A couple days ago I was driving to work going down 38th Street on the near north side of Indianapolis and was facing the usual elements of busy streets, stoopid drivers, and increasing stress. While stopped at a light I caught some movement outside my car from the corner of my eye. I turned and saw that the wind had suddenly sprung up and stirred some pink flowers that had been planted in between the sidewalk and the curb. When they reconstructed 38th Street they added some of these areas right in the sidewalk where flowers could be planted.

I stopped for a second and just looked at it (the light was still red). It wasn’t much, just some little bushy kinds of plants that had several pink flowers on the ends of some of the little “branches.” But in the midst of rude people and stressful driving, that momentary image of a few little pink flowers was like a pocket of beauty that radically changed my frame of mind. I drove the rest of the way to work with that image in my mind and a calmness and a more aesthetic sense in my heart.

It doesn’t take much for us to be distracted by busyness and speed and activity, but even so, it also only takes a moment to stop when the opportunity arises and take in a little of the beauty of God’s creation and get our perspectives back in line. If we’ll only notice and look.

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Current music: More, by The Raleigh Ringers

Anyone who lives in the Indianapolis area, or probably in the state, is aware of the problem we’ve had with housing taxes. Specifically, many people saw their taxes double or worse from last year to this year. Since the big hoohah over the situation, the state has backed off, allowing people to pay at last year’s rate and apparently just about the whole state is getting reassessed.

In a neighborhood near where I work, many houses have had this particular sign up since it all hit the fan. It’s in protest of the taxes, but the sign itself really bothers me. It says:

For Sale
     By Owner     
Due to
(Unfair Taxation)

I get their point and all, but if you’re going to put a sign in your front lawn and leave it there for months, maybe you should give a LITTLE thought to its internal logic.

  1. First of all, if you really wanted to even SLIGHTLY interest someone in buying the house, you wouldn’t broadcast the fact that the local taxes are unfair.
  2. What’s with the parentheses?? You’re selling your house because of (unfair taxation)? What the heck is THAT supposed to mean? It MIGHT make some sense if you moved the open parenthesis to right before the “Due to,” but because of font size choices that would look kind of weird also.
  3. All you show by displaying this sign in your yard is that you’re saying you want to sell your house but you’re not really serious about it, that you have no sense of proper grammar, and, oh, you’re also unhappy about the tax situation.

If it were me and I were going to keep a sign in my yard for any length of time, especially more than a couple months as has been the case with the above-mentioned signs, I’d want to make sure that the sign said what I really felt and didn’t insult my intelligence. But that’s just me….

You know, I always wanted to design an eschatological version of this game and call it “Where in the Hell is Carmen Sandiego?”. Think it would sell? :-D

Arthur Schopenhauer lived from 1788 to 1860. He was a philosopher and writer who wrote books like The World as Will and Idea and Studies in Pessimism. He is one of those writers that everyone should read, because as you read his style of writing, you almost cannot help becoming more eloquent. Of particular interest is one of his essays, called Counsels and Maxims, which can be found at Project Gutenberg. You can also read it as an etext from the University of Adelaide (Australia) Library at http://etext.library.adelaide.edu.au/s/schopenhauer/arthur/counsels/

What I find interesting is that he lived 150+ years ago and yet his observations are still true today. And all the more interesting is Chapter 3 of his Counsels, “Our Relation to Others,” when read with a view of today’s society and culture in mind. Below are some excerpts that I found particularly compelling.

It is astonishing how easily and how quickly similarity, or difference of mind and disposition, makes itself felt between one man and another as soon as they begin to talk: every little trifle shows it. When two people of totally different natures are conversing, almost everything said by the one will, in a greater or less degree, displease the other, and in many cases produce positive annoyance; even though the conversation turn upon the most out-of-the-way subject, or one in which neither of the parties has any real interest. People of similar nature, on the other hand, immediately come to feel a kind of general agreement; and if they are cast very much in the same mould, complete harmony or even unison will flow from their intercourse.

This explain two circumstances. First of all, it shows why it is that common, ordinary people are so sociable and find good company wherever they go. Ah! those good, dear, brave people. It is just the contrary with those who are not of the common run; and the less they are so, the more unsociable they become; so that if, in their isolation, they chance to come across some one in whose nature they can find even a single sympathetic chord, be it never so minute, they show extraordinary pleasure in his society. For one man can be to another only so much as the other is to him. Great minds are like eagles, and build their nest in some lofty solitude.

