000 USD per year--considering that one should gain some help by getting a job that brings a person into necessary regular speaking exchanges contact with native people. Such jobs might be low-paying near-volunteer type, jobs linked to one's religious choice of Sabbath-keeping with natives or equivalent; they could even be work allied with other assistance programs already active in the place, even if they are usa sponsored, similar to peace corps, Jesuit Volunteers, Lutheran-Baptist-Methodist-Whatnot charitable distributions.
C) We think that financial assistance from families would only interfere with the lone individual to rely largely on genuine immersion benefits in truly coming to the levels of language-culture Solidarity in true friendship and sharing with the people. D) Other programs that have attracted young members compare their lives , work, dedication and sacrificing for the work--to a life-style much like that of a good (religious) monk--only without monastery or vows. Still, the togetherness of a truly good person dedicated to really fall in love with the people and learn their ways come pretty close to the kind of disciplined life that makes a man a man and woman a woman.
The corporation should: * be INTERNATIONAL. * be a non-profit, educational ".org" (no direct religious links) * be separate and distinct from SCOLA * make possible some services that can assist SCOLA, e.g. services by FLIO members To assist in links with e.g. media in the Country they are dedicated to . . . . * allow payment to FLIO "monks" for services like marketing SCOLA, doing custom jobs like video-filming etc. * lobby SCOLA for free videostream for all language teachers, and professors of disciplines depending on world-lieracy, e.g. political science, history, poly-sci, etc. The Board of Directors should: * have between 12 and 24 members. * be made up of people prominent in prospering corporations capable of con- tributing to the FLIP Foundation; wives or husbands of such people should be equally recruited. * recruit other likely director candidates. * establish department-functions needed. * name directors each as a guide to a spe- cific functions. * Research fund-raising globally. * Set policies for in-place support of participants, e.g. through regular contact with language teachers, imams, pastors, leading politicians, artists, journalists Departmental Tasks of the Foundation:
* attract every young American who reaches their time of "WanderLust" through broad dynamic advertising, making paid volunteerism attractive as ideal solutions for "between periods" after e.g. a BA and before MA or Ph.D, or simply as a pre-linguistic period objective. * Determine requirements for accepting applicants: maturity, independence, creativity, etc. * Decide which countries make the list: highlighted? Encouraged? Dangerous? * assist in fund expansion, budgeting. * Selling the "story" of FLIO pan-usa. * helping with business contacts in target countries where jobs and aid for "flippers" can be had. * Create support spots or people onsite in some countries? * Assess requests for longer or shorter stays in a land. * Prepare sophisticated counseling and links to support members returning to the States, job reference, training and rewards? for upkeep and growth in the language. * Set up "Community-type BLOGS fot constant and cumulative personal experiences of partners in each land. Provide laptops for participants? Seek regular REPORTS FROM YOO-HOO? Locations of FLIO Direction: * headquarters in Omaha, Nebraska. * Possible "filials" in other countries popular with "flio's." E.g. China, Paris, Egypt, Yemen, Niger, Ghana, Berlin, Moscow / Tobolsk, Caracas, Mexico etc. PERHAPS by encouraging volunteers among AMERICANS ALREADY LIVING ABROAD. Introduce Benefits re: global trade, for many young Americans knowing partner languages well, motives for non-usa business and Private fortunes to support FLIO. * Create up-to-date info / sources for info on countries. Ceating also liaisons with governments of affected countries which can be enthusiastic supporters and even partners for the participants and exchanges of important kinds. * Establish a policy of preferences? Small, Poor, less spoken languages countries.
* CREATE a clear argument for the UNIQUENESS, distinction and critical importance of this program; clarify difference from other do-gooder volunteer international youth programs. E.g. stress the quasi-self-serving, personal developmental aspects of this as a builder of a person and a person's personality for any ultimate direction and dedication of one's life. "Learning an other language is Learning How to Learn."6/20/06 11:14 AM ***Construct a powerful News and Public Relations Department to lay the solid infra-structure for a "Languages-speaking-conscious" populace and savvy regarding the program widely and for all. # let discussion begin.
Lee thinks That this program is crucial? (Lee Lubbers, S.J.) Well, as founder and CEO of SCOLA for its early formative years til 2002, and all the personal contacts and friendships that has meant over the years, and now witnessing intimately as the SCOLA Chief Global Strategist under the most solid and dedicated team at the helm (Francis Lajba, CEO, and Chairman of the Board U.S. Senator David Karnes, and dozens of specially gifted persons doing great things harmoniously every day) I think that I have seen close-up the languages needs of the Nation from umbilical viewpoints; all the great teachers and language programs at superb colleges and universities, of course, but standing out as well, loud and clear, are the astute observations of the dedicated people of the Language Training Programs of all the Intelligence Agencies Operations of the USA (and Canada, as well). In the inevitable germane topics arising constantly in my close working with all of these people and trying to hone SCOLA to the tune of their basic needs, one theme has always gnawed its way to the surface: How can Americans be motivated to learn languages? There was even an invitation-only hyper conference sponsored by our Defense Department in Adelphia, as a part of the Universiity of Maryland. SCOLA people were invited for sure, even to demonstrate our video streaming etc. The scheduled opening speaker was Wolfowictz (no-show) himself--to underscore the importance. At the end of course was the inevitable small group decision-making narrowing things down: my impression, generally accepted there and everywhere, was, that there is nothing that will motivate an America to learn another language unless it is a (much) paid job; barring some obvious ethnic-related exceptions. My friends, mainly at the Intelligence Agencies talked up a plan close to how I describe it here:
We will see enough Americans learning the critical languages of the world only if we entice adequately fresh young Americans who have arrived at the itchy age of nest-flying, or good old Wanderlust to pick almost ANY language or country that pops into their punkin heads, and is PAID to GO THERE and STAY for at least THREE YEARS immersed in the language and culture; then return to America to serve the nation, no matter what your work-- Because you know ANOTHER LANGUAGE near-bi-lingual, You are a citizen of the world.
The following skeletal outline for a Foundation of sorts, hopes to be a start. A start from nowhere, because even though the U.S.government recognizes best the veracity of this reasoning, It is totally incapable of doing it. #
As for a foundation needed to amass enough lucre to get this job done, I think it must build an Herculean vastitude in order to effect a totally new twist and spin in our slice if the planet. So, I think that by its very nature, billionairish money sitting around fallow is lonely and dying to fructify the loins that have lost the life force needed for intercourse with the world. It's that kind of money that is needed in globs to do the job well and cover the earth with young dynamic Americans capable of gobbling up the warm spirits of the world's hospitality to all the ends of the earth. More important than money (but not without it) are the disciplined savvy people whose advice and support can set the chassis of our engine into the best stage for orbit. A Board of Directors of top notch civic and national leaders to inspire one other dynamic partner person at a time until we have a continuing constantly revolving body of responsible agents, answering to a call to back and support the young pioneering Americans who are bold and courageous enough to knock down the invisible barriers to face-to-face economizing the planet.
Early on I see it mandatory to prepare a short (20 min.) video movie, deeply inspirational, about the lives of dedicated linguists, translators and bridge-making language-savvy people; perhaps using students in the process: * grade school-Hi-schoolers in C.B. Chinese classes * shotsfrom operations at DLI Monterey, CA. * scenes in language applications in every-day actions: courtroom, College ESL classes, music, church, theater, citizenship helpers, etc. * scenes especially of Ami students abroad with much lingo accomplished already shown mixing t up with a group of the language and other Americans as well . . . . ******* Primary scenes--show Americans in a vast variety of countries--ones who are there on their own already and incidentally match more or less the objectives of the FLIO. ******* Show short interviews with students abroad. Why aren't existing Youth programs enough? Because the focus for learning language in all the other service programs make achievement of quality language accomplishment secondary at best; and even though the environment for learning regular usage with cross-section of the populace, still yje lingo wil tend to be a narrow segment of specialized usage, and never really demands a breadth of ability across the board of disciplines of the culture and all its aspects. However, in some cases I think a person might be able to combine the two objectives, and it would be our aim to assist this choice with the same services as for the others, especially since we are encouraging our option as learning the language broadly mostly by self disciplined seeking all the broad sources of learning: talking with citizens regularly from every walk of life, every kind of simple low-paying work, arts, theater, music, universities.
The AUKWARD PHOTO below shows Jean Pierre Cassoou and I, in the midst of an animated visioning of how scola and arcanset would be brought up to speed with the rich sources of TV / radio, franco- as well as anglo-phone from all of Africa. The delicate precision of their system combines the simplicity of the most bare bones essentials of exactly appropriate technology with the home-grown talent and economic potentials of local pride and ambitions--giving grandiose support for the ambitious international participation.
Sqeezing our way through the narrow space between racks of decoder-receivers hardly negotiable, we clung hung up at one corner at the end to complete phrases of presto, eureka, and done! At least this photo is the very moment of realization along the tour of their facility. I was sworn to visit them in Niamey in a couple of weeks (which would be April 10th) but failed to honor since I couldn't engineer the real solution of having Francis mission another from current young plenipotentiairies to do the travelling and sign the real agreement. I was of course still resting up from a grueling (from pleasures) five-day celebratory visit to Paris.
< BACK IN PARIS FOR THE MONTMARTRE CELEBRATION, HERE ARE THE PRINCIPALS PLANNING THE IMPORT FROM AFRICA OF PROGRAMS TO MAKE UP SCOLA'S FIFTH CHANNEL. L-R: Lee Lubbers,Hermance Schaepman (Sam's Paris Law Officer), and HABIBU (TV news, NIAMEY,capital of Niger)--dining as guests of Sam Mercer (the conceiver of the Old Market in Omaha) at a cafe near his Law Office in Paris.
TO THE RIGHT, on the other side of the table are L-R: M. Henri Hervé (of the Quai D'Orsay), and Jean Pierre Cassou, President of Arcanset.
May 3rd, 2006
SCOLA 2006 CONFERENCE @ DOUBLE TREE, SCOLA, ZOO:
DAVID DECKER'S GREAT PHOTOS OF KEY EVENTS
Main presentations began in the Conference suite top floor of the DOUBLE TREE HOTEL. NEXT DAY was a liesurely visit to SCOLA HEADQUARTERS IN MCCLELLAND, IOWA. CLIMAXED BY A *****DINNER AT BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN AT HENRI DOORLY ZOO with curiousity-seeking SHARKS HOVERING AROUND ON ALL SIDES AND OVERHEAD (AFTER ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT DEEP IN THE FOREST).
SECRET CODE KEY FOR TOUR OF BABEL TO : " K N O W . . . T H Y S E L F "
PARTICIPANTS GATHERED AT THE SCOLA ANTENNA FARM HEADQUARTERS
LUBBERS TRADITIONAL INTRO FOR FRANCIS COMING ON BOARD SAYING "GOD SENT ME."
JOE CULIZIA AT THE CONTROLS
EVERETTE JORDAN PRESENTATION
MITCH INIMITABLY TELLS A STORY WITH RUFFLES
DEEP INTO THE DOORLY ZOO FOREST TO ADJUST ATTITUDES
100 FATHOMS UNDER THE SEA, EATING WITH SHARKS
IN CHARGE: MARILYN. ROSALIE. LOIS, NANCY.
GRAZING WITH FRANCIS
FRANCIS HOBKNOBBING WITH V.I.P.'S
May 1st, 2006
INTRODUCTION TO SCOLASTORY FROM EARLIEST TIMES:
(to the story)
Maybe this tale is destined to be a somewhat personal apologia essentially, because I was specifically and in no uncertain terms, “commissioned” by friends to tell the story of SCOLA; An assignment that initially seemed to me voiced with the slightest tone and attitude of bewilderment. Like "What on earth possessed you to . . . ."
I do admit that I personally originated SCOLA and propelled its growth and development as though it were a part of me. It came out of a clear focused vision, 1981, triggered in a flash upon the arrival and ready availability of the satellite technology pouring out living images of virtually every distant land and culture of the earth. The strong bent I felt to identify with peoples and places from afar off must have been in my blood somehow. Even so, I must confess to much pure brutal technology fascination that was more than enough to get me hooked; after all, the "sculpture" mobilized/motorized contraptions of Jean Tingueley were favorites of mine and I had the pleasure of visiting him and his wife, artist Niki de Saint Phalle for a relaxing and informative supper prepared by Niki often when they invited good friends Sam Mercer (of Omaha "Old Market" fame with his wife, artist Eva Aeppli; When I was their weekend guest they took me along for the joy of meeting Jean and Niki
My mother's Irish family flourished in Central Wisconsin. They identified people in conversations as from the "German or Polish settlements." My mother graduated from "The Wood County Normal" and roomed with all these immigrant families when assigned to teach in the one-room schools on the "Settlements." She noted specifically that grandma Mary Ann Stout hired only Native Americans to rake her cranberry crops because they were the only ones who could do it right, And she boarded a young Jewish boy, Ed Levin, in her railroad-town hotel, and herself drove him up in a clap-board one-horse wagon to the synagogue in "The Rapids" at least once a week. All our lives we visited this Jewish "stranger" frequently and always looked upon him as our "Uncle Ed." Grandma's name, Mary Ann Stout, still shines nicely in gold letters as the donor of the altar in the Catholic Church in Babcock. My mother still could come out of a sudden all her life with her basic foreign languages’ words and phrases, remnants of her contacts with the Settlements and the Native American cranberry marsh workers.
My father's clan came from Germany and were "Evangelisch", they said; they raised cattle and horses on a big farm with hired men, first in Indiana and Illinois, then on broader acreage and cheaper land in central Wisconsin. My Father claimed that even at the age of Seven he was the only hand on the place who could run, repair and maintain the big steam engine. Wedded to Marguerite Ann O'Brien, he opened his own business in Babcock. My mother ran a restaurant-delicatessen across the street from his blacksmith shop. His business was a combination livery stable, blacksmith shop, "fairery," and auto repair. These were talents that later made him manager of most departments of the Wagon Company in the city of Stoughton (further South), a city linked with the 5th Lake of those identified always as the Madison" Lakes, that is, with the Capital City, Madison, in, around and bordered by the "other" lakes: Monona, Mendota, Wingra, Waubesa and, finally, at the bottom (further South), Kegonsa, all flowed through and between by the Yahara River--and if you're still with me, made him the right man to convert making horse-drawn wagons into manufacture of what we now call Semi-trailers--the polite term for remorques.
People in those times seemed to be very ethnic conscious, but still totally unaffected by any of the hang-ups our culture generated later along the way. It was just that everybody was FROM somewhere and they found that as interesting as their own origins.
Once my family settled in Stoughton, my Father managed pretty much the total conversion from farm Wagons to Semi 'Trailers, I was born in 1928. We lived in a nice neighborhood on the southeast edge of town. Choice property in my estimation, bordering on a nice marshy cow-pie-with-"bogs" pasture at the south edge, a nice neat little tin-can "dump" not far, and finding at the east end of the street a thick woods with entrée carpeted in violets buttercups and moss. A real gem was the Sand Pit just a short walk down the road to the Catholic cemetery. You could (in those days) get a ride in the big dump-trucks for the trips delivering loads to some other W.P.A. projects in town; we were after the fact always warned never to do that ever again. This was the "thirties."
This rather small town, Stoughton, population 4,000, is mostly people from Norway. All the kids on our street were Andersens, Christiansons, Oslosons, Larsons etc. And there were it seemed seven Lutheran Churches in town; and we had to eat Lutefisk suppers in every one of these once a year. When we met our parents’ friends we had to be polite and know the main proper words in Norwegian. We learned the names for pastries and other Norwegian desserts. The town had a big parade that we marched in for “Settende Mai,” Norwegian Independence Day. My sister became adept, even a prize winner in Norwegian decorative painting called Rosemaling. That's those flowers and poetic sayings they paint all over the woodwork in Norwegian houses.
Most of the kids, furthermore, on our street were girls. Since the front of our house was shady in the summer time, we gathered there a lot to plan things, little short dramas the older girls were acting out, Lilian Christiansen doing her Hollywood specialty, fainting; Gabriel Andersen doing embroidery she had to finish, and showing me how to do the same. Then before supper we ‘d join in a move-up game of kitten ball. After supper we'd play forms of hide and seek, Ole, ole ochsen free, if you don't come you'll be "I" "T". Or something like that. Sometimes getting wind of newlyweds just moved in, we had to "chivaree" them by going to the dump for random pots and pans to slam-bang on relentlessly outside their house until the groom came out and paid us off.
The town and its people were for our family a microcosm of unselfconscious Christian brotherhood without guile. What better task in life, then, than to accept all of it as providential gift. Drink it up and get chummy with all our neighbors around the globe. What else is education all about? Furthermore, being deeply involved as a Jesuit in education on many levels over the years since, I’ve always felt at home in this new SCOLA world of many lands we celebrated as kids here.
After earliest years in small town America like that, the SCOLA experience made me better prepared to teach in Jesuit schools, Prep and University; these in a very similar way brought me together with dynamic fellow Jesuit teachers and students in ways that exploded into new views, risks and creative experiences tight-strung with easy humor. New ways, new technologies, new people, new cultures, all too are FROM some place else, to spark learning and make me at ease playing the parts immersed in each day’s drama.
All the potential of this new SCOLA opening to the world could continue for participants the great tradition of “erudition” supplied by Jesuit Professors all around and throughout the textual passages of great masterworks studied in the great Ratio Studiorum methods of Jesuit education, limning phantasmic visions even in the air at the piece of chalk in your outstretched hand as you unwound a vividity of idealogic vision as best you could. I think of chinese elementary kids I've visited in their classrooms where they learned chinese characters best by writing them in the air above and ahead of their reach? Cicero, Horace, Catullus, Livy, Plato, Aristotle. And not content with just reading, but bringing the farces of Plautus and drama of Aristophanes to life in productions upon the stage by current students of Greek and Latin, a little pseudo-ribaldry for the soul prescribed by the spoonfull. Later doing a university doctorate at the university of Paris made me enthralled with the joy of learning.
What I’m saying is that SCOLA’s story is bound to be shown as acted out like each great adventure of learning in my own Jesuit life as it unfolded, showing, if nothing else, out of what kind of ambiance these things spring; what kind of discipline or spirituality could exhibit freedom that pure, and license that reckless to be able to drive that vision home against all bets? Every student, each class are apostolate adventures. Building . Growing. Reckless and carefree. Shoot the works. Xavier? Having lived in Paris for three years while unfolding a disertational learning experience while floating along in the streams of Parisian life is the unmountable non-format that expands and stimulates as you grow like tight blue-jeans, supportive, albeit, the non-uniform get-up that satisfied the young Jesuit worker-priests in the fifties and had there been sears-Roebuck in the 1540's could've been stipulated as the fall-back mode for Jesuits let loose upon the world: well-worn Jeans and holy Tee Shirts. Word has it that the barely-turned adult first companions (INCLUDING Ignatius) really expressed a desire that the company "dress" should no way hint of "clerical" or "ecclesiastic" tenor or betray (negate) their tight solidarity with the Hoi-Polloy. Who is this Melchior CANO anyway?
The story will wander through all the steps in its development but also some of the key influences that set it up as it is today.
So look at scenes of Jesuit Education in action and see if you don’t catch some signs of the elixir at work. Try out Jesuit training International coupled with exposure to backyard-Existentialism or whatnot. SCOLA as a resource will be important for those trying to make Globalism human (humane). Check out Jesuit playthings in the interests of life; like: Radio Astronomy, blacksmithing, World Unification with Vatican II and Making the USA bilingual.
. Taking time out, ask what SCOLA is really about and play around with it. If it’s not about language, then what? Check out the European artists. Do you have to be a crazy sculptor to do SCOLA? And be mad about Dada? Felt and Fat in every corner filled by How about the “Downhill Art” course between Paris and Chamonix? That was between semesters, January, one credit: a week in Paris in the life and Museums, and a week skiing in Chamonix. Just the right balance for everything in life.
We will take a good look at our Russian friends, They’re O.K., they’re from Tobolsk, Siberia (sister city to Council Bluffs, Iowa.) Swimming in Krasnoyarsk-26, secret satellite launching city. Some campus people were afraid to look at our live pictures from Russia for veritable fear that the sight itself might infect us with the poison of shhhhhhhh.
And how about a little “afterword” dip into the movements in world for which SCOLA services are prepped to help us deal. Like the flip side of being able to monitor economies around the world and take the temperature of trade practices along with startling changes in the nature of international corporations.
You see, the story is very personal, but I have taken great pains to keep it from being a personal possession. Secular is not the right word for something that belongs commonly to all the human race, so following the model of the great Jesuit missionaries who went boldly into the cultures of "the Nations," take Li Madou (Matteo Ricci) for one good example. We find it awkward to lable works they did by total immersion in foreign societies whether Buddhist or Confucionist, with no other monickers than "divinely inspired." When all alone in in an Antipode . . . .
We have to face the current reality of contemporary modern society where participatory involvement is maybe not the only way to share God's Word, but certainly the most effective way to learn the only languages and means of communication spoken in our spectacle-media-oriented cultures.
Otherwise, much of my involvement in seeing SCOLA grow and succeed as a learning resource, has been surprised at seeing so many obvious applications of the resource go unnoticed and unkown, and therefore totally unused.
First of all I should mention the implicit "pact" we have made with linguists of various intelligence agencies of the American government. When we started retransmitting such a large body of world programs specifically cleared for general use rights for our learning members, they realized that their tasks for the Nation could never recruit the linguistic talent they needed in adequate numbers unless they relied on a resource like ours to provide the sources. They underscored the happy arrangement by which government paid for lamguage resources for the nation's crucially needed linguists--paid for, note well, by taxpayers’ money--and that these resources be all the more readily available to the country's own students. So without any shyness, we accept and prize US Government linguist memberships in SCOLA, We are furthermore proud that we provide them with the negotiated rights for learners at the same levels as American students everywhere, since by congressional mandate they, too, are required to obey the same copyright conditions as any other citizens.
Perhaps the main learning tool in the face of live language resources is analogous to one National Cryptologic School resource--simply living with a text or an audio recording until gradually and incrementally digging out more and more understanding (intelligence?) of whatever is there--Is that called reading between the lines? No, it's called: Don't be afraid of Intelligence. That’s what media is supposed to mediate, what communications is supposed to clarify.
The real experts in this method, at least for too short a time, were all the grades schoolers of Saints Peter and Paul Elementary School in Tulsa, Oklahoma. In the earliest days of backyard "dishes" one student's daddy who was a backyard dish dealer, donated a satellite antenna system to the school. Every classroom was wired for TV and each class watched the TV NEWS from a different country each week. Then they sat around free-talking about all the "funny" things they observed on the program, the funny sounds, backgrounds, how they dressed, what the streets were filled with, what kinds of action, sounds, etc. Then of course they looked up the country on the map, the encyclopedia. Then they did "art" in crayolas about what they saw, envisioned, or read between the lines or imagined, and more. They became national Geography experts in a country where it was rumored some students don't even know where they ARE.
The SCOLA response to this came up with a service called INSTA-CLASS, a nifty little learning package based in the TV NEWS of some 20 or more newsmaking countries, once a week, containing all the erudition needed to milk that video dry, Handy as can be, a student or teacher can print it out in seconds from SCOLA's web page, and exhaust the language segment in an enjoyable and profitable way.
Try it, provided for news programs from more than 20 of the most watched countries’ news programs in the world.
Finally, I wish to reveal the fact that this story of the SCOLA phenomenon is being done “incrementally” as a BLOG, expressly so that it can be open to other people and influences that can make it more complete and satisfying. In other words I encourage, firstly, members of the SCOLA team, to add comments and suggestions as to elements and details of the account that might not otherwise get mentioned or stressed sufficiently; and secondly all other SCOLA friends and users with sharper insights into its nature, its potential and applications. Soon we will be able to authorize friends to participate, leave comments, suggestions and messages to the point. In the meantime you can contact me as “Dear Blogger” via firstname.lastname@example.org. Thanks.
THE DOWN AND UP--LINKING HALF OF THE SCOLA ANTENNA FARM
THE TEAM SCOLA minus DAVE DECKER taking foto, Steve van outry
April 30th, 2006
SHORT OUTLINE-CHRONICAL OF SCOLA EVOLVING to now:
If only out of curiosity let's lay out a clearer picture of the serial events precipitating SCOLA'S birth and progress. The postings thus far in the scolastory blog, have purposely ignored such limits, focusing rather on making sense of its reasons for being. If you aren't at all familiar with SCOLA, perhaps you'd like to take a SHORT LOOK AT OUR WEB HOME PAGE: 10 SCOLA >http://www.scola.org<
1) 1979 to 1981, the gradual DEREGULATION 20 of satellites and the birth of the Private Satellite Industry.
2) The first big satellite EXPO held at the Holiday Inn on 72nd Street, Omaha, Nebraska. That's where I met Dick Hagensick, designer of our first satellite decoder-receiver, and his partner Frank Weeks, antenna manufacturer--all of Prairie du Chien, Wisconsin.
3) Getting our first antenna, a HOME-MADE SPHERICAL ANTENNA 30 type, from a bunch of cowboys from "Ghost-busters" in Montana.
4) Installing and operating it on the roof of the sculpture Lab at 21st and Burt Streets, off-campus of Creighton University.
5) Entertaining "spies" from CREIGHTON UNIVERSITY >http://www.creighton.edu/< campus who wondered why sculpture students watched television from all around the world during class time. They (this might have been John Schlegel, V.P. at that time) asked me, "Why don't you share this with the campus? This was the days when Mike Morrison, president of the
University, would climb up a ladder to the rooftop satellite salon at the sculpture Lab to watch, of a summer evening, Benny Hill "live" via satellite.
6) Then began the great search for a spot on the campus for antenna operation safely away from horrendous downtown microwave interference from the AT&T transmissions from a tower atop the then-telephone building just yards away at 20th and Dodge Streets.
7) Schlegel sprung for a store-bought antenna which we tested against interference in a number of spots, including on the roof of the Administration building suggested by Mike Morrison, President of Creighton.
8) Last resort, I presented Mike with a list of the only three places I thought to be feasible for antenna interference-free installation, and asked him for a decision. The three places were: a) the grassy sward just outside and under the windows of his office; b) the only large grassy lawn on the mall, next to the Kiewit Center; and c) where Brother Jelinek, V.P, in charge of buildings and grounds, parked his car. Mike nixed the first two, and demurred from even touching the delicate question of Brother Jelinek's parking place, leaving me dangling to face Jelinek all by myself.
9) Jelinek predictably vetoed for all eternity and beyond any chance of putting nonsense like this in his parking place. BUT, he said we should put it on the roof of the maintenance garage down on the Old Football field level. That place was already so overgrown and blocked by flowering trees on the north side of the Reinert Library that I considered it clearly impossible. HOWEVER, with no other options in sight and against all odds, I asked good old Dan Pike to sight the visibility of all the satellites that interested us and determine if the trees were a barrier. SURPRISINGLY Dan reported that it seemed to be a blooming ideal location.
10) We bought a little tin shelter for a couple of decoder receivers, the kind of tool shed you put in your backyard to shelter the lawnmower; precurser of the beautiful CHALET later built in one day by the sculpture students.
11) Dan Pike modified our lone store-bought antenna so I could hand crank both azimuth and elevations to track Russian elliptical orbiting satellites manually. This was a necessary prelude to substituting electrical motors for hand cranks.
12) Lubbers used virtual money (JESUIT COMMUNITY P.O. NUMBER) to purchase the APPLE II COMPUTER which with its addresses capable of operating motors and sensing the signal strength quantitatively made it destined to be the workhorse for our famous automatic computerized Russian tracking system.
13) The rental of a bobcat, leveling a spot on the hill, and building the HEAD-END CHALET all in one day.
13 1/2) SummerS of 1982-1983 cabling through the tunnels a mainline to all the buildings on campus. THIS BEGAN THE CABLE SYSTEM FOR CREIGHTON UNIVERSITY 4O >http://www.creighton.edu/<
13 ¾) FRANCIS appears at CHALET door with $93.28 shopping list for resistors needed for electronics board linking APPLE II to the RUSSIAN MOLNIYA >http://www.tbs-satellite.com/tse/onlin
tracking system, saying simply: "God sent me."
14) The purchase in New York of a tri-system television from 7 red and other-colored-turbaned "salesmen" in a small office off Btoadway at about 17th Street; I had to phone them first from a corner pay phone where they could look out the window amd see me before gaining admission to their building. We needed the SECAM capability to get full color of the Russian signal. I PAID. THEY promised to ship. They did. It came.
15) 1983. FIRST CONFERENCE "Come and See" campus Cable Systems.
16) Francis designed the BASIC-language software for Russian tracking, and constructed the hardware systems complete with antenna-- which we marketed to universities.
17) Lubbers travelled coast to coast demonstrating a portable version of our tracking system mounted in the bed of the pickup truck; I would drive up to the campus, plug in, and in a minute or less the signal popped in. Learned University people simply could not understand nor believe that this could provide "Live" internal Russian Television till they saw it with their own eyes, In two minutes a V.P. would show up at the truck with a $20,000 check. THE MOLNIYA RUSSIAN SATELLITE SYSTEM 50 >http://www.tbs-satellite.com/tse/onlin
18) 1985-1986, SCOLA conferences promoting Russian, entertaining Russians from Siberia, Lubbers two trips all over Russia, including a SCOLA Conference sponsored by the Orbital Mechanics in Krasnoyarsk-26 SECRET CITY where satellites were designed, manufactured and prepared for launch. U.S. Govt. people with first names begin to attend our conferences significantly.
19) (passim), still COLD WAR period; Students passing by and seeing Russian programs "live" are very concerned and nervous.
20) Summer, 1987: An attendee from the National Security Agency / National Cryptological School phones me to come to Washington. Result is $300,000 "Research" grant, with me as the "Principal Investigator"; the award was given with the promise "And we're going to give it to you forever." The NCS, founded by George Washington during the Revolutionary War: National Cryptologic School 60 >http://www.nsa.gov/about/about00004.cf
21 1/2) The Jesuit Province headquarters gives us an interest-free "loan" of $200,000 (last few payments FORGIVEN in the VERY HOLY YEAR of 2000 A.D.}
22) 1988-1990: multiplication of Receive-only antennas; University Executives nervous. Use of rented flatbed to claim "temporality" status for more antennas; C.U. execs. Foresee crowded future.
23) Good Shepherd Contmplatives abandon old Poor Clares' convent; SCOLA hears soft, vague but audible hints threatening award of "encouragement grant" (to relocate?). North Omaha
declares horror at thought of foreign languages locating there, bollixing any consideration of a nearby relocation.
24) 1991-1992: pace of "looking beyond yonder" accelerates. Creighton University awards $50,000 to "think" about it.
25) 1992-1993: Lubbers stumbles onto Pottawattamie County Home--it being cautiously (they avoided "fly-by-night offers) available on the market; after several solo sneaky visits to the property, peeking in windows, hiking the perameter, even visiting the postmaster, stepping over or under the rusty pipe barrier blocking the driveway, etc. drags Francis and Dick Kuhns out to view it and hopefully to rubber-stamp enthusiasm.
26) October, 1992: we declare official interest in the property after a complete tour and price discussion with county officials. In their turn county supervisors inspect our history on the CU campus, solidity ( our hobknobbing with the NSA/NCS didn't hurt) and viability of the business. Everyone being happy, county wheels churned together all the incredible red tape.
27) JANUARY 1, 1993: SCOLA with completed title began taking possession of the POOR FARM.
28) FRANCIS in charge of the move, rents HELICOPTER services; rumors of flying saucers abound in the press. We use dual feed system with rented uplink for the changeover month.
29) 1990's: Early major visit of the PRC Shanxi TV Vice President for the express purpose of making a 10-year cooperation agreement with SCOLA. This provided 8-person teams of Chinese TV professionals to be in residence here for 18-month periods, assist us with initiation of a 24-hour CHINA CHANNEL and many other advantages to us and a pari all American students.
30) Thus also began Lubbers' series of 8 extended trips to China, always hosted by zhongguo huang he dianshi tai (CYRTV). These aimed to show me through the sum of visits pretty much all the geography of China, and to taste all of the cuisines and meet all of the rich variety of races in China. Memorable were long car trips to the famous Falls of the Yellow River, and traveling across the north, inspecting the "three Norths" tree-planting project. to Datong and Mongolia. P.S. Don't miss shopping on Nanjing Street in Shanghai--or its coffee shops and ice cream cafes.
31) Mr. Lu Jiasheng, President of CYRTV and my principal host in China, died after long illness, and we planted a GINGKO TREE on our headquarters front lawn in his honor. It is flourishing.
32) c. 2000: Good friend in the Pentagon, Glenn Nordin, in charge (does all the work, though "ass't.) of all the u.s. gov't. language-learning programs, outlines repeatedly the kind of plan of action SCOLA absolutely has to implement in order to get congressional financial backing for producing the resources that gov't. linguistic development requires but barred from lobbying for.
33) c. 2002: Lubbers (finally) nominates Dick Kuhns as Chairman of the Board, and Francis Lajba as President and CEO.
34) Dick Kuhns dies. Francis nominates SENATOR DAVID KARNES as Chairman of the Board. Senator Karnes marches into the Senate dining room, sits down next to Dick Cheney, and tells the Vice President of the United States of America what SCOLA needs for the good of the Nation.
35) VIDEO STREAMING 70 >http://www.videostreamingservices.com/
36) ADVENT OF GLITZY annual Conferences--big-time ***** productions orchestrated by Francis every year better and better.
37) Added renovations complete couple dozen new office spaces. Lubber' scolastory gradually learms how to expand the gimmicks of the livejournal, add photos galore, etc.
38) Felix, the long bearer of general office managing succeeds in breaking loose and heads for the hills; presumably to become councilor to kings and princes that can't
tell a bit from a bite nor a megafrom a nano.
39) Arrival of the nice lady office manager; wow what a shift in style. Nancy brings smooth charm and soft efficiency to the campus.
40) Most recent Conference (April 20-21, 2006) succeeds in reachin 100 fathoms under-ocean placement of gala dining with the sharks and other ancestors, Omaha Henry Doorly ZOO.
41) Brother Bob seems to be tightening the ship even more, closing the drafts around windows on the North end; sure makes a lot of noise.
42) John Wymelenberg launches the long-awaited ROSE GARDEN just to make Francis happy--certainly to honor Mary, our retired capitaine's favorite blooms.
43) July 4th weeked: added CHANNEL 5 beautifully and successfully.
44) JULY 24, 2006: FORMAL CELEBRATION OF THE CHANNEL five INITIATIVE. BESTOWING the prestigious FOUNDER'S AWARD on MR. WAYNE BRYANT who spearheaded the Pottawattamie County BOARD OF SUPERVISORS in facilitating the sale of the COUNTY HOME to the SCOLA corporation, completed on January 1st, 2003.
OCCASION OF SCOLA CONFERENCE SONSORED BY SHANXI TV, TAI YUAN, PRC
LUBBERS with Vice President number one of PRC
AUDIENCE OF ENTIRE SCOLA DELEGATION WITH VICE PRESIDENT IN THE PURPLE PALACE
LEE LUBBERS AND FRANCIS LAJBA TEST TANDEMICKS FOR FUTURE GENERATIONS OF SCOLA-STICKS
Current Mood: cheerful
April 25th, 2006
A PAINTING, FIRST JESUITS AT MASS OF FIRST VOWS:
This is a segment of the painting hanging in the Martyrium Chapel where Ignatius Loyola, Francis Xavier, Pierre Favre, Diego Laynez, Nicolas Bobadilla, Simon Rodriguez and Alphonse Salmaron are shown at the Mass celebrated by Favre (since he was the only on ordained priest at the time) where they said their simple vows of poverty and chastity. It is this moment that reckons the beginning of the Jesuits.
The simplicity vestige of the site of the first Jesuits offering reflects Ignatius' direct and unostentatious guidance of the Compania's development:
Crypte du Martyrium
11, rue Yvonne le Tac
Tel: 01 46 06 57 63
PRESENT DAY (MARCH 20, 2006) A REPRESENTATIVE GROUP OF USA JESUITS CELEBRATING 60 YEARS IN THE SOCIETY BY COMING TO PARIS AND REPEATING SIMPLE VOWS IN HONOR OF THE 2006 RECOLLECTIONS OF 450 YEARS ANNIVERSARY OF THE DEATH OF IGNATIUS AND 500 YEARS OF THE BIRTHS IF XAVIER AND FAVRE AS A JUBILEE YEAR 2006. Repeating Simple Vows in the same place during Mass just before receiving the Bread of Life--on the Left are Cletus Pfab and Robert Weiss, Center is Celebrant Lee Lubbers, and on the Right are Benno Kornely and Ken Walleman. (dark photo--before finding the light switches in the crypte?) L.
The Paris renewal of vows celebration was in March; our larger class group got together in St. Louis just to Palaver, and then during WISCONSIN PROVINCE DAYS in Omaha, we celebrated at a specilal evening banquet with individual mementos given by our PROVINCIAL, TOM KRETTEK. AWARDING IT TO NE (Lubbers), Jesuit Brother ED GILL, S.J., acting as Master of Ceremonies, hymned praises of each, including the following for Lubbers' : This is a direct quotation showing clearly his traditional sparkling humor and good taste in presenting anything to Jesuit confreres:
QUOTE: "Lubbers, 60th Jubilee.
Lee has celebrated his jubileeat Paris, then in St. Louis, and now let's welcome him to a third celebration in the big "O."
**************** Or pilgrimage leader was Lee,
**************** on this we can all agree,,
**************** ,but, before the trip,
**************** we gave him the slip,
**************** so he had to catch up in Paris." THANK YOU, ED! LEE.
April 22nd, 2006
April 17th, 2006
STE. BARBE FOUNDED 1460, 5 USA Jesuits'' 60 years SJs:
This is a nice account, by Father Robert Weiss, S.J., of our "class trip" group of five celebrating 60 years in the Society of Jesus. Bob wrote this diary bit to share with his friends interested in such things. Evidently he covered all the bases in a documented order that I couldn't match; so it is with his kind permission that I include this complete document of his in this BLOG of SCOLASTORY, Enjoy!
“A 60TH ANNIVERSARY
AS A JESUIT”
TRIP TO PARIS, FRANCE
March 16 to 22, 2006
AS WRITTEN BY FATHER ROBERT WEISS, S.J. to share with his friends.
About the middle of the 2005 year several of us who had entered the Society of Jesus in 1946 talked about a possible reunion in the summer of 2006. I undertook to contact the members of our class and to make arrangements for us to meet at Jesuit Hall in St. Louis, May 19 to 21, 2006. One of our class members, Father Lee Lubbers, a very creative and energetic Jesuit, suggested that maybe a few of us would want to do something more dramatic for this anniversary celebration - - in addition to our St. Louis gathering.
This happens also to be a special Jubilee Year for us Jesuits - - the 450th Anniversary of the death of St. Ignatius Loyola, the founder of the Society of Jesus, and the 500th anniversary of the birth of his two companions, roommates at the University of Paris, St. Francis Xavier and blessed Peter Faber. These three and four other students at the University of Paris, all influenced by Ignatius, took vows of poverty and chastity and formed the Company of Jesus which in a few years became a new religious order in the Catholic Church, the Society of Jesus or the Jesuits.
We decided it would be a wonderful way to celebrate our 60th anniversary if those who wished could obtain the necessary permission from our superiors. Then we searched for some favorable off-season airfares and decided to fly to Paris and renew our vows at the very spot where St. Ignatius and his companions first vowed to give their lives to Christ. We could stay at the large Jesuit house in Paris which is equipped to accommodate Jesuit visitors from around the world.
Fortunately, Fr. Lubbers, one of our class members, had studied at the Sorbonne - - the University of Paris - - obtained his doctorate there and returned to Paris many times since. He is the founder and for many years the director and now the “Global Resources Strategist” for SCOLA, a non-profit organization that picks up television broadcasts from some 120 different nations and rebroadcasts them for the use of many hundreds of colleges and universities around the world as a help in language and other studies. He was in a great position not only to be our guide, but to open many other doors for us. A close friend of his, Henri Hervè, offered to be our chauffer for the week and the superior of St. Francis Xavier Jesuit Community at 42 rue de Grenelle welcomed us with open arms.
Besides the four of us who are celebrating our 60th anniversary - - Frs. LEE LUBBERS, BENNO KORNELY, KEN WALLEMAN, and myself - - Fr. CLETUS PFAB, celebrating his 50th anniversary, joined us. He and the others, except me, are all members of the Wisconsin Province and are stationed in Omaha, Milwaukee and Detroit.
About mid-day on March 16th a Saint Louis University security car picked me up at Jesuit Hall and took me to the Grand Avenue Metrolink station. (This is a service they perform when the University is not in session or when the campus shuttle which operates 7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. on class days is not in service, which happened on this particular day because of spring break. This is a wonderful service indeed.) My plane was even a bit early on this first leg from St. Louis to Chicago O’Hare where we five planned to meet. I did not see the others until I had boarded the plane - - and lo and behold, Fr. Lubbers was not there. They told me that his plane had been delayed, but they thought surely he would make it. Alas, he did not. Of course, we speculated about what had happened, but realized we could do nothing about it. The 8-hour overnight flight was very smooth, for the most part, on the American Airlines 767 Flight, but because it had been delayed to wait for some late connecting passengers and also for de-icing, we were about an hour late in departing and landing. A good meal was served after we left in the evening and a light breakfast before we arrived. There were three movies, but I chose to try to catch some sleep which I did. My seat companion, Fr. Kornely, thought the first one, “Pride and Prejudice” was good, but both of the others were complete losers.
Our guide, Henri, was to meet us at Charles de Gaule Airport, but we had no idea what he looked like nor did he know us since all the plans depended upon our missing companion. After about an hour of searching, we decided to take a cab to rue de Grenelle. (Incidentally, we breezed through immigration, simply showing the agent our passport and getting the passport and immigration card stamped. There was no customs check at all.) The cab fare was not too bad, considering the distance and that the 60 Euros tab was split four ways.
The guest master at the Jesuit residence received us warmly and showed us to our room – simple, but quite comfortable with shower and toilet just down the hall. We were just in time for “lunch,” which is the main meal of the day. It was Friday, so we had fish, potatoes and green beans after a delicious soup (barley and beans, I think) and salad. Every meal includes delicious French bread (long, thin loaves) and a variety of cheeses, plus an assortment of fruit and today we had pudding for dessert. My plan to avoid jet lag is not to sleep on the day of arrival, West to East, but to try to get a good, long sleep the first night there. Right after lunch we discovered that our driver and guide had come to the residence, after waiting a couple of hours at the airport, but he had left to get a sandwich and would be back in a half hour. It gave us a few minutes for the assistant guest master to show us around the house to explain the ingenious security system, and to show us the view of Paris from the top of the 8-story building.
We decided that a good use of this first afternoon without Fr. Lubbers, would be to visit Sainte-Chapelle, the royal worship place of many kings of France and a personal undertaking of King Louis IX., patron of St. Louis. It was constructed in six years, 1242 – 1248, and was built to house the relics of Christ’s Passion, especially the Crown of Thorns. The ordinary people attended Mass in the Lower Chapel, a rather attractive setting, but the royal family used the Upper Chapel adorned with stunningly beautiful 6,438 square feet of stained glass windows. We were all awed by and pleased with this first “sight” in Paris.
When we returned to rue de Grenelle we found that Fr. Lubbers had arrived. Of course, he had missed his plane connection in Chicago and was given an alternate passage through London to Paris. The security was so tight and slow in London that he missed the flight to Paris which would have gotten him there close to the time we arrived. He finally did get another flight to Paris and what a joy and relief it was to see him. We had a good time together at the evening meal (at 7:15 p.m.) which is called “Diner” (spelled that way) which is smaller and less formal, made up of, besides bread, cheeses and fruit, mostly leftovers from the mid-day meal. Unfortunately, Fr. Lubbers’ luggage was delayed for two days, but when we arrived back from our trip the next day it had been deposited in his room.
There is a marvelous coffee-making machine which is moved from the snack room to the dining room for breakfast. You can have very strong black coffee, cappuccino, coffee and hot milk, hot milk or hot water. Since they drink the coffee, especially at breakfast, from good-sized bowls you can mix several varieties.
We were all ready for bed after we had concelebrated a Mass for the five of us in the community chapel. I slept especially well and longer that I ever remember sleeping before and felt great. Not everyone had the same experience, but even so our second day, Saturday, was marvelous. Our driver, drove us to the site of the famous Chartres Cathedral. Fr. Lubbers and I had seen it before, but this time it was really special. Instead of driving on the highways, we went through the countryside. (The roads, incidentally, were excellent). The winter wheat had just begun to come up and the fields were green and beautiful. In the U.S. farmers seem to cluster in little villages, but in Europe and here in France, each farmhouse is surrounded by fields.
As we neared the ancient Cathedral, it rose up on the horizon out of the mist, far, far taller than anything else, like a spiritual kingdom of Oz. I had wondered if the English speaking guide might still be there. Some years ago, when I was president of Rockhurst, it was his custom to tour the United States talking about the famous Chartes stained- glass windows. He illustrated his talk with excellent slides of those windows. We had invited him to give his talk and slide show as one of our Visiting Scholar Lectures. We always had a dinner beforehand for the visiting scholar and some special friends of Rockhurst. After the dinner he and I headed for the Little Theatre for his presentation. To our amazement, not only was the theatre packed, including every possible standing space, but the crowd extended out of the theatre doors into the lobby and the surrounding corridors. It was such an outstanding success, that we invited him back the following year in a larger space which was also filled. He came a third time, again to a large audience.
Consequently, I was delighted to see his name on the sign announcing his presentation which was about to begin. Of course, I introduced myself and he remembered well his visit to Rockhurst even though he had been to many other U.S. campuses. His talk from different points in the Cathedral was fascinating and contained many historical references and a beautiful explanation of a number of the windows and statues.
To top off the day, Fr. Lubbers inquired about a nearby restaurant he had once visited. We were told that this was closed, but that there was an excellent restaurant practically across the street from that one. We had a delicious steak dinner there in a quaint and elegant French setting. It was probably our best meal in France (but not inexpensive!). We stopped after a leisurely drive back before we arrived at rue de Grenelle for a light meal and then had Mass together.
On Sunday, we were joined by Henri’s wife, Isabel, and their two sons, Etienne, 12 and Eric, 10. We went first to an ethnic fundraising celebration sponsored by Rotary International in an exhibition building near the Hippodrome, a racetrack. There, an enormous number of winemakers were displaying and selling their wares in different booths, plus sellers of all kinds of food stuffs, hams, spices, pastries, cheeses, just about any edible you could think of. We had a light meal there. (Some had raw oysters on the half shell; I settled for a ham and cheese sandwich on delicious French bread.) Each of the five of us was presented with a souvenir bottle of wine to take back. As it happened, Fr. Pfab carried the whole package across the street. He was rewarded in the end with the five bottles for his community.
In the afternoon we went to the crypt of the Martyrdom of Saint-Denis, a small chapel partway up Montmartre, where Ignatius and his companions pronounced their vows in 1534. It is no little task to obtain the key since it is normally locked. (However, they do have a key, which we were able to borrow, at the Jesuit residence.) We hoped to say Mass and renew our vows there, but we were not able to find the light switches. Thanks be to God, while we were searching for the lights, an assistant caretaker showed up and supplied us with all we needed for our Mass. Just before Communion, we recited in unison the formula of the vows (which I had brought along). Fr. Lubbers realized later that he had left an important scarf/stole at Montmartre in the chapel where we renewed our vows. Fr. Whelan of the Maryland Province kindly saved us a trip back to pick it up the next day.
We finished the day with a visit to Sacre-Coeur on Montmartre. Our driver managed to get us very close to the Cathedral and an older, small church nearby. For the evening meal we again ate with Henri and his family. One of his boys took great delight in taking pictures with Lee’s digital camera and he had some good ones, but unfortunately in the course of the meal and the aftermath, the lad managed to delete all the pictures that had been taken.
Why it was, I am not sure, but I did not sleep well that night or the night before and besides that I developed a rather mild case of diarrhea. Consequently, I decided to take some time off and get some rest. I did not accompany the others to the Church of Sainte-Germaine Des Près., which is just a short walk from the Jesuit residence. By the time Henri picked us up, I was already feeling much better. That day we went to see a satellite operation that is doing something similar to SCOLA’S work by bringing television programs to various parts of Africa, especially Niger. We joined a prominent lawyer and his assistant for a splendid mid-day meal with the two representatives of this company, one an African, the other a Frenchman. Next we visited Notre Dame Cathedral which Lee and I had seen before, but which the others had not. That evening we went to see one of the managers of the Renault automaker. Tours of the plant which our guide, Henri, hoped to arrange are restricted to groups of 15 and they are reserved a year in advance. Anyway, we were entertained with snacks in a sort of party house for visiting guests of the Renault Company.
One interesting snack was at a Japanese Tea Garden. We sat on regular chairs with ordinary utensils, but feasted on delicious sweets and tea.
The weather our first couple of days in France was a bit cold and windy, but the sun was shining most of the time. The last few days it seemed to get colder. There was a slow, drizzly rain on and off and no more sun. On our last full day we had intended to visit the famous Louvre museum, but it is closed on Tuesdays. However, we visited the Eiffel Tower, but we went only to the second level; no one wanted to go to the top. Although it has now been surpassed by higher skyscrapers, when it was built, it was the tallest manmade structure in the world. It is certainly a monument to human genius and ingenuity. We also visited The Champ-Èlyèes and the Arc de Triomphe and saw the Pompidou Museum from the outside (also closed on Tuesdays).
We had a snack on the street where the Collège Sainte-Barb is located. This is where Ignatius, Xavier, and Faber lived when they attended the University of Paris. It is being thoroughly gutted and renovated. The coffee shop where we stopped was almost certainly there when the early Jesuits were at Sainte- Barb. Dinner this night was an elegant one with the two men from the Niger satellite operation and the president and a woman manager of a software company that works with the African television operation. It was an excellent (and expensive) meal, but much too long for those of us not accustomed to 3 1⁄2 hour affairs.
On the day of our departure we had breakfast, said Mass, thanked Father Superior and were driven to the airport by Henri. We wanted to arrive early and we did, in time to get quickly through security after profusely thanking Henri, and with plenty of time for a leisurely snack. The 767 got away right on time. It was more crowded than the plane to Paris, but not really packed. The meal was pretty good, as airplane meals go, and the 8 1⁄2 hour ride through seven time zones was quite smooth. In Chicago, of course, we went through immigration and customs checks (hardly any questions) and then parted for our separate ways to Milwaukee, Detroit and Omaha, and for me back to St. Louis. My plane was late leaving Chicago by a couple of hours, but after a wait for my bag, I caught the Metrolink and used the direct line to SLU Security at the Grand Avenue station and was picked up to be taken directly to Jesuit Hall.
It was a wonderful few days in the footsteps of Ignatius and his first companions (but hardly with the simplicity and hardships they endured). We did feel his presence with us as we visited and traveled the very places where he began to form the first outlines of what would later become the Society of Jesus. We did much reminiscing about our 60 years in our Society and the many ways in which God has blessed us. It has indeed been a wonderful life. Thanks be to God!
April 4th, 2006
FIRST JESUITS VOWS AT CHAPEL OF MONTMARTRE:
IN August of 1534 a certain closely-knit group of students at the University of Paris, finding themselves in that "what next" mood so typical of Graduation Days syndromes perhaps, decided to go together to a small chapelle at Montmartre just outside Paris. Sort-of Planned ahead because of their close friendship and mutual realization of fairly identical visions of their futures, they had Mass there celebrated by the only one already ordained (Pierre Favre), and at Communion each recited the simple vows that would ultimately bind them together as members of A SOCIETY OF JESUS--a compañia that would prove to be different from any other hitherto realized in the Church.
DIFFERENT INDEED, radically. I rediscovered while in Paris for this gala ocasion a fanciful little book by Karl Rahner in which he plays the imagined role of Saint Ignatius speaking "live" to todays' Jesuits in documentrd words, writings and teachings in a fresh contemporary light. He imagines in addition what that founder would perhaps be saying in contemporary situations unforeseen in his age
The book, "A Discourse of Ignatius Loyola to Today's Jesuits". Talking about general fundamental stances for us in the Society: imitation of Jesus poor and humble, like justice aimed by the 32nd General Congregation of 1974, he recalls almost wistfully when he and the first companions wished to renounce any kind of religious dress or any kinds of external signs of ecclesiastical status--even though nothig big has resultrd from this, at least all the way up to your time. Just like a Melchior Cano very rightly observed in my time, that that would comprise in the ecclesiastical world a kind of marginal existense which had ought to be taken as incompatible with a canonically authorized religious life, a little like the resentment taken today by the official church relative to the situation of the worker-priests." ( my unofficial translation casually of the French version.)
Without breaking too abruptly the thread of my story here, I must, however, share my own tangible empathies with these first companions and friends of Ignatius Loyola--all of them students, all but Ignatius ( 42 at this time) aged between 19 and 23 thrown together as roommates or fellow companions in similar studies and college hall togetherness. The point being, that when I was a student at the Universitty of Paris, my situation there reminds me of what brought Ignatius and his younger friends from Spain and Portugal closely together in certain salient ways. The reports tell us that coming to Paris, Ignatius did not speak French. Latin was the lingo of the studies. Favre was then the only native Frenchman--from Haute Savoie.
Similairly, I and other Jesuits living in the students' wing of the biggest Jesuit House in Paris were living together and bonded in identical ways. We were older than the first companions; being Jesuits, ordained already, and following each his own path of studies, we were all about 30 or 33 by the time we could be assigned to doctoral studies. We got together for relentless conversation and ideas, sharing, and "aperitifs" before supper. These were great times to be together there and those doing courses at the Institut Catholique or Sorbonne were aware of all the intellectual and academic theological fuss going on in preparation for VATICAN II. These were the years 1960-'61, '62, '63.
The writings of Teilhard de Chardin were coming off the press around these times and I recall grabbing them as available. The same was true of the works of Hans Urs von balthasar completed in French. Some of our friends were studying in Lyons where Henri De Lubac taught, His ideas and those of Jean Danielou were lively topics during those days of preparation for the Council. Some of us visited Jesuit friends and American classmates at Fourvière, Lyons, fairly regularly to keep in touch with what was going on.
French Jesuits in the Paris House community were all of them active in vibrant areas of thought and action; many writers on current philosophical, theological, scientific topics. One was the main curator of the Louvre Egyption Antiquities department. Our Spiritual Director was the Superior of Teilhard when he was in his prime years developing his thought. A half dozen or so young French Jesuits were the vanguard of the worker priests, living in ultra-simple rooms in buildings where other workers had apartments with their families--where they could invite others to their kitchen-table eucharistic celebrations.
The richness of the Jesuit community in hospitality and sources of inspiration we found still to be true as five of us americans. propelled by some crazy impulse, came to Paris to celebrate our 60 years' anniversary in the Society of Jesus; more precisely to repeat our simple vows in the small chapel of Montmartre where the earliest companions with Ignatius recited theirs. Each of the five of us celebrating our Jesuit years were, I am sure, motivated in different ways to grab the bizzare opportunity to pick up and fly off to Paris for such a "Fling." Any hint chance to relive my earlier Sorbonne and Parisian academic experience was reason enough for me. The exultation of the expansive and creative attack on the emblems of world-wide, cosmic-broad learning has never left me for a moment since those days and has forever helped me snuff out any temptation to a niggardly scratching-approach to God's universe, ALL of it, ALways. Devour!
Perhaps it was providential that the university of Paris areas were the focus of student demonstrations against perceived injustices of a labor law touching particularly lives of young people seeking jobs and job security. The demonstrators and the police counter maneuvers made us find creative ways to get to the University sites we wanted to touch in connection with the lives of the early Jesuits we were celebrating, We did succeed in seeing all the important buildings or sites still extant, especially College Sainte Barbe and the route past Notre Dame and the Petit Pont where Ignatius and others passed daily in the wee hours en route to classes at the Sorbonne. On Sunday, March19, we walked up Montmartre to the chapel because police were blocking auto trafic from entering any route thither. Once at the chapel everything seemed to fall into place for us to do our thing: to celebrate Mass together, repeat our simple vows in honor of our predecessors, take a few photos, and escape to a nice restaurant to honor and duplicate the simple picnic the early jesuits had afterwards spread out on the hillside .
All in all, however. I'm deceived by the putative mentality of the demonstrrators, seeming to deplore being cheated out of the chance in life to nail down a lush job at the age of 19, let's say, and never, ever have to get up again from the stupid stool and desk til the cows come home. I don't believe it. No one is that stupid even (especially?) these days?
MASS AT THE MARTYRIUM
THE PICNIC ON THE HILL: VINS ET TERROIRS DE FRANCE
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OLD MARKET of OMAHA CELEBRATING OCCASION PARIS:
The wonderful luncheon sponsored by M. Sam Mercer, the reknowned International Lawyer of Paris and Omaha. Our entire group met him at his office and walked together to his favorite restaurant nearby, Visible en face are L-R Lee Lubbers, S.J., Sam's Law partner Mme Hermance Schaepman,M. Babubi, Anchorman of Niamey News , Niger Africa, and across the table, head showing in the lower left corner is M. Henri Hervé our Paris representative for SCOLA, agent of Ministère des Affaires ètrangères, Quai d'Orsay; visible VIA THE MIRROR ARE on the LEFT M. JEAN PIERRE CASSOU, pesident of ARCANSET, AND FINALLY OUR HOST M. SAM MERCER. THERE FOLLOWS ANOTHER PHOTO OF THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TABLE, L-R MHenri Hervé, M. Sam Mercer, and Jean Pierre Cassou. My Jesuit confreres of the pilgrimage are seated at the background table: Bob Weiss, Benno Kornely, Ken Walleman, and Cletus Pfab.
February 27th, 2006
SEVEN BUDDIES, GRADS UNIVERSITY OF PARIS COME HERE:
. . . COMING HERE TO START LIFE WORK FOR GOOD OF SOULS OF THE WORLD. The eldest of them, Ignatius Loyola,was certainly a leading influence that brought the seven together. Ignatius was already 38 years old when he came to the university of Paris in order to complete his studies solidly enough to be able to work for souls in freedom of sorts and without challenge of forces like the inquisition. The SORBONNE, University of Paris, was at that time the world's most prestigious university, and a diploma from there was highly advisable if you were going about preaching matters of faith.
The names of the seven "first companions" are: Ignatius Loyola, Francis Xavier, Pierre Favre, Diego Lainez, Alfonso Salmerón, Simon Rodriguez, and Nicholás Alonso--known as "Bobadilla. Favre and Xavier were roommates at the Sainte Barbe college, joined along the way by Ignatius. Ignatius assisted Favre spiritually and lead him through the Exeercises. Xavier apparently resisted doing that until after the whole academic program ended that season because he was teaching a course there--So, after their vows on Montmartre Ignatius lead Xavier through 30 days Exercises. Lainez and Salmeron through chance encounter in the streets of Paris joined the friends around Ignatius. Rodriguez was Portuguese there on a royal scholarship; Bobadilla had graduated and taught philosophy at Alcala and then came to Paris to complete his studies.
Ignatius, during his Paris years, had often gone to the outskirts of Paris, to Montmartre for quiet, respite and contemplation. So when he and this providential group of friends came to the end of their academic pursuits, the flush of relief at the end of the academic year, presumably questions of "What's next?" would be on their minds. I'd like to assume that Ignatius was the one who invited them to go out again to Montmartre, and this time at Mass celebrated by Favre, the only one already ordained, recite what were already their general wishes for the future in the form of the simple vows they recited there in the tiny Notre Dame Chapel.
It is easy to imagine the total scene in the Paris of the times, men just having sensed accomplishment and relief at an important step in their lives. All of them doing the kind of studies that were preparing them for ordination as priests, the life of a worker in the Kingdom of God. They had already heard of the Protestant movements, the Augsburg Confession of Luther; they were very aware of Calvin. They knew all about Jerusalem and its lore, its wars and its muslim population perhaps as an exciting challenge--at least a daring confrontation. Perhaps as typical students then, much travelled already, they might have been "infected" with a holy wanderlust.
Whatever those post academic thoughts might have been, the all were at the point in their lives where they had to go forward, commit to something, begin to fufill the zest for the life they had been studying for, dreaming great things for.
I get the distinct impression from the various stories about their trip together to the chapel on Montmartre that each of them was still weaving a distinct personal objective for their lives--that is until the gnawing yearn to begin all by going to Jerusalem helped to congeal their differences into a plan they could each adopt and vow to aim for in some way. It turns out that there were crazy differences, substitutions and possible exceptions and modifications compressed into the "simple" vows they made. "Simple" might be the equivalent nowadays of trial promises, and indeed it was probably why the seven of them, at so variant stages of their lives at this time, could come together and from their friendship and the graces showered on them, friendship grew stronger into unity of purpose letting each gradually begin to see his own peculiar tastes being far more greatly fulfilled in the great vision the staarted to build. Granted that we can even point out peculiarities in their great launching of whatever it woould be, a crazy carefree spurt of bravado that could have got them all killed had they really accomplished the journey to Jerusalem and even tried to convert Muslims. There had to be the zest of creative spirits infecting them, hints of very distant prizes in their vision for the world, a random fling of trust, faith and love driving them on incessantly come what may. And then, a picnic on the hill.
Some sort of magic cameraderie had to be opating certainly between the three we celebrate this 2006 year. They were room mates for a long time during their student days in Paris. Surely you can relive some of their give and take by participating in some of the guided "Walks" in their neighborhoods and haunts of the times of the then "campus" of the Sorbonne being promoted as part of the anniversaries.. The works they did, the fun stuff. Eating and drinking together, sharing ideas, feelings, secret desires.
Five now living Jesuits are at this moment embarking on a trip to Paris for five days during which we go to the approximately-same chapel signalized by those first vows. We repeat ours there. The five of us are a pretty disparate bunch; some of us lived in the same communities during studies or assignments from time to time, But we don't match the Xavier-Favre-Loyola trio. Of course spotlighting the seven who made up the full complement of the first companions taking the big step together at Montmartre that sparked a unique venture ultimately called sometimes derogatorily "Jesuits," reveals starkly different characters with personalities and objectives like night and day.
Our mood however right now on the verge of imitating a step taken by our "models a few hundred years ago is the same feeling of vacuum that demands that we pour something in. End of school year--now what? At the very least, celebrate it. We are be guests of the French Jesuits at the rue de Grenelle. Part of the party will be orchestrated with the help of an old friend who works at ihe Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Monsieur Henri Hervé. He is taking care of our visits to key places celebrated, Montmaretre especially, of course. A couple of American friends of mine who live in France will join us for some nice dinners or suppers, and you can see them in one group photo behind the altar centered between us: The mother, Isabel, and her two sons Etienne and Erik.
On our walk-around in the Univer5sity area we see the still extant building of the college Ste. Barbe, dating from 1460, as well as college du Montaigu-- both frequented by Loyola and Xavier. The university area, boulevard Saint Michel, boulevard Saint Germain, rue Saint-Jacque. The spirits vibrant in this ambience has to be that of the past times we re-invent in our passage of homage to the real persons who made such a difference for us and showed a way.
Giving Glory to God comes easy wallowing in the swell of magnificence provided in this "City of Light." Face the simple realities of all the rich sources for the establishment of guides and routes for mission to the cosmos, The crowning flourish of Humanities learning , trigger of creativity and originality to spur breakthrough to new visions and waves. Certainly it is wise for Jesuits of all bents and benchmarks to honor the oomphala of ignition, the city, the spirit, the freedom, the danger and risks, the experiment even off balance of testing and error. When we muse around the inuendo or feeling that some secret code and elixir always ultimately shows in the "Jesuit way," whatever that is.
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January 28th, 2006
systeme de diffusion tv/radio, faible coût pour le niger (source francophonia):
ARCANSET S.A. Antenna Farm outside Paris, South. Relay for African franco and Anglophone programs TV/Radio
January 25th, 2006
DOCTOR OF SCIENCE honoris causa SCOLA scolastory:
Coming into the Christmas Holiday Season of 2005, I am happy to report on the gradual appearance of some apparent omens for the future of SCOLA; and this also presumably germane to the long-term task pf continuing here the STORY OF SCOLA, It could be
synchronistically or even prohetically that the happenings I'm reporting do occur fast after the 2005 season's Annual Traditional Tom and Jerry Party at the SCOLA Farm.
A couple of weeks before this party, I was invited to accept a Creighton University honor, the award of Doctor of Science honoris causa at the upcoming mid-year commencement exercises. This was seen to be, I figure, not only a personal honor, but certainly shared for the conglomerate personnel of the SCOLA Team which continues to advance the SCOLA operation into the most tenable and current advanced technological and socio-anthropological mandates of our times.
The Commencement and the award took place the very next day after the Tom and Jerry party, Saturday, December 17th, 2005. The day's events began with the Baccalaureate Mass in St. John's campus church; the University President, John Schlegel, S.J., had asked me to read the Gospel and "say a few words"-- presumably akin to a very short "homily." This added cosiderably some work for me to prepare for the event--inviting and entertaining guests (as expected) besides giving what the occasiion would require to be a quite well thought-out significant commentary a propos of both God's word and the affair and its participants,
Of course quickly looking to see what the Gospel was and what theme I'd be bound to discourse, I have to admit that I was apalled to find that this was one of those days where the Gospel was a reading of a GENEOLOGY of the Lord--endless list of unpronounceable Old Testament names linked with "begats." I panicked at he thought of making "sense" out of that and promtly searched harum-scarum for an alternative. Fotunately, though, no way out if we were to do it "right." Gradually in a more peaceful state of mind things began to come together and I was enthusiastic about the potential this gave me.
So tipical of my jerk responses to seemingly impossible situations, somewhere out of the depths of my psyche were gathering the threads of the most hyper-mega-vision of a wide swath of potential evolution of humankind into fullest future. Givens included the evolution of humankind through generations evinced by the geneologies, the eruption of the Church at vatican II by jumping on the bandwagon of growth and evolution--showing the way of God's will through signposts already strewn along the way: Love God above all, love your neighbor as yourself, Love your enemies, forgive those who trespass against you . . . . Certainnly implicit was a feast of SOLIDARITY of the Human Race. A vision a little murky perhaps, but limned in sure outline, albeit with near Teilhard-de-Chardinian accuracy: Central to the vision of course, is the roll that the SCOLA resources are playing as helps to include fullest solidarity in a world of Gordian KNOTS? And so, here following are the "Few Words" I resurrected for the occasion:
A FEW WORDS, AFTER READING
MATTHEW's GENEOLOGY OF JESUS, 1: 1-17
Creighton University Baccalaureate Mass
December 17, 2005
The simple little 3-line verse that is sung to introduce the Gospel-reading today of the GENEOLOGY of Jesus Christ contains the secret key to the understanding of all the scriptures of all the religions that exist upon the earth:
*O Wisdom of our God Most High,
*Guiding Creation with Power and Love,
*Come to Teach Us the Path of Knowledge
This is a great Mission Statement Prayer of all Humanity, yearning to receive the gifts of spirit-stamina to get in step with the march of God's evolution--convergence to Omega, "Noogenisis," Growing, Learning, Evolving
In the Spirit of this Geneology and Genesis, Education and Commencement, I suggest that it is about time to re-introduce ourselves to the works of the French Jesuit, Teilhard de Chardin; some of the titles of his books that came off the press in the late 50's and early 60's reveal his themes:
*THE DIVINE MILIEU
*THE PHENOMENON OF MAN
*CHRISTIANITY AND EVOLUTION
*THE FUTURE OF MAN
I think people on Graduation days like this Enjoy recalling People gone before them--the SPIRITS OF THOSE WHO BROUGHT US TO THIS DAY; personally I recall my Irish Grandparents EMILY AND PATRICK O'BRIEN; they had eleven kids, and they named the first-born "DARWIN." Of course the rest of the family called him "PAT" the rest of his life.
(The next child, MARGUERITE was the one who named me LELAND [after Leland Stanford, fouder of STANFORD University ]. The local Pastor refused to baptize me with the pagan name, so later the Jesuits wouldn't ordain me without an affidavit that LELAND and I were one and the same person. (Those North Central Wisconsin people were real zealous promoters of EDUCATION in those days.)
Some remember the days how our enculturation of the Hellenic and Roman Empire icons signaled other dimension-demanding--when LATIN ended in the Church, stopping the mystification of brains and the embezzlement of our senses.
Today we are stupefied that we allowed ourselves to be ingrown and protective of our Western monopoly on the Divine Word through and in and with whom all things were made--Supreme Lord of the Entire Universe who wills that ALL PEOPLE come to him.
That was the harbinger of Vatican II and its expo in "GAUDIUM ET SPES (Joy and hope). The first time I read that account of the Ecumenical Council, I thought all those guys had completely gone bananas. Calling upon ALL to come together and DIALOG: RECKLESS GANGS: All, Christians, Non-Cristians, Buddhists, Hindus, Islam, Dao, toss in by all means all Atheists, even all the Nobodies. DIALOG together NOT TO TRICK ONE ANOTHER via silly syllogism-ism, but to learn from each and every one exactly what precious treasures, gifts of grace God has favored each of them with, so that we can all benefit from the widest Richness of Faith.
Now we find new leaders vaunting a genesis of conjugation (cf, Jacques Dupuis, S.J.) signaling how, in our DE FACTO-RELIGIOUS-PLURALISM culture , we are called to The Cosmic Dimensions of the Mystery of God, and God's Design for all of Humankind.
Therefore, we'd druther dream a kind of Theology:
* NOT FOR ONE BILION CATHOLICS (exclusively)
** NOT EVEN FOR A BILLION AND A HALF CHRISTIANS
***BUT FOR THE SIX BILLION PEOPLE THAT LIVE AND SHARE THE PLANET WITH US.
Dismayed how post-moderns "lose" their faith?? Stingy, restrictive, exclusivity is not faith in any event in Jesus Christ of the whole Universe--the eternal Word of God in, thru whom the whole universe is continuing its genesis-sizing and convergence to our supreme good.
COMMENCEMENT? LET US COMMENCE.
EVERYBODY SAY "AMEN."
But having some old friends coming from Paris to help us celebrate the Doctoral award, the two young boys, the children of my guests, Etienne age 12, and Erik age 10, wanted to know what I said, so their Father and I worked out te following translation for their benefit. As it turned out, some of my ultra conservative buddies couldn't dance to the English either, and were more at home with the non-English version as follows:
Messe du baccalauréat,
Université de Creighton, Omaha, Nebraska,
17 décembre 2005
(Quelques mots après la lecture de la
Généalogie de Jésus):
Le chant précédant la lecture de la généalogie de Jésus (Matthieu, 1 : 1-17) nous donne la clef secrète des écritures de toute religion de par monde :
*O Divine Sagesse du Très Haut,
*Guide Puissant et d'Amour de la Création,
*Ouvre nous le Chemin de la Connaissance.
Telle est la prière et la feuille de route d’une l'humanité qui aspire à la force d'esprit permettant de garder le pas avec l'évolution divine : perspective d’un point oméga de convergence de l’humain se dépassant par elle-même, progression de la Noogénèse, acte de creation psychique, Dévelopement, Etude, Plénitude.
Dans le droit fil de la Généalogie et de la Genèse, de l'Education et du Commencement des Temps, il est urgent de nous familiariser de nouveau avec les travaux du Jésuite français, Teilhard de Chardin. Ses ouvrages, publiés dans les années cinquante et soixante, révèlent le thème de ses préoccupations :
*Le Milieu Divin.
*Le Phénomène Humain.
*Christianisme et Evolution.
*L’Avenir de l'Homme.
Le futurs diplômés se remémoreront avec joie ceux qui les ont précédés et qui ont permis d'arriver jusqu'à ce jour. Aujourd'hui, je me souviens pour ma part de mes grands parents irlandais, Emily et Patrick O'Brien. Ils avaient onze enfants. Très concernés, comme nombre de gens du North Central Wisconsin de l'époque, par l'enseignement et l'éducation, ils nommèrent leur premier né "Darwin" - que la famille surnomma "Pat" pour le restant de ses jours. Marguerite, leur deuxième enfant, est celle qui m'a donné le prénom de Leland (après Leland Stanford, le fondateur de la célèbre université du même nom). Le Pasteur du coin refusa le baptême pour cause de prénom païen - ce qui fait que les Jésuites n'acceptèrent plus tard de m'ordonner que sur attestation écrite et sous serment que Leland et moi ne faisons qu'une seule et meme personne.
D’aucuns se souviendront des jours où - le latin ayant fait son temps au sein de l'Eglise - les références aux grandes figures helléniques comme à celles de la Rome antique, mirent en lumière une autre dimension sonnant la fin de la mystification des esprits et de l'éblouissement des sens.
C'est avec stupeur que nous avons soudain réalisé avoir accepté une aliénation protectrice d'un monopole occidental de la Parole divine, alors que la volonté même du Créateur de l'univers, Seigneur de toutes choses, est que les peuples se rassemblent en Lui.
Tel est le propos de Vatican II et de l'exposition "Gaudium et Spes" (Joie et Espérance). Mais en lisant le compte rendu du Conseil Œcumenique, je me suis surpris à penser : "Cette fois, ça y est, ils sont vraiment devenus cinglés !" Un appel aux bandes d'excités, afin qu’ils se rassemblent, TOUS, pour DIALOGUER ! Chrétiens, non chrétiens, bouddhistes, hindouistes, musulmans, tous, dans le même sac, avec les athées, les taoïstes, et même tous les riens du tout ! Et pour se concerter. Pas pour se leurrer ni se tromper les uns les autres et réciproquement. Mais pour apprendre de quels trésors, quells dons, quelles grâces, Dieu les a respectivement nantis. Et ce afin de profiter, ensemble, de l’immense richesse de la foi.
Ici, nous découvrons les nouveaux dirigeants de la genèse de l'accomplissement (comme dirait Jacques Dupuis, S.J.) qui signale comment notre culture de pluralisme religieux nous appelle de facto aux dimensions cosmiques du mystère divin, selon un plan qui englobe l'humanité entière.
Oui, nous rêvons d’une théologie:
*Non pour un milliard de catholiques
**ou même un milliard et demi de chrétiens.
***Mais une théologie pour six milliards d'humains vivant en partage sur cette planète.
Que les post modernes "perdent" la foi trouble et inquiète ? Mais étroitesse d’esprit, restriction ou exclusivité n’ont rien à voir avec la foi en Jésus Christ du Grand Univers - éternelle et divine Parole par laquelle le cosmos poursuit sa genèse pour converger en ce bien suprême qui soit le nôtre.
Et quand commence-t-on ?
Commençons ici et maintenant.
Disons tous : qu'il en soit ainsi -
Lee Lubbers, S.J.
"Thus, the human race has passed from a rather static concept of reality to a more dynamic evolutionary one." Says Vatican II even in its PREFACE to the reat of the PASTORAL CONSTITUTION itself. This only after walowing in astute observations of human SOLIDARITY awareness, pandemic evidence of yearning and hankering after any kind of directional unity and togetherness defensible, tangible to the human heart. Teilhard de Chardin sees these evidences concretely in the cast-offs of every new brand of empire-building whether it be societal or singular, public or private; as do also thinkers of the world observant of the passing scenes.
But let us get a grip: "on ourselves." Even though we didn't live (et) in "Times of Yore," still we even in our youth and still in our dotage feel a clear ingrained indignation not exactly that evolutionary awareness came along so slowly, but that something was unjustly deprived of us that should have sooner made things clear. Or, do I mean to say that we are still slow to put two and two together. Correct. We have lost the courage and crispness of our vegetated brains to punch out our insights, to read between the lines. At times this is stark quivering fear to appear simplistic, naive or just plain poetic by calling things as we see them, or even secretely admitting them to our innermost selves,
Try it out. Let's call it "Inventing De Chardin." Begin with your own personal realisation of the Solidarity of Man. Are we not talking about ALL (MEN)? And then we see that ARABS and seemingly hosstile "enemies" (some called "terrorists" are grammatically included in the parsing here. Were e born yesterday not to draw conclusions: some day, some how we must achieve a together-coming even of all of these and such. And, of course with the prompting of Teilhard de Chardin, we know that coming together means coming in convergence to the same identical POINT. He calls it OMEGA, so do we? Think on.
This posting will have to stop here while I help organize a cooperative venture to get my "classmates" of 60 years-yore to hop on the next jet for Paris so that we can really celebrate properly ou 60 magnificent years in the Jesuits--the Society of Jesus. We will mainly follow the steps of Ignatius Loyola, Francis Xavier and Pierre Favre who celebrated their first Jesuit vows in a little chapel on the hill of martyrs, Monmatre, then out on the edge of Northwest of Paris. See you later. Lee.
President Schlegel awards Lubbers DOCTOR OF SCIENCE
confab: francis LAJBA, Lee Lubbers, V.P. Brien YoungArchbishop Curtiss
FRONT PEW in the Martyrium
MAIN GATE COLLEGE SAINTE BARBE
BISTRO coté Barbe, Ignatius etc hangout?
MAGIC ESPRESO-CAPUCINO MACHINE rue de Grenelle S.J.
SAUSAGE SAUSAGE sausage sausage
bistro L-R Henri, Lee, Cletus, Bob study menu center
Dining in Chartres / snack table at SCOLA
November 18th, 2005
Begin this posting, for a change, spurred into action by a conversation with Michael Shonka, a big honcho in SCOLA marketing. He's an old friend of SCOLA; He goes way back to when SCOLA, still as a puny tottering "project Account" of Creighton University felt its oats but foresaw total annihilation in remaining thumb-undered by pretty petty functionaries unfamiliar with and fiscally fearful of earth-shakers and their mega-projects. So on one shady day I decided abruptly to incorporate it as an educational thing of itself, no link with the University. Still amazed at how swiftly you can do such a seemingly momentous thing, I recall having to step out the door of our housetrailer office on the hill and for all practical purposes grab the next four or five people who happened to be going by, to sign on with me as "the Incorporators." Comes to mind the Parable of the bridegroom sending out to the biways to "drag in" anyone to come to the wedding feast. Mike Shonka was one, and now works with us 25 years later. Here I write Mike a letter repeating what I wanted to say to him in answer to his questions: :
Dear Mike Shonka,
Nice that you pushed me into describing a preposterous plan for the SCOLA marketing of the five (eventually, eight) VIDEO-STREAMED CHANNELS including the 7-day-past ARCHIVE RETRIEVAL capability. Warning: As I will point out, I will suggest one little pricing detail differently than I did when you popped into my office.
Let's begin by laying out the grounds for making my kind of marketing plan. The SCOLA "product", I fancy to be somewhat analagous to a world citizen's need to have radio service; that is equal to our basic right to know not only what is happening near but also far; parallels are many. perhaps even, the internet itself. Also, SCOLA was created under an implicit (nay, near EX-plicit) phantom understanding that once resources and accompanying rights-wrangling for language learning from genuine authentic programming sources--was suddenly required to be outsourced from private educational "fronts" like SCOLA, then bit by bit was established a sort of Gentleman's Golden Rule of Language Learning in ALL the educational entities concerned, that since Uncle Sam, with taxpayers money, obtains resources invaluable (nay, requisite) for, e.g., national security, so, in early public OFFICIAL conferences of SCOLA in Omaha, when members of at least one US Intelligence Agency took part, it was agreed that those same resources should also be shared, cost-free--since already "bought" by the students in American schools; for they are the children of taxpayers; They are the future linguists so badly needed for American security and sociability in the world family.
All my contacts with people in allied government circles thought that was just ducky. I had the impression that this arrangement eventuated because Congress had mandated that these levels of government had to abide by the copyright and other rights laws. And should they go to the rights-owners themselves can you imagime how much money they'd be pumped for?
Put this together with the agreed fee for the USA agencies to use SCOLA: THEIR RULES REQUIRED THAT WE COULD ONLY CHARGE THEM ON THE SAME BASIS AS ANY OTHER CUSTOMERS--which was $0.25 per user per year. In order to cover our production expenses we had to have them admit that the number of users would meet the total sum payment required to operate. This total of users includes specific numbers of people in many of the departments and agencies.
As of now, these same government users are paid users of all the video streaming chanels, including the archiving and insta-class resources. May I conclude the following, suggesting that: 1) All USA students and members of the general population should receive the total Streamed SCOLA resource free of charge, regardless of whether or not they also enjoy the satellite-delivered version. 2) The same should obtain for citizens of each of the countries of the world whose lead TV networks share their programs with the rest of the word via SCOLA.
Required at once is a liberated kind of username and password system, bypassing the bottleneck petty functionaries that cost money and dead-ends the value of the resource. Nothing will fill this demand but the assignment of broadly valid keys awarded by country, or, last resort, by state, by school, etc. same key for all the members of the entity.
Where does the money come from? Where the money for the Internet comes from. What will be the bandwidth burden? Wild Guessing. Statistical approximations. Monitoring day and night. Remember how all the networks that eventually scrambled on sarellites were originally for long periods open and free (except PLAYBOY and the CATHOLIC BISHOPS)?
Guess that 80 countries' citizens have a key to watch; How many per million population have PC's, will sign on at at any one time? Worldwide daytime hours of affluence how many? What do you do? Do you know how hard it is to GIVE AWAY anything for heaven;s sakes?
First, Try doing it. Sit on needles and pins; no one will use it. It's hard to spread the word. Even when word gets around, it's usually a limited few. You could even take out a full page advertisement in every full tilt newspaper in every American city, and only five people would log on to SCOLA STREAMING in the next 24 hours. Some school marms would wake up and some 20 students might--for 2 minutes each. Do you not know human nature? People will rightly or wrongly suspect the old American marketing trick--you'll have to fill out tons of forms, give up your email address, whatnot. How about doing it like the good (and surprising) Wi-Fi shop, "ON" like BOOM. No hassle. Forget the crap. Why not? Are you trying to discourage everybody? or get the lingo world moving? Go.
What is a good "test country" to assess what would happen broadly worldwide? Zambia? Equador? France?
Most of the world has never heard of SCOLA. The freebie will be the greatest way to get the word out. How many people have computers? in Gabon? in CHAD? Remember how the Internet grew. Things that sell themselves are killed by "marketing." Something must be wrong with it. No user wants nothing but her favorite soap opera at any which exact time she wants it. Yours, What Cheer, Lee.
The start of all basic visionary moves demand a white heat burning blast furnace of desire . . . A desire so crafty that it has built already a clear detailed phantasm of "it." Burning desires,--ahoy! Even what to normal people seem like megalomaniacal desires are not out of our universe's ballpark . . . unless one is afraid? No, even better, "Be Not Afraid . . . etc." Get a grip. We're dealing with common infinitudes here, the kind that is in the toolbox of everyone with visionary faculties. You think that not of your self? Then dig it up within you by wedding the awesome world and wallow in it. Deep down, the reason you can't sometimes cope with normalcy is that your spirit gaggs on the dustcover of real; the reason webster words don't ever come to mind, because poetry is always on the tip of your swallowed tongue, at the mouth of your cave. Treble clefs Major Keys Dramaturgies Van Gogh's and Dada. Yodel-Odle-Lady-Who?.
There we are. How to begin an Infinitude? Piece of cake: Infinitudes are next to nothing; and when doing anything this grandiose enemies will be on the path, so infinitudinal upstarts are typically overlooked or at least abided if you're lucky--and monstrous idiovisionary things are guaranteed "lucky," because they couldn't exist without God as fellow complice. That must be what bridles the coourage it takes to "create." Except that's one Natural Law that God herself is not bound by, since Creation exemplifies the most slopping-over excesses and abundance you could possiibly imagine. There is recently word of a gang of theater people at Sam Wilson theater in La Jolla, CA, fairly consistantly knocking out great hits that wow Broadway. They matter-of-factly admit to harboring "Instincts, big ideas, and a willingness to take risks." (Check out the current DARWIN exhibit and recent insights into the scandalous inability of species to take care of all thir progeny--in the next posting, as soon as I find the article again.)
The SCOLA business is lucky to have a tradition and personnel body so radically creative. The kind of liberation that is necessarily unleashed upon the unsuspecting targeted-participants in the SCOLA experience. Of course, as a business, We are very fortunate to have solid people at the helm, some stability as infra-structure so that the pell-mell staight-jacketed mob can safely be unfettered at apropriate orgie-times--incessant marketing meetings, but with pure virginal scoffless abandon.
What verve made SCOLA is the nerve that nurses the kind of humaine lettering we bland personas learn from messing around with exaggerated othernesses; that is getting on a chummy basis with flesh and blood people in zones far from us, who think and judge so differently from us, eat strangely, talk "funny, all the way. What we gain from this kind of variety is worlds away from shallow niceties of manners. It changes our very spirits, our souls, our selves. And in so doing we achieve the leveling synthesis that sees the contrariness of opposites come together, no longer only apparent contradictions but unities, oneness in being, beauty simply. What's more that even though the whole world can't be wrong, we can be.
Universities and such are disparate bins for studied-separately-things so that we can master the humaine art of seeing them all together, And in so doing, believe me, we learn how to put ourselves together. This is the main task of our bristling info-conceptual age. When seeing all the rich humaine overflow of peoples and bridging all together as peers and confreres, we have mega philosophied our simplist observations of the past into God as "Transcendent Beauty," and all the judgemental apparatus of our souls now critiques people, doings, arts, businesses, governmentals and souls in simple terms of not only is such right, just, pleasing, inspiring, but is it "beautiful" deeply into its entire being to what degree.
People beginning academic studies after High School have often , due to the process of choosing courses in college and assessing their own native inclinations, tend to label the different disciplines as very disparate; certainly they've already marked themselves either as Humanist/artist or business/scientist type or other. Although we still think of the chasms between disparate areas, we quickly realize, the deeper we delve into any of them how much each depends and inmerses itself into the others. More importantly, how much we humanly have to be in tune with the close relationships that lie between them, and how important that is for me to grow accordingly as a scholar, a humaine global citizen and a beautiful character / good person.
Some of the fringes that hang out from serious beauty, and should be beckoned with all due respect are such recognitions as: simple, elegant, clean, direct, true, pure, real amd many more. What makes such an abysmally smelly French cheese like "pont l'eveque" so awsomely beautiful except that it so poignantly succeeds in being cheese as cheese should be. Like any simple musical genre that Mozart turned out, disaarmingly direct clear tonal direction and intent with patent carefree liberty of vibration celebration--standing skyscrapingly above any other. Who but for having experienced the great tragedians of drama, opera and all-humanity-agonizing on stages and ptomes of life painted so broadly that we accept the countless horribles, inexplicables and trancendencies because the artist makes the enormous totality sing with "Amens" "Bravo's" and "Beautiful. How can you r e a d the Bible unaccompanied by all the scientifico-artistico creationisms as its catalyst?
Now there seems to be fortuitously a little linguistic crisis in the land of Cornwall, England, There's an article in the New York Times today (11/17/05)about preserving the employment of their language. Here's a short thought from the article that puts some things in focus: "November 17, 2005 --Camborne Journal, Saving Cornish: But Stop. Isn't That Spelled With a K? By SARAH LYALL:
"CAMBORNE, England - No one knows for sure who the last native speaker of Cornish was, although some point to Dolly Pentreath, a resident of the village of Mousehole who died in 1777, apocryphally uttering the Cornish phrase for "I don't want to speak English."
"Whatever the truth, sometime by the 19th century, the language fizzled out completely."
"Since then, historians and linguists have tried to revive Cornish, one of a group of old Celtic languages whose cousins include Gaelic, Welsh and Breton. But the campaign is not going so well. For one thing, only about 200 people currently speak it well enough to hold a conversation."
Therefor,now Raise Your Hands for Dolly from Mousehole as patron Saint of the GLOBAL TRADE MOVEMENT. After all, she showed the way vividly how to disdain at all costs the speaking of English. Brava! Dolly. Presumably, had she lived (and may her spirit so do) the good souls of Cornwall would revive the creative forces lying fallow in an ESL garbage dump. See ou in the next posting. L.
TRANSMITTER AT ARCANSET ANTENNA FARM Banlieu-Paris
Perchance it is returning us to a more advanced classicism whereby we all now feel at home wallowing in living, not like pigs but more like Homer so that once-only "saids" can become a lively habitual mode of learning and seeing through things with our blood and tears and teenails gripping our brains. We now "conquer" brutally rather than politely excuse our interference upon the agnostic's fodder--inexhaustible mysteries devoured. "Wiffy Wanasso", maybe. Many are the raw discoveries of darkness's hidden fire that tastily crossed a rough billion instincts on their raw nerves.
Which only proves you can't let the scarey Arts Scenes out of your sight ror even a moment. Who would've thought that great theater stuff might get started in rare places like La Jolla, California. But "Jersey Boys" born there opened recently at the August Wilson Theater on Broadway. This little stage on the San Diego camps has made a habit showing the way to produce great stuff cuz they've got "Insstincts, big ideas, annd willingness to take risks."
Performane Arts--those puzzling constantly flowing in and out of focus art targets--take a lot of guts muscle to endure most of the time. Especially an "Art" lecture by Joseph Beuys, recently commemorated in "reproducive staging by Yugoslav-born performance artist Marina Abramovic for seven hours on seven nights at the Guggenheim Museum in Manhattan NY.
The NYTimes review by Roberta Smith says about the Beuys segment: "Sunday brought Joseph Beuys's "How to Explain Pictures to a Dead Hare," from 1965, in which Ms. Abramovic smeared her head with honey and gold leaf, wore clothes similar to those favored by Beuys, arranged and rearranged several blackboards and mouthed words to a Western jack rabbit that looked remarkably cuddly for being roadkill. Arguably the most famous of all the works she selected, it also seemed the flattest, perhaps because it is so identified with Beuys's own commanding, more pedagogical persona."
Meanwhile, back in England, the people of Cornwall are suddenly alerting us to the impending tragic loss of their Cornish language. The New York Times article today (11/17/05) from the city of Camborne's Journal. The lead sentence bears noticing: "No one knowsfor surewho the last speaker of Cornish was, although some point to DollyPentreath, a resident of the village of Mousehole who died in 1777, apochraphally uttering the Cornish phrase for 'I don't want to speak English.'" Now that's the kind of spunk SCOLA is promoting for the rich cultures well beyond Cornwall dangerously teetering on the edge of White Cliffs of Dover, selling their souls to the likes of the language clearly invented by ventriloquists.
Now apparently Cornish is one of a group of ols Celtic languages whose cousins include Gaaelic, Welsh and Breton, but currently only about 200 people still speak it well enough to carry on a conversation; From my yeaars living in ZFrance, I have heard native Frenchmen remark about the peculiarities in french used by the people in Bretagne. I will not suggest that Dave Decker, Chief rights negotator for SCOLA try to find a TV News program in Cornis nor in Breton. He is already at work, however on the Gaelic the Irish are recovering.
(XXXXXXX===Continue here on mysticism theme seeing UNITY OF ALL THINGS ....PP350-351 ouspensky inDREAMING SOME PURPOSE)
VISIONARY FACULTIES PP.232 FF. "OUTSIDER" xxxxxxx more mystics--JULIAN OF NORWICH--SIGN FROM HEAVEN THE "FARM" IN WAUKESHA
ALL THE ANSWERS FOR FINAL EXAMS-T0-COME, APRIL-MAY 2006
November 7th, 2005
"IT DAWNS ON ME . . . . ":
Until growing up in many experiential ways, I always looked askance at the attitudes of otherwise sensible people who seemed to make gods of art, or a religion of sorts of beautiful things; and unfortunately it always seemed that such pitfalls were for pitifully shallow expressions of beauty: nice, decorative, pretty--critical veneer without existential aspects of possessing the radiance of order and functioality that kissed deeply our esthetic receptors so profoundly that it lead us to God and Love. Apology? Sure, you can't take time out every two minutes for rapture and ecstacy, but there is no life without them. Unthinkably stolid is the stone who messes with any of the arts and not feels splattered likewise into all conceivable humaine and scientific disciplines known at least to God. How could it be Art elsewise. Degrees of indoctrination are always, as ever, kosher; Little ecstacies, even dime a dozen, are a real blessing getting through the day sometimes. Did it ever dawn on you?
IT REALLY DOES DAWN ON ME . . . that I follow a compulsion to share my "scolastory" in terms of being an artist==synonymous (I try) with being a Jesuit==identical with best achievable Spiritual Life==in God as transcendent Beauty. I didn't even suspect that another mortal human being, much less a bona fide theologian dared to think of God in such an obvious way, until, in Paris, I met the works of Hans Urs von Balthasar. Part and parcel of such insight is the inevitability of seeing beauty in depths and intimacies shared with all existent reality. The mere balm or salve of the suface or the blurred moment of things does no way suffice or qualify. What does it take to see God in everything. Of course, to understand art you have to know God, and more so is the opposite true. Hans Urs would have us veritable freaks of Sciences, Opera, Cinema, Dance, Theater, Gallery, Library, University of the whole Universe all at once just in order to hone the rare talent of a wallowing in the friendship we might garner understanding a capricious God. Even more the "inner" beauty of things, people and selves.
Startling is it when we learn that God thows dice, rules providentially and lovingly through chaos, tangles, knots and purest chance it seems. That to talk with Him we trick our selfhood faculties into hush in order to sense. Why is it that every tool-bearer staggering before his canvas aims instinctivly beyond its border, its frame, limits as well?. Or can we tolerate the idiocy and insanity that breeds beauty and good. The Ugly and the mess that in sum adds up to overwhelm and captivate in ecstacy of dramatic (even fictional) discovery. To allow self to be captured and dragged through electronics of musical sqirts and bangs and booms, insulted along the way by the carelessness of the touch and allure, slopping through disunity, purposeless playfull directions only to delight so unfairly, so mysteriously, unearned. It isn't fair. Like often Mozart, the spoiled brat, seems to be playing tiddly-winks on your guts. The rollicking instrument teases, just making the noise it was born to do, all of it, the whole range. The actor in drama streching even the author's strict indications to go beyond the limits, to captivate, exhillarate and triumph pompously in overweening hybris. Try that with a Mozart REQUIEM, Exsultate, jubilate.
Pardon me. Faced, still, with the questions in my blog posting just previous, and already having actually initiated studios and classroom art history courses in days of yore, I felt finally a little bit closer to some deeper desires students were festering. The tenor of the times were music, music music, and students were eating and sleeping Bob Dylan and San Francisco hadn't slipped into the ocean yet. They lived music and evolved sensibilities, receptors that spoke to them: freedom, love, light, and ecstacy real or generated freedomicity. All the arts visual and musical were food and drink. And all the while their desires were never fully satisfied, the ones I met in art class studios were stretching also to be the creative suppliers of these needs: satisfaction of joy endlessly and beyond and to be able to immerse in and create more, ever more.
What's a poor Jesuit fresh from a doctorate in philosophy of Art in Paris supposed to do? Still dripping with Camus, Sartre, DeLubac and Danielou, I got off the boat and saw hippiedom for the first time in my life! Well, fellow Jesuits studying in Paris at the same time were a big influence on me. Karl Rmbruster from Chicago, for one, when our gang had a drink together, could single-handed engross us in select scenes, mimicking all the voices and action, from the movie "Doctor Strangelove." The students I met first on return to the States were playing incessantly the music of Bob Dylan, for one--such that the first welded, motorized, automated junk sculptures I did were practically illustrations of those songs, and carried titles redolent of the songs. The lead piece was a monstrous 12-foot tall humanoid structure grounded with a fully-operating Washing machine, mounted with a 150 gallon tank head, cast-iron school desk brackets attached as flapping wings, and an enormous cast-iron kettle plunked on top like a helmet, and holding a long menacing spear; entitled "Warrior: Peace is Our Profession." "Times Changing." "God's on Our Side."
What I did do was initiate a "course" in "creativity." Young artists' models seemed to be big flashing stars, if not flashes in a pan whose punks burned bright till spurting out and disappering in sad sudden ways. It was about time to hint for them the possibilities of longer more fulfilling creative lives also overflowing with esthetic ecstacy options, if you wish, but sustained with humanistic channeling (liberating?) elements that would lead to long creative and productive lives well spent, so there!
This "Creativity" class, just as it was meant to , meeting just once a week in the evening for (technically) 120 minutes or so, was a very large lecture course. I took great pains to give a sparkling lecture presentation of the creativity theme selected for that week, making it only as long as good attention could be sustained. The lecture was designed to prepare them for the major task of the course--to write a considerable essay-type paper on their peculiar digestion of the theme of the week.
The essays were to be done with computer wordprocessor and printed out for me in standaard form. Refreshingly (?) there was absolutely no limit to the number of pages they could write and hand in. That was a real job reading these each week. I read them all faithfully, and to assure them that I really had, I made critical comments in the margins or even compliments on good writing or thoughts. I learned somehow that thiswas a powerful influence in their lives if being even only having been stretched to put out so much earnest personal thinking on paper so regularly. The writing was good; they felt and said what and why.
There was actually no textbook of record. Books listed as helpfull for the course were, for example, "The Courage to Create," by Rollo May, and, de rigeur in those times, "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, by Pirsig. This was stuff that fed the young people who, much like those seen on campus these days (2005) are enjoying their own precious solitudes in a sort of mini existentialist splendor; these days, poetry galore, ipod musics by the thousands, cell-phone warm self-assurance always teddy-bear-pose resting on the cheek,leaning forward into heavy thinking preparations for the next glorification of blog-tog podcast--or maybe just a beer-blast. "How are you?" "Where are you now?" "What are you doing?" Those days (60's) posters, Bob Dylan, flashing lights, feeling, mind-blowing, LSD. NOWADAYS (2000's) solitude, softly. "What are you doing?".
Students then lured into stuff I was pushing and visibly capable of "dreaming to some purpose" ("Later . . ."), would often be either the sort who would resist going to college at all, or better, take the academic resouces by the horns, rassle 'em, play with them, and for every moment, conquer. This presumes a proper and normal faculty of vision such as seeing things as they are, you know, as Van Gogh. for one, or Blake, for another, see them. How shall we finely hone our visionary capabilities? Shall it be by dimming our wits?
Suddenly I'm forced to ask myself how I personally reckoned (or not reckoned) with this option as a young Jesuit in training? that is, being a "scholastic?" Recall that we are still working out the responses to the 3 questions posed by the circle of deans-executives about my digging up (chairing) an Art program so far: What have you done? are doing now? and going to do? Of course I was digging a hole--like when the Dean wanted more inter-disciplinary courses; I cooked up what I thought was the spiffiest lulu ever conceived. "Where are all the other professors for all those other areas of Sciences etc.you have outlined?" "Me alone?" "Well, I'm a Self-Authenticated inter-disciplinary person, I guess," "I grandiloquentd." So much for the cheap attempts to con other professors to contribute their time and talent to your esoteric nonsense. Already we all know that the world of the Arts has long already ago thrown out every imaginable feeler known so far to man. Hey! I'm the one who conned the provincial superior into letting me work in Paris for a Doctorate of the University of Pais! I'm the one who chose do do it in ESTHETICS (Philosophy of Art) with the more or less specific motivation that with such a flag no one would ever question whether what you were doing was ART or NOT ART?
More and more the 3 questions are starting to look like--no, remind me of the three charges against Socrates. Forgive me for lapsing into such a thought, but in Prep School Senior year, 2nd year of Attic greek, I had a young Jesuit scholastic teacher, Tim Cronin, S.J., who made a big difference in my life. In his Greek class we every day plodded through the Greek text of Plato's Apology. Socrates' "Defense" speech, abundantly assisted with our professor's erudition and helpful tips along the ponderoous way; thinking out great principles with Plato, discussing, ruminating, without skimp and bar none. As we laboriously some times ground out each vocable to come to the peak of a Socratic thought, we felt each time like lottery winners. Idea-satiety sublime. I certainly had no vision of the future there and then, but that's when I became a Jesuit, I betcha. Now the study thing in Paris, shades of Ignatius, Xavier and Favre, embroiled in the licentious academic abandon for plying universe-wide to garner a words-on-paper disertation, is probably when I began feeling really "at home" academically at least, in the Society. In retrospect I really don't wonder why 3 years in St. Louis studying , so to speak, philosophy, didn't impress me, nor likewise 4 years studying theology; maybe the "worlds" of those basicaly exciting avenues did do me a great service, I admit--allowing me to embibe stuff later from fellow Jesuits, true scholars in those things, living with me while I distracted in . . . Art.
Ah, Yes! Those 3 charges against our man Socrates. They were three: 1) Refusing to acknowledge the gods acknowledged by the City, 2) intoducing new (or, strange, kaina) divinities, and 3) corrupting the youth. The first two acusations seem to be a crime of "impiety," a serious charge against the security of the city, families and citizens--and punishible by death.
Now that is dangeroous territory in th Arts. Joseph Beuys, German artist who worked notably communicating using enormous mounds and heaps of fat coupled in various ways with the felt that, in combo. healed him when his plane crashed in a farmer's pasture--they wrapped him up til he got better. Beuys visited and lectured to art students in the USA in the 60's and 70's often disecting causes for lack of creative evidence; too many fancy do-dads for students; give them a potato and a paring knife was what he advised.
We did various out-of-sort actions in our Creativity gatherings. One time I invited a friend of mine, expert in presenting the I-QING experience ("The Book of Change" to forecast events) to any group seeking some directions in important matters or in life in general for taking steps into fresh wisdom, or for seeking happenstance (providential?) Wisdom in a process of life at some quite normal time in life. In such a state, doing I-QING consists in preparing very carefully a succinct question to pose. This is beginning to sound like we're applying for an opening at your local Ignatian Exercises Retreat.
Indeed instructions for forming the question for the I-QING ARE redolent of Saint Ignatius Loyola's advice when preparing to contemplate Gospel scenes or exercises of his Spiriitual Exercises; these include determining what I truly desire here, formulate it to my complete satisfaction, prayerfully; I-QING demands the further step that I write it down--which emphasizes the import of getting a good awareness and grip on what I am asking. This will constitute hopefully a kind of cosmic presence that melds smoothly into the depth of light cast upon my deep desire here. From that point through casting three coins, or, my preference: using a computer randomicity generator program designed to "play" these "auguries." Granted, here we are dealing with something often sub-described as "occult," ( occult, you dope! not EVIL) which is generally taken for granted in the East "where all events can be seen as auguries. . ." (quote from "THE I QING WORKBOOK, by R.L. Wing, p. 19) and Wing continues . . . (on pages 19-20): "and true wisdom lies in divining their (all-events-in-my-life's) meaning. The Eastern mind perceives the individual as a part of the continuous whole of reality . . . ."
By throwing the coins until, according to instructions the program will reckon for you, you build a hexagram or hexagrams, and will be given firstly a report on the basic situation and attitude relating to your inquiry. The second report or more "may` describe the reasons for the coming change, they may present advice for the attainment of your goals, or they may be warnings of coming difficulties or auguries of good fortune. Perhaps a gesture equaling a good discernment of spirits--such as any good retreat director might offer. The final hexagram will describe the coming tendencies in your current or proposed path." (Ibid.) Now isn't that fun? The motive for taking innocent Christian, Jewish, Daoist, Muslim and what-all students for such a ride was to apply yet another device to release and liberate from the Westerners, at least them, the corks that bottle up much sought-after energies. You all know--how art instructors make you learn how to draw by drawing awkwardly, blindly or with almost impossible difficulty: drawing with pencil in your left hand, drawing an object backwards upsyde down by observing it over your shoulder in a hand-held mirror, supposedly to draw it out of your gut or something. Does the bit with the I-QING chill your religious sense, horoscopial sin looming? Well something like that actually chilled out a couple of University students when SCOLA broughtin 24-hours of Soviet Union Television during the Cold War period, before the Fall of Communism. Thinking it , fearing it to be "wrong" even to "look" at it, "unpatriotic" at the very least. Then there was . . . when we, SCOLA, began re-transmitting Al Jaseira,
Funny you might be scandalized that at the door of my classroom the evening we did the I QING bit, there stood a student before class started, brandishing a protest placard, warning all against participating in such a . . . I never did get the whole message; but I think the boy was coming from some kind of superstition or other, well-meaning I am sure, over-starched a little perhaps, but malevolent? No. However much I felt sorry for the "revolutionary protester," for his rightiousness, his rights, and most of all for his sincerity, nevertheless it was chortling to sense the hightened vibrations generated among the overflowing classroom participants keenly aroused to total awareness of the otherwise dull presentations heretofore of the creativity necessity of opening awareness to the universe and all others. In a harmlessly naughty sense, it was a great success.
Another sortie into boom-ba to jolt the drowsy class was to introduce the group en masse into a method of meditation once taught me by Tony DeMelo, an East Indian expert in such things, called an "Awareness Exercise." During a "Retreat" in Annapolis, Maryland, Tony introduced his retreat group to such an Exercise, primarily as a dip into a way from a world totally different from the "West," and yet more importantly to show that world's perhaps more effective acumen in reaching unreachables etc. Tony would sit UPON the presenter's tablle in Lotus position, and, talking us through it, softly and gently, would begin much like this: Relax and put yourself in a comfortable position. Be gently aware of a point at the top of your head . . . moving gently to another spot...right...left...be gently aware of your forehead..left..right..your nose...upper lip...chin . . . and if you suddenly realize your mind has wandered off hopelessly, pull it gently back to be gently aware of yor neck...right...left . . . be gently aware of yor clotheshanger muscles, neck to shoulder...left...right. . . remember that there is no such thing as a distraction . . if wandered of . . pull gently back to Be ware of Shoulder...left...right..upper arms..left..right..wrists/hands / fingers (one at a time). . . . continuing . . .
(That much gives you the idea, but go on . . . ; from there be gently aware of your chest..breast..stomach area left...right... belly L..R..sex organs . . . be gentlyaware . . . then proceed to your back..shoulder blades L..R..mid back,,lower,,rump,,thighs L..R..knees..lower leg...R..L..ankles..feet...toes be gently aware.... Then jump gently back up to your nose and breathe gently In...Out..being gently aware ONLY of the air as it touches the FRINGE of your nostrils as it moves gently IN...OUT. And you may continue this BREATHING EXERCISE for as long as you find it profitable.
I hope you noticed the message that Tony would interrupt train of thought with little admonitions--distractions don't exist...just move gently back to being gently aware--where, of course, there is no train of thought, So where is the meditation? the prayer? the contemplation, the distraction??. The exercise, you might think, trying, helplessly to describe it in western modes of critical terminology--is hopeless, From experience after doing this much you might be able to say something about its . . . ? Purpose? value? Attainment of vacuum of thought? nothing? What an accomplishment. Is prayer lying in the . . gaps?
Even Tony admitted that this exercise is good for and he recommends it for: getting relaxed, falling readily to sleep at night; but that's in addition to the main thing . . . attaining nothing so that something else than can vacuum in, etc. So you perhaps noticed that so-called distractions might actually be the most important part? I'm apologetic about having belabored you with all the dots and dashes above and all the "gently's", but I felt it worth it to give a fair imitation of the real thing.
From points like this and beyond variously really and categloriously artists and mystics have gone to the moon and beyond to be able to fall through the black hole that plops you into NOTHING. How else can you plot the chart that shows you where to begin and how to prepare to tap into the great secrets of the Universe. No school, no master, no book or erudition or formula is any guaranteed elixir or secret key for the great EUREKAS'S and ECSTACIES OF LIFE. Enjoy.
I guess that means that what we promote in the interests of achieving the best elements of life includes "living," "living fully." and awareness of all that the universe has to offer. That's the reason I felt that students of the 60's and 70's were ripe for learning about the COURAGE TO CREATE and the COURAGE TO BE which might dispell any temptations that seemed to be lurking around the musical fiestas of raw hippiedom at the time, that you didn't really have to do anything, but you were all already endowed with these marvelous talents to have pleasure, let your artistic self shine ever brighter and brighter and burn it out as quickly as you can squander and profligate the candle of youth while you can, instead of perhaps getting a grip on things so that the stars might shine even twinklier for a long productive lifetime.
The great teacher of creativity, Socrates,in the year 399 B.C. was charged with impiety--like not recognizing the gods of the State, inventing new gods; most of all of corrupting the youth. Socrates, giving An example of early formal charges against him mentions such charges in the formal indictment , as: "Socrates is guilty of needless curiosity and meddling interference, inquiring into things beneath earth and in the sky, making the weaker argument stronger and teaching others to do the same. (he continues) The charge is something like that. Indeed, you have seen it for yourselves in a comedy by Aristophanes--a certain Socrates being carried around on the stage. talking about walking on air and babbling a great deal of other nonsense, of which I understand neither much nor little." (PLATO, TR., COMMENT. BY R.E. ALLEN. YALE U. PRESS, NEW HAVEN, LONDON. 1984 pp.61 ff.)
SOCRATES confuses his main accuser further with a little repartee about having taught his students some of the scientific ideas of the times, specifically the views of Anaxagoras on the scientific nature of the sun and the moon--thus was accused of not recognizing them as gods. But with this I must note that I have pretty much, for the moment at least, answered the "committee's" first two quieries--what had I done, what was I doing; so providentially I can now briefly say what it was I had in mind to futurize art education on the campus.
The amalgamation under the art roof of just about every learnable and examinable phenomenon in the Universe seemed appropriate lest artists be duped into artifying about nothing, since wallpaperers pretty much handle that. Granted that art life on a good University campus is handy for interaction, synthesis, visualization and the remaking needed for digestion. I had already put out for "sculpture" student little homey notebook compendiums of curricula bits dipped into, thieving from most all the disciplines attempted by mankind in the world today--for doing ART ABOUT, ART INSPIRED FROM, ART DESTRUCTIVE OF OR INTUITING FROM, USING THE MESSES OF . . . .
Then's when SCOLA happened just in time. The perfect amalgamation homeostatically of disparate cultures and their codings (lingos) in order to net mutually a big bonanza, under the flag: "The Whole World Can't Be Wrong."
The New York Times 11/05/05 reports that such a synthesized compendium of unlikely peers has arizen on the campus of the U. of California at San diego. A synthesis of art and science, it is super-funded and hyper nano technologized, it seems. It features a nanoscience, wireless and supercomputing laboratory, a staff already of computer musicians, computer game designers, nanotechnology artists--"all part of a futuristic "collaboratory" being assembled by the astrophysicist Larry Smarr, director of the California Institute for Telecommunications and Information technology, or Calit2, a 400 million dollar research consortium . . . ." So far I've been saved from having to do that.
If Joseph Beuys were here today, maybe God would keep us from doing the suffocation of inspiration and creativity.
October 30th, 2005
U N D E R G R O U N D A R T:
My favorite corner of the SCOLA world is here where only vestiges of pristine prairie and pioneer interloping stand. Here is the place where in a symbolic way we buried our original inspirations for love of the future. Now we look forward to ever more challenging missions to the large part of the world our motto claims to be "ours:" "THE WHOLE WORLD CAN'T BE WRONG." I think maybe the tornado demolition cleanup and disappearance of some of my favorite tech toys, the stuff representing what at their time and discovery flattered my so-so daring and creativity, has explained for me now why I've gotten in the habit, for example, of throwing notes and texts for talks, classes, homilies, away, right after the it's done that once.
I guess I wouldn't even be mentioning this in a BLOG, except, first of all, it is a blog thing to do, and secondly just yesterday, Brother Jim Heidrick who assists me like a deacon does for me at Holy Family masses each week, returned my homily notes to me from the podium, as he has regularly done, and this time he mentioned for the first time ever that he saw me always throw them away; I said "Yeah!" So I got the body lingo message that he'd like to grab them--I presumed to muse/meditate more liesurely on something there. A gesture that could have trigered a little spurt of hybris/pride that anyone wanted MY notes--so I had to remind Brother Jim that these were crazy scribbles with this 'n that from things I read to prep the Mass, etc., and got most of those thoughts from my reading of Hans Urs (von Balthasar) so without quotes, footnotes, academia poop.
That "carelessness" was almost a policy for me (pardon my #7 character) in the earliest days of SCOLA when peers would come visiting our outbreaks of learning novelties; We told them how to get it done, all the tricks if there were any--because that's what I thought a "non-profit" was supposed to be and do. And we still do. However, fortunately, maybe, Francis, whom I nominated at a correct time to take over, when at my insistance, he sent a complete printout of the BASIC language program that operated the famous scola Russian Molniya Elliptical Orbiting Tracking System to be published in COOP'S SATELLITE DIGEST--I think now in my dreams I see him then retaining, holding back some key line or so; as though the originator of the software might be tempted to see it as "eternally" viable, irreplaceable, the only infallible routing in the whole universe absolutely forever and aye," When, for Pete's Sake, did our corporate lives ever depend on an APPLE-II Computer? Recently I made the mistake (again) of venturing with a young friend if he rememered then? And he exploded,"Even my parents weren't born yet then."
Is it safe now, in the inevitable retrospect of time and loosening of one's marbles, to formulate the answers to what seemed in days of yore quite pedestrian? I've got a ton of these, but begin with a keynote one: After some time doing the things that would gradually bring together some art classes, essential infrastructures for acreative environment (art department). 1963-65, a good Art History 2-semester survey, some advanced classes for significant Art Movements (likr DADA), studios for painting, drawing, sculpture, printmaking, for very basic starter,--one day the President of the University at that time, a good, kind friend of mine, by the way, Father Carl Reinert, S.J., credited for bringing the University into the big modern world and the century, invited me to meet with him and key executives in the (old) Board Room. There, sat in the middle of a circle of them, they essentially asked me. "What have you done? What are you doing now? and What are you planning to do?
I saw the clouds bursting open and btight light exploding into the dingy board room, and all I heard was the voice of Saint Ignatius Loyola giving me another of his EXCERSISES. Was this a carte blanche to create curriculums?
But seriously these queries at that moment started me working thence every single moment and particle of my life night and day formulating and elaborating responses to them: Where and how should Art be in the best University in the world?
Back in the spotlit chair, taking a breath to remain balanced enough to dialog a bit to find out really what they wanted here and now as opposed to a virtual Last Judgment. It turns out, I think, that some nervous nelsons perhaps had some complaints; remember, we were, in their minds, in the pits of the 60's. After a little friendly banter, turns out the clue was I had hired an artist with a beard, or, the one with the beard was . . . Bill Farmer, one of the most well-known, talented and admired artists in the area.
We branched for a time into super-8 and 16 mm. filming; art students filming anywhere on campus sparked phone calls to me
"What are they doing?" And on and on. We sponsored a film festival. Stan Brakhage et al. Otto Preminger, yet, for the establishment. We showed his film "Hurry Sundown," but in those days , since it was condemned by the Legion of Decency, we had to envelope the showing in a virtual debate with "both sides" represented. That requirement was a sorry affair, did no good, except was often since credited with hastening the sudden demise of the "Legion...."
Before I forget about it, let me tell you about ART DAY. The sculpture and whatever it was called of mine continued, I think, nicely along a constant majestic move through inspirations of different materials--all of course for the mutual edufication of art students. Enumerating in chronological order: a) Large welded automated motorized welded JUNK, b) classic hammered decorative blacksmithing IRONWORK, c) foundry WORK, First in bronze, then ALUMINUM. and IRON. d) INVESTMENT CASTING for foundry work. This inclrded doing large aluminum structures to be used as reverberators in a collaboration with a famous Electronic Composer for performances in Bufalo, N.Y. for the centenial celebration of Canisius College, New York University eisner-Lubin auditorium/student center.
The opening of a sculpture LAB in Burt Street at 21st St. gave us nice quarters for mixing up studio with documentation of living artists at work in their studios. It was enviable to see how many prominent artists that we spotted in art news features were willing to visit with our small upper level art "history" seminars via the CONFERENCE PHONE.
An advanced approach was TEAM ART with a small group of students, collaborating around the table to brainstorm an approach to an ESTHETIC NEED or PROBLEM. NO RULES; allowing eventual abandonment of the task for legitimate reasons, such as "It would just make matters worse to put more junk there." Or perhaps the esthetic solution might require calling in a consultant from Sociology or City Planning to deal with movement of people or neighborhood representatives to determine beautification needs.
Apparently I and my Team Art Students fell into disrepute one year when the Student Board of Governors mandated an ART DAY. Each Art Professor was to have students that day DO ART, IN PUBLIC, OUT OF DOORS, on the MAIN PEDESTRIAN routes of the campus, so that each and every Creighton student WOULD ACTUALLY HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO SEE ART, i.e. couldn't avoid seeing . . . ..
So the sculpture students went into brain storm. The parameters included budget allotted (TEENSY) and materials available (none provided). However the materials stockpile of the sculpture LAB had a pile of long, rusty, old streetcar rails, the track where the streetcar turned the corner around smack-dab in front of St. John's church. Presto! Brainstorming proclaimed celebrating the CONE SHAPE--what else could you do with iron tipi poles? That had been a problem, unsolvable, for some time; that's why they were in "storage" so far away. I got really saddled with them because Father Carl Reinert, then President of the University got embroiled with the United Worker Unions in Omaha, apparently wanting to "do something" with a plaza thing, fountain to boot, maybe, so that they volunteered to construct a nice bricked centerpiece for fountain or something in front of St. John's Church, The sculpture students contributed the bronze-caste memorial "brick" placed there to identiffy the happening. To the point, appaarently Carl Reinert got hooked to do some of the work himself personally, because he called me out there one weekend day where I found him mounted on a big Fork Lift, digging the rails out of the street to facikitate the quicker initiation of the plaza work by the unions (who did this to celebrate their centennial, I think). Carl ordered me to get a truck and haul them away, or more truthfully what he said, more or less, was "Lubbers get these things out of here and , the're iron, so you can make art out of them?" So that's when I rented the flatbed semi trailer, baced it up so caarl could load the rails with his fork.
So the results of brainsstorming settled on a far-fetched analogy of life from a kooky author--we must have been desperate
; Make a TEEPEE AND DIG A CONE-SHAPED HOLE DIRECTLY UNDERNEATH. In order to get it done we used all the money to ret a flatbed semi to haul the rails from the storage yard of the foundry in Council Bluffs, Iowa, to the grassy site we picked right ouside and West of the Fine Arts Building. Then we rented a crane to erect the rails into the conical shape and bind them at the top. Dig the hole. Done. ART DAY, explain the art. Turns out the brainstorming depended on some author's poetic and mystical symbolism that none of the Hoi Polloi students bought. The students protested the following year, and were going to deny any budget for my sculpture classes to DO ANY MORE ART EVER AGAIN. Brainstorm again; this time the esthetic solution was REPENTANCE. We all promised never to not do non-art that would fail to do real art on ART DAY right before their very eyes ever again; just give us a chance. They relented.
This time we were determined not to offend. We rented a very high tech and expensive electronic distance finder. We would MEASURE THE CAMPUS, a veritable way to learn about, assess the XYZ of, any thing or place, highly documented and statistics published, sent to the Student Board, of course, and hopefully prominently publicized in the Creightonian. So we located Finder and Target crew at major distance points East-West on the roof of St. Joe's, North-South from the Sculpture Lab to the Highrise Dorm. Full contact and reportage of distances metric and English, photographs of crews and operations. Beautiful documentation and booklet printouts delivered to the Student Board, framed, you name it. And having been well advertised, all students knew, finally, that ART WAS GOING ON all day long BEFORE THEIR VERY EYES, overhead, electronically, digitally, INVISIBLY BUT REALLY,and it could be admired and understood any time FROM THE DOCUMENTATION of the "historical" reality. P.S. The streetcar tracks are NOT buried here in the site pictured.
Answers to the questions still coming--next blog. Lee
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October 26th, 2005
SCOLA'S NEW ANTENNA FARM HOME. JANUARY 1, 1993:
The yellow building is where signals are received from about 29 antennas on the property; also where the five channels of transmission are composed and sent to satellite, and also digitally by fiber to the video streaming of the same programs. This makes SCOLA's TV available everywhere on the planet where internet is avaikable.
Although SCOLA began and grew into reality on the Campus of Creighton University in near-downtown Omaha, Nebraska, eventually and inevitably the enormity of dozens of satellite antennas taking up space on campus became awkward for the University and extremely cramping for SCOLA operations. When relocation became necessary, I dallied at first with a site in the city, rather close to the University, which didn't pan out, however, mostly due to ugly and expensive asbestos riddance considerations. Thereafter Francis Lajba and I considered and visited several out-of-town sites, following criteria like do-able commuting distance for current SCOLA people, zoning, locale, environment, and so forth. None really satisfied our basic needs envisioned.
Quite accidentally I learned from a casual chance meeting with a realtor, about the old Pottawattamie County Home just outside of McClelland, Iowa. She had heard that the County was "cautiously" seeking a buyer, being very careful not to saddle the neighborhood with a troublesome tenant on such a conspicuous property so familiar and revered in the area since even before the turn of the century . . . . All alone the next weekend, free for a drive in the country--Summer was getting close to Autumn--I drove by it a couple of times, then doubled back and parked by the padlocked pipe swivelled across the drive with a "Keep Out" sign attached, ducked under to look around.
I walked the grounds on all sides, looked in all the windows where possible, and felt exited already but tentatively--before introducing it to Francis and Dick (Kuhns) for a visit. Next available working day, during the noon hour, I drove Dick and Francis out to look. They did the same kind of look-around I had done; they liked it enough that we agreed to make a serious contact and show of interest with the members of the County board of Supervisors, notably with its Chairman, Wayne Bryant.
True to the caution I had heard about in advance, the Supervisors visited us on the University canpus, presumably to see if SCOLA was "for real" and a solid enough corporate and business operation to qualify as a credible, solid and enduring family member of the communiy. Evidently they found us to be the very image of the educational, non-profit kind of entity they had only dreamed to find to take over what had been almost a kind of albatross around their necks for 9 years. That was when the old farm closed. moving its residents into town and into accomodations more like family size and styles so they could walk to the parks, take the bus to other places, etc.
The nice Ranch-style house once built for the homes' director and family, was during the nine years the place was vacated, rented out so that there would be a monitoring preaence there. Thanks to such an arrangement there was never any appreciable or evident vandalism; inevitably however, weather and temperature extremes in both directions had wreaked damage to walls that proved not to be altogether unreparable. There was one newer wing to the main building that we knew to be more than adequate for the kind of operations that we already made function adequately, more or less, in the two modest-sized house trailers our offices occupied on the campus. Scarcely had we settled our offices in the newer wing when we started envying the beautiful other potential spaces in the old part of the big house. That was the area which when in negotiating-the-price mode with the Supervisors, we poopoo'd the thought we'd ever need any of old building's space. Maybe that's why, in their eagerness finally to "get rid" of the albatross and assure our easy purchase, the price and easy terms were probably the smallest fraction of some other potential?
The move of antennas and hardware began. I (very wisely) put Francis Lajba in total and complete charge of the move. I must confess that I was over-awed at the prospect of moving all our antennas, certainly the enormous 10 meter uplink transmitter system; it was anchored with such an enormous reenforced concrete footing that it definitely seemed destined to remain a permanent fixture for years to come. Happily, but also expensively, that aspect of the move had to be done by the same professiional team that had installed it on its arrival from the factory; these guys were already friends from those days and seeing them again doing such a great job was a delight for all. Francis had supervised the installation in advance of the concrete pad for the antenna, and the team from Oklahoma dismantled the dish at the campus site, hauled [t here, and reassembled it on the new pad. That big one is the six gigaherz transmitter; the smaller one, installed recently, is a 12 gigaheerz transmitter.
Francis did organize the trucking of most all of the receive-only antennas we needed at the new site. A couple of antennas too wide for highway trucking he arranged for a helicopter transfer service to fly over, That day it was reported that there were several sightings of UFO's. #
October 19th, 2005
LEE, left, LOOKS; FRANCIS right OK's
This is the time Francis with typical and justifiable pride bade me come with him to admire the just-completed extension to our transmission building. This extra space will now be adequate for the expansion to a total of eight channels of our increased number of countries represented on the network delivered via video-streaming on the net to anyonyone anywhere in the world in a computer linked to the internet.
This expansion is emblematic as well of the ambitious development of SCOLA archiving capability being developed in collaboration with information sources around the world like the Library of Congress.
Even now, for example, the current archiving capacity of the system allows a user to pic up and download any of the transmitted programs fro any of the seven days previous. Serious preparations are being developed for many conceivable search functions of the voice and text of the programs.
October 18th, 2005
October 7th, 2005
THEOBLOGY HERMITS WORLD:
THE BLINKING BLOG ! When faced with blinking, off-on glimpses of realities of any kind, what then? When you come to the blinking light, go straight ahead…? Some recent now-news may be the blinking light we’ve been waiting for in our zonky world where sightings of, and credence in, flying saucers happens from time to time.
I witnessed this recently at a time when I got an unexpected dose of high elevation in the mountains of Colorado. My good friend, Dennis, signed up to go into a hermitage for 10 days in a high desert plain in Crestone, Colorado, to do his annual retreat. Air services to get there being awkward, and not caring to drive it alone, he recruited me to drive along—mayhap even to join in the hermit thing. Even as we climbed higher and higher towards the highest elevations, we listened together on the CD player talks by very convincing exponents of extraterrestrials or at least probability of life of “others” in the Universe. This seemed to me to be a return, with new interest, to some of the same curiosity-searching of at least one generation ago.
Nevertheless, such stuff recalled and made you stop and rethink; fresh clues? New evidence? More government hush-ups? Renewed and awakening to forgotten old mysteries? In any event, I was definitely beginning to feel affected by altitude—I hoped, at least, since I was unwilling to admit any other more radical possible causes for the giddy weakness in my legs, dragging feet to walk any distance, agitated thinking, stingy appetite—that all came on me on settling down for a full week in environs of 12 to 14 thousand feet elevation.
Added to that, I drove over Independence Pass (still higher) one weekend to visit Lisa and David (relatives) in the Aspen area, a thrill drive I couldn't resist, for old times sake, if for nix else. I had my laptop with me all this time, mainly to be on top of things via daily electronic delivery of the New York Times. The Sangre de Cristo Inn gave me a strong WI-FI signal for dependable NYT download each night. And with time on my hands while waiting for Dennis to fnish his hermit sequester, I meditated each and every notable column of the NYT daily with large continuous depth charges and shots of coffee to fend off altitude effects.
With this “heightened awareness” and some high-strung opining, I began to read all the news fit to print “between the lines.” One story early in this summitry was an innocent notice that the Vatican was lifting the prohibition of Leonardo Boff to publish and teach his ideas on Liberation Theology. An added fact was that since the prohibition failed to forbid continued writing, Boff had, during the 4-year "sabbatical," churned out several more books and articles with greater stamina than ever before. These things were now tumbling off the presses and being snapped up quickly.
The one that piqued my fancy at the moment and in the spiritual environment of the town of Crestone was Boff's biography of St. Francis Assisi as model par excellence of Liberation Theology's principal virtues. Aside from the NYTimes, Boff's Assisi is the one book I buried myself in--presumably in fitting empathy with Dennis in his hermitage.
Perhaps condign for copping out of the real hermitage deal, I began feeling very much alone, lonely even, and added to that, depressed. But since such sad-sacked stuff couldn't possibly be the real me, I attributed it to the self-critical judgments I was inevitably making as I read on admiring the brilliant observations Boff makes through incidents and examples in the beautiful life of Francis in his identification with the poor.
First defenses rising up were wishful excuses that Jesuit Poverty is obviously different because of worldly missions etc. etc. etc. Not occupied with "less" but "more," not "lesser" but "magis." Nice try; but Ignatius and Francis are ultimately talking about the same thing. And Boff, OSF does a great job presenting Francis as A "Model for Human Liberation." P.S.: >http://www.geocities.com/Athens/8420/bo
Ratzinger while still Cardinal was the co-director of Boff's doctoral dissertation at the University in Germany where he developed these ideas published today. Another item has the Cardinal president of the Vatican Office of Ecumenism officiating at the funeral of Brother Roger (not a Roman Catholic), founder of the Taizée group in France; and at this Mass openly, overtly and in every publicized way offering Communion appropriately to everyone of all faiths present, reportedly in celebration of the ecumenical spirit represented by Brother Roger’s life.
Another interesting note has been the fact that Chinese catholics from all parts of the China world, viz, mainland patriotic as well as underground, Taiwan, Hong Kong and Macao, were unitiing at the August, 2005 Youth Days in Cologne, Germany, meeting as well with Pope Benedict in private as a group and with one another. In this latter togetherness they were able to taste the vigor of their brethren in Christ in contacts and exchanges not possible for them "at home" n Mainland China.
Then there's the eternally yodeling communists of the Peoples' Republic of China seeming to reduce their tenets to the levels of spelunkatory mannerisms masquerading as constitutional essentials of a civilized nation. Imagine the guts it takes to fabricate at every turn the pretentious charges that will keep random undesirables in jail.
I have had the special authorization to enter and film (with a Chinese crew) the separate areas in the Shanghai city park where its citizens bring their own music recordings of western waltz tunes in order to "ballroom dance" their early mornings away under the guise of "exercise" and "mere" sociability. All with seeming "impunity." While, apparently similarly coming together for regular exercize, the Qi Gong practitioners have touched a grand nerve in the communist governing sensibilities; so much that they should be actively interdicted and persecuted as major criminals. Uttermost of which is a matter for quite appalling universal reaction elsewhere in the world.
The auxiliary bishop John Tong of Hong Kong has recently indicated hope that China's sponsorship in Beijing of the 2008 Olympics might bring a thaw in its frosty policies towards religious freedom. He adds that numbers of party members no longer believe in the party. He cites also the fact that in his diocese of Hong Kong there have been 4,000 baptisms per year for the past several years, including 2000 adults.
I never did intend my scolastory to descend into Theoblogical areas, but as long as we're here, let's enjoy some more. A propos there popped up an item in the 9/28/05 NYT on the Father of all hermits, St, Anthony in the Desert and his monastery in Zalarana, Egypt, Southeast of Cairo, dating back to the 4th century. The monastery is generally considered to be the birthplace of the Christian monastic movement.
The contemprary facilities for modern hermits who come for retreat each have *** private bathroom facilities and WIFI links to the internet for their laptops.
Theoblogischeweise, also, I have run into German comments on similar bloggings; notably the "FeedBlitz" called "Commentarium Catholicum" >http://catholica.blogspot.com< Where you may find an interesting vision of Anglicans about to end their Reformation and join Rome. You may leave comments.
(Das Zitat: "Anglikanische Traditioalisten planen die Ruckkehr nach Rom. Primas John Hepworth hat den Auftrag erhalten, einen Plan dafür zu entwickeln. 'Es gibt keine trennenden Lehrunterschiede zwischen uns und Rom, die uns hindern würden, miteinander in voller Gemeinschaft zu stehen', erklärte der anglikanische Erzbischof in einem Interview mit einer Tagezeitung."
All in all, the nice get-together of the bishops (minus four Chinese not RSVP'd) with Pope Benedict in Rome are being faced with some of the realities of latin stubbornness that cannot belie the fact that "The Whole world Can't BeWrong" infalliblogically in its blogecumenical applications of Vatican II visions. Later. Lee.
July 17th, 2005
WELCOME TO LEE LUBBERS SCOLASTORY blog:
Come on in. Enjoy, I hope. The following "posts" are a series of accounts zooming in and around the SCOLA operation. To my way of thinking they reveal the "story" of SCOLA best. Blogs in general are ongoing and so forever modifying; this is my first attempt, and I count on doing regular updates, changes and additions, so visit now and then. WHAT IS A BLOG ? >http://peopleconnection.aol.com/journa
I hope it is truly revealing for you as well. In any event, please use the "comment" opportunity to add to, correct, oppose or celebrate anything you find here. Any feedback will be a big help. Cf email@example.com.
Thanks Much, Lee Lubbers, S.J.
July 16th, 2005
THE WHOLE WORLD CAN'T BE WRONG:
SCOLA, GLOBALISM, LANGUAGE, SOLIDARITY
Blogging along in a reminiscent mood, I was sure that I was dutifully, as founder, cranking out the good, plain objective story of SCOLA, presumably as only I could do it; that’s what I was commissioned to do, after all, by my friends who do all the great services provided now: growing before my very eyes into a one-hundred-twenty country Digital Tower of Global Television networks showing their daily pulses in more than eighty languages.
This project is my first experience using the blog, however, and I was nervous about getting enough pages posted before opening it even to SCOLA people for necessary team input and feedback. I like the feel of doing it this way--openly letting everything spill out for second bid. But then, a little fearful I was “hogging” the stage, I finally halted, paused for the first time after a few “postings,” to read for myself what I had written so far; and Lo! And Behold! I woke to the cool fact that I was blogging a blooming personal apologia of sorts. Was that right? I asked myself.
I thought of SCOLA‘s story initially in terms of peoples or countries coming together as a sort of communitarian Locus for seeing, knowing and digesting what everybody else in the world is up to. It cuts the budgets for spies. Like a TV SPECTACLE of the passing scene--an on-going motion picture show gallery archive for . . . historians? . . . antiquarians? . . . obituaries?
But no! That would have been conceptualizing the thing into the commodity that it never should be. The dynamics of living pulse-monitoring on any fraction of this scale means rather a participation in the most experiential and "knock-knock!" ways possible: as in "Who's there?" and "Do we make ourselves clear?" because just like this blog, being a world actor demands a sparkly repartee and some humor, or else be laughed off the stage.
Peopledoms learn and live their languages, the "voicing" of their solidarified souls, the nuances of all that signifies and conveys spilling the beans with no cunning reticense. It is about the conglomerates and totality of all the individual people who as a solidarity live and have ever lived in the Universe—all coming together in the grand convergence of mankind—one great unified flock come together at the point of “home at last” to the Sense of being surrounded by the elements that make us comfortable with the othernesses, cozy in the cosmic.
Clearly this panoply expanding even as the Universe does cannot be allowed to fall into status of "spectacle." These living language spots are the signs and symbols of the sacramental realities—putting the viewer into the state of “being there.”
NORTEAMERICANOS either do have the phobia, or the equivalent; we must be assuming that eventually there will be such advanced technologies doing translations at beck and call, that we will never be "in the dark" ever aain. The nuance? the "between the lines"? The side glance? The flutter of an eye? All the visible signs of frustration? Just saying the words you want to hear?
Let me at this point, be it ever so sudden, unload on you what really is my own personal hidden aim in presenting this "story" of SCOLA. It is to show that the very nature of the beast in its makeup and operations, is to demonstrate and facilitate how, in the modern world's key interactions of all kinds (read mainly: World Trade / Globalism)-- how mankind will continue to generate endless social destruction unless all participants involved are effectively in SOME SORT OF "bi-lingual mode" for their encounters, contracts, and exchanges. Let me explain!
Bilingual, in this context: There are many articles and books coming out these days on and around the subject of World Trade, Globalism, War and Peace in the 21st Century and beyond. Hardly occurring in any is even one word about the question of language as the communicating means of the agreements, outsourcing contracts and wage negotiations involved with the participants in the small nations whose languages and cultures hunker down low-profile-wise in the big bully-world. They may even have declared English their official national working language—so they maybe understand what we are saying, in the main; but we may never really have a clue as to what they are saying, what festers deep in their hearts and how it dances in their culture. I am pretty sure that without great numbers of our USA citizens being close at least to bilingual for that people’s tongues, we will never arrive at the kind of level negotiating table that will make any ilk of globalism truly succeed but rather fester growing discontent and radical wanton; then what.
With bevies of such empathetic sharers of lingo and culture of such lands, only then may the education assistance added help to bring to maturity and flower the brilliant creative talent that lies dormant in such spots.
Those having clocked real time shoulder to shoulder with citizenry in "undeveloped" nations have been almost Eurika’d to ecstacy at the depth of true genious talent that explodes even when ever so lightly stirred.
The fact that practically all “undeveloped” individuals have long been easily comfortable speaking three, four and often five languages in the process of everyday scrub living, and further that we count just learning a second language as a head start in all other learning areas, shows some kind of advantage in the disadvantaged nations. Learning a language is learning how to learn, etc.
MBA? OR . . . . . MFA?
By the way, a propos of nothing, I notice that some top designers, artists, even architects, are tracked getting inspiration from the crypto-clever concoctions in many fronts jerry-rigged make-do-with-nothing supra-sophisticated hiper-esthetic solutions to urgencies in the face of absolute poverty, total absence of means, in what we call undeveloped conditions.
I guess that means that "other" with "other" must be able to understand "each other's" meaning, feeling, background and stance. SCOLA's layout of exhausted lists of representative peoples and nations need not be a spectacle unless we make it that way through continued greed and power.
This stretched-out perspective, (as mega- X to the Nth it must seem,) is more realistic, I think. Although that makes SCOLA’s "sitz" look puny, still it highlights it better as a coded icon for the cosmo-genic glue that melds all people into one by dousing the spectacle image, jumping “cold” into otherhoods, new idioms, get-up-and-go PERSONAL participation in the action of what is real.
Take a look at a book. Here are some citations from the soundtrack of the film of the book: "The Society of the Spectacle," by Guy Debord:
" In societies dominated by modern conditions of production, life is presented as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly live has receded into a representation."
"Understood in its totality, the spectacle is both the result and the goal of the dominant mode of production. It is not a mere decoration added to the real world. It is the very heart of this real society’s unreality. In all of its particular manifestations — news, propaganda, advertising, entertainment — the spectacle represents the dominant model of life. It is the omnipresent affirmation of the choices that have already been made in the sphere of production and in the consumption implied by that production."
Of course, I think I say it briefer, but I couldn't resist adding Debord's two cents; besides his book is longer and merits your attention in this matter. The book is a constant flow of separate aphoristic-type paragraphs giving brilliant insights of political and cultural theory on our (post?) modern society. They are tight and obstruse but with persistence and re-reading, richly revealing.
Once upon a time there always was one tourist of the six-countries-in-five-days type who religiously took regular snapshots to authenticate his trip trophies; no time for immersion in the otherness of foreign lands and cultures, whereupon, once at home again his pictorial spectacle is neatly displayed in various forms as his lone form of picture-book reality. That IS his TRIP
So let Debord continue: "In the spectacle’s basic practice of incorporating into itself all the fluid aspects of human activity so as to possess them in a congealed form, and of inverting living values into purely abstract values, we recognize our old enemy the commodity, which seems at first glance so trivial and obvious, yet which is actually so complex and full of metaphysical subtleties.
And continues: "The fetishism of the commodity — the domination of society by “intangible as well as tangible things” — attains its ultimate fulfillment in the spectacle, where the real world is replaced by a selection of images which are projected above it, yet which at the same time succeed in making themselves regarded as the epitome of reality." (Debord, ibid.)
The Great Holy Spirit at the loins of all communication, languages and babellings thereof, is the verifiable Source of what the threads of living life say to us, and say what is the Meaning of life, what is the binder of all Solidarity of the human race from the beginning of soulful life to each's mountain where “Salvation” lies.
In this direction I hope to point out all the elements of our lives where the services of SCOLA do help immerse us in the grand family of mankind. This is in no sense a denial or discouragement of the rich ethnicities of the human race nor the importance of patriotism in the ever more democratic civil polities of the world. Rather in this story I invite readers to help point out how in their most perfect forms they assist all peoples to greet every sunrise in every clime that we are all children of one SUPREME LORD of the UNIVERSE who put each of us here and destined ALL to return to the same on time as expected. Where else?
Evident, these days, rising increasingly almost out of the stones of the earth are signals from hearts starving for some—almost “any”—signal that Some Really Significant Meaningful-in-Life ONE is out there moving, the God of Creation, maybe. Everyone seems to be expecting cosmic horoscopes each morning to tell them exactly what gate to go to for automatic express transport to the temple of UNIFICATION AND FULFILLMENT. Tell me about it.
What holiness experts seem to be trying to say (more or less) is that since our Creator made us with the full intention that even after a sometimes rough trip through life, we should definitely succeed, make it, “be saved"; and, as impossible as it seems in the many awful cases we can all think of, “Nothing is impossible with God.” Check out some solid (relatively conservative theological) views yourself: click
My point in using one theological model (which, I’d say, is pretty crucial to the lives of all of us) is to clinch ultimately the place our primal native languages play in the “coming together” of all mankind. I risk repeating in a thousand different ways the existential reality that it might be easy for me all alone lonerwise to get lost, but there is a mystique of togetherness in solidarity with all God’s children which succeeds. Unless I join the Human Race somehow, I’m precariously unbalanced on the wrong track. Reader: you can easily think of a parallel model from your own paradigmatic DNA slope or inherited faith.
Back in the Dark Ages (say, about until 1962-65 0f this era) "wussie" voices in the night had bad night-blindness in the face of various noble faith-positions now seen to possess full moral and spiritual goods for a good life. In fact, the “othernesses” which "other'd" from the hitherto deemed “mother-faith” can clearly, from evidence of centuries of Provident action, claim intrinsec value sufficient to stand firm as genuine Revelation for specific cultures in different times, and, a pari, even today.
Realist thinking like this began, as most of us know full well, with the stark actuality of many different religions simply being in existence, and, we may conclude, providentially raised to bring your typical othernesses closer to His Providence. Christian as well as non-Christian; and, as for the non-Christians, most all do “match Christianity in terms of the practice of virtue which they engender, the profundity of the
spirituality they inculcate.” (Terrence Merrigan, Homage to Dupuis book) p.61)
If any longituinal-doctrine Westerners are still out there, it might interest (or surprise) you “that most people in the world are not and are never likely to be Christian . . . .” (ibid. p.60) which perhaps has crossed many minds in reading histories touching relations with Islam. (cf.: In Many and Diverse Ways, In honor of Jacques Dupuis, Daniel Kendall and Gerald O’Collins, eds, Orbis Books, Maryknoll, N.Y., 2003; pp. 60 ff. article by Merrigan, "Jaques Dupuis and the Redefinition of Inclusivism.") (Note, Always recall that while Merrigan's "boast" stands, still nothing is impossible with God.)
Then on what basis is the what kind of unity or solidarity ever to be wrenched out, may we look in the direction of dominant instincts today towards DIALOGUE which must in part be interreligious and lead all of us down unfamiliar paths for “experience of the other,” as well as interreligious prayer. At this point it is good to remind ourselves that at some not too distant future we are KARMA’d to be at the very least perfectly tolerant, if not buddy-buddy actually, Arab Muslim with Irish Catholic, Pope with Imam, Fundamentalist with Flaming Liberal. So what the Heck. Is that kind of unity good enough? Why not.
One of the areas of dialog has to be in the functioning of globalism through world trade. In a market scenario where workers in a small poor land churn stuff under tight budget contract out and are pittance paid, the customers-buying profiting are thieving staight out. The contracting logo product managers are the triggers of the robbery. There will never be a time when the small country at such a pace can partake of the pie and taste the good life.
Maybe the contractors should be obliged to speak the native language of the small contracting country in negotiating foreign-site production.
Note well that the small contracting countries have sometime long since abandoned their pride of unique native language and culture and even made English the official tongue of the nation in order, they think, to allow everyone to participate in the big business money pot. Perhaps a return to self-assertion of the national richness of tongue and native genious will bring it back into legitimacy in the swirl mondial of values and services of importance also to others around the world.
THE PENTAGON'S NEW MAP
Reportedly the Pentagon has drawn its own peculiar new map of the world; In it is a delineation of a “core” of countries that are “functioning;" that is, they are economically stable such that a comfortable life for the citizenry makes for a dependable labor market, good customers for traded products, and continued cultural development.
"Outside the core" are found the “Non-integrating Gap.” These countries faced the roaring Information World that invited all to the party of worldwide prosperity of products and connection with the rest of mankind. Leapfrogging into coveting all that the world had to offer and was bandied about constantly before their eyes; all without giving the means, the education, the training, the capital and the motivation to build a society capable of participation. The world finally awakened to realize that a new disorder of the world was in the making; demands for crisis response around the world multiplied, the military decided it had to design a different sort of army—one part which could jump, moment's notice, to snuff out sudden crises here and there—where the other part of the army does personnel humanities and housekeeping chores. So thus is drawn a new map of the world, spotting the “disfunctioning" countries where jobless jokers slouch around the corners of mischief markets.
Current goals, I guess, are primarily zeroed in on helping more of the non-integrating gap countries into the Functioning Core; a good and necessary thing. There are many books poking around the fringes of this subject these days, but none of these point one word to the pride of culture and language at catastrophic risk in the excessive one-way streetism of current world trade methods, practices and policies.
Reduced to one specific example, imagine a product called X-BOOTS. HERMAN is the name of the production and manufacturing company in New Rockland. One bright day Herman needs to lower prices on X-Boots drastically in order to compete and make more money. He finds a potential sub-contractor group in Sweetonia capable of making boots for a song. The Sweet company makes the boots and even ships them to the various markets indicated by the contractor. The Herman company now fires its workers in New Rockland, since the company now needs only a skeleton office to make contracts with foreign workers, negotiate salaries, specify markets, keep books and count money.
The Sweetonia workers now want a bigger share, salary raises, for their work. Herman says “No!” and Sweetonians object. Herman then reminds Sweet people to take it or Herman will move the whole kaboodle to Sloponia. End of Story.
The situation is a Hybris event of overweening bully, economic threat, linguistic runaround and total cultural bankruptcy.
Of course these situations could gradually disappear if wages’ standards equal to those in the contracting country could be applied; profits would again be the result of more genious, efficiency and competition. Gradual ability of more bilingual people involved would certainly help mutual cultural togetherness foster a better business and indeed a better product climate. All this would certainly contribute to better people, a better society etc etc.
The English language cornering the market is a curse in these affairs and in many other ways affecting us all.
The best story and analysis of the strains to which the overwhelming adoption of English as International language of choice subjects us, is an article on the languages:
"LANGUAGE LEARNING, GLOBALISM, AND THE ROLE OF ENGLISH", by Humphrey Tonkin.
I suggest you read the whole article , but let me feature a couple of directly quoted segments:
“We know enough about the world to move around it with relative ease, but our limited knowledge confuses response to economic stimuli with what Americans call life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Those great ideals ring increasingly hollow in our conflict-ridden world. A major cause of our confusion before the globe that we have created is our inability or our unwillingness to go beyond the boundaries of our elite universe to engage the people at its fringes and beyond, in terms, and in languages, that they understand, The very seductiveness of the welcoming world of technology and mobility and the English language, its very openness to all who qualify, may blind us to what lies beyond. We need languages to reach beyond the envelope of wealth and privilege in which we find ourselves.”
And further: “We can perhaps recognize . . . that we have the feeling that English is the lingua franca of international education, but we who are locked in our own linguistic house, no matter how commodious its rooms nor how broad the surrounding parkland, do not have the means to understand them. Furthermore, having a single language for global communication may have its advantages, but it comes at considerable cost to the diversity of cultures. Indeed it makes doubly imperative that we learn how to communicate effectively with the rest of the world in a spirit of reciprocity and openness.”
SCOLA is aware perhaps of the potent place of language in the world that's aborning, and think we should cry out loud lest really important people fail to notice.
June 1st, 2005
SCOLA FOR BILINGUAL with BIBLIOGRAPHY:
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BIBLIOGRAPHY of WORKS RELATED TO THE USE OF SCOLA RESOURCES
"THE PENTAGON'S NEW MAP, War and Peace in the Twenty-first Century," by Thomas P. M. Barnett. G.P. Putnam's Sons, N.Y. 2004.
"RUNNING THE WORLD. The Inside Story of the National Security Council and the Architects of American Power," by David Rothkopf. Public Affairs, N.Y., 2005.
"IMPERIAL HYBRIS, Why the West Is Losing the War on Terror," by Anonymous. Brassey's, Inc., Washington, D.C.,2004.
"NO LOGO, NO CHOICE, NO JOBS, NO LOGO, TAKING AIM AT THE BRAND BULLIES," by Naomi Klein. Knopf Canada , Random House,1999.
"THE TRUE MEANING OF THE LORD OF HEAVEN (T'ien-chu Shih-i), by Matteo Ricci, S.J. (Li MaDou), tr. by.... Inst. of Jesuit Sources, St. Louis, 1985.
"The Dragons of Expectation. Reality and Delusion in the Course of History," by Robert Conquest. W.W. Norton, N.Y. 2005.
"AGAINST THE MODERN WORLD, Traditionalism and the Secret Intellectual History of the twentieth Century," by Mark Sedgwick. Oxford U. Press, 2004.
"JESUS SYMBOL OF GOD" by roger Haight. Maryknoll, N.Y.1999.
"THE HEART OF MATTER," BY PIERRE TEILHARD DE CHARDIN, S.J. Harcourt Brace, N.Y. 1976.
"NO BLOODLESS MYTH, A Guide Throough Balthasar's Dramatics," by aidan Nichols OP. Catholic U. Press. 2000.
"THE VON BALTHASAR READER," EDS. M. KEHL,S.J. AND W. LØSER SJ, CROSSROAD HERDER, N.Y.1982.
"HINDU WISDOM FOR ALL GOD'S CHILDREN," by Francis X. Clooney, S.J. Orbis/Maryknoll, N>Y> 1998.
"DARE WE HOPE THAT ALL MEN BE SAVED? with a short discourse on Hell," by Hans Urs von Balthasar. Ignatius, San francisco. 1988.
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"TRANSLATION NATION, Defining a New American Identity in the Spanish-Speaking United States," by Héctor Tobar.Penguin. NY, 2005.
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"THE END OF FAITH: Religion, terror, and the Future of Reason," by Sam Haarris. W.W. Norton, NY. 2004.
"JOSEPH BEUYS" by Caroline Tisdall. Guggenheim Museum, NY. 1979.
"THE FIRST MAN," by Albert Camus.Vintage Int'l.,NY. 1995.
"THE CUBE AND THE CATHEDRAL, Europe, America and Politics Without God," by George WeigelBasic Books, NY.2005.
"CHRISTIANITY AND THE RELIGIONS, from Confrontation to Dialogue," by Jacques Dupuis, S.J., Orbis, NY. 2002.
A WHOLE NEW MIND, Moving from the Information Age to the Conceptual Age," by Daniel . Pink. Riverhead Books, NY. 2005.
"EXPLORATIONS IN THEOLOGY, I: The Word Made Flesh," by HANS URS VON BALTHASAR. Ignatius, San Francisco, 1964.
"IN MANY AND DIVERSE WAYS, In Honor of Jacques Dupuis," Eds. Daniel Kendall, Gerald O'Collins. Orbis, NY. 2003.
"THE SOCIETY OF THE SPECTACLE," by Guy Debord. Zone Books, 1995.
"PRACTICAL ADVICE ON CREATING AND MAINTAINING YOUR BLOG, The weblog Handbook," by Rebecca Blood. Perseus Publishing, 2002.