Secondly, we are enabled to understand how it is that people of like disposition so quickly get on with one another, as though they were drawn together by magnetic force—kindred souls greeting each other from afar. Of course the most frequent opportunity of observing this is afforded by people of vulgar tastes and inferior intellect, but only because their name is legion; while those who are better off in this respect and of a rarer nature, are not often to be met with: they are called rare because you can seldom find them.

You cannot see in another man any more than you have in yourself; and your own intelligence strictly determines the extent to which he comes within its grasp. If your intelligence is of a very low order, mental qualities in another, even though they be of the highest kind, will have no effect at all upon you; you will see nothing in their possessor except the meanest side of his individuality—in other words, just those parts of his character and disposition which are weak and defective. Your whole estimate of the man will be confined to his defects, and his higher mental qualities will no more exist for you than colors exist for those who cannot see.

Intellect is invisible to the man who has none. In any attempt to criticise another’s work, the range of knowledge possessed by the critic is as essential a part of his verdict as the claims of the work itself.

Hence intercourse with others involves a process of leveling down. The qualities which are present in one man, and absent in another, cannot come into play when they meet; and the self-sacrifice which this entails upon one of the parties, calls forth no recognition from the other.

I feel respect for the man—and he is one in a hundred—who, when he is waiting or sitting unoccupied, refrains from rattling or beating time with anything that happens to be handy,—his stick, or knife and fork, or whatever else it may be. The probability is that he is thinking of something.

With a large number of people, it is quite evident that their power of sight completely dominates over their power of thought; they seem to be conscious of existence only when they are making a noise; unless indeed they happen to be smoking, for this serves a similar end. It is for the same reason that they never fail to be all eyes and ears for what is going on around them.

Most men are so thoroughly subjective that nothing really interests them but themselves. They always think of their own case as soon as ever any remark is made, and their whole attention is engrossed and absorbed by the merest chance reference to anything which affects them personally, be it never so remote: with the result that they have no power left for forming an objective view of things, should the conversation take that turn; neither can they admit any validity in arguments which tell against their interest or their vanity. Hence their attention is easily distracted. They are so readily offended, insulted or annoyed, that in discussing any impersonal matter with them, no care is too great to avoid letting your remarks bear the slightest possible reference to the very worthy and sensitive individuals whom you have before you; for anything you may say will perhaps hurt their feelings. People really care about nothing that does not affect them personally. True and striking observations, fine, subtle and witty things are lost upon them: they cannot understand or feel them. But anything that disturbs their petty vanity in the most remote and indirect way, or reflects prejudicially upon their exceedingly precious selves—to that, they are most tenderly sensitive.

Distance and long absence are always prejudicial to friendship, however disinclined a man may be to admit. Our regard for people whom we do not see—even though they be our dearest friends—gradually dries up in the course of years, and they become abstract notions; so that our interest in them grows to be more and more intellectual,—nay, it is kept up only as a kind of tradition; whilst we retain a lively and deep interest in those who are constantly before our eyes, even if they be only pet animals. This shows how much men are limited by their senses.

A man must be still a greenhorn in the ways of the world, if he imagines that he can make himself popular in society by exhibiting intelligence and discernment. With the immense majority of people, such qualities excite hatred and resentment, which are rendered all the harder to bear by the fact that people are obliged to suppress—even from themselves—the real reason of their anger.

What actually takes place is this. A man feels and perceives that the person with whom he is conversing is intellectually very much his superior. He thereupon secretly and half unconsciously concludes that his interlocutor must form a proportionately low and limited estimate of his abilities. That is a method of reasoning—an enthymeme—which rouses the bitterest feelings of sullen and rancorous hatred. And so Gracian is quite right in saying that the only way to win affection from people is to show the most animal-like simplicity of demeanor—para ser bien quisto, el unico medio vestirse la piel del mas simple de los brutos.

To show your intelligence and discernment is only an indirect way of reproaching other people for being dull and incapable. And besides, it is natural for a vulgar man to be violently agitated by the sight of opposition in any form; and in this case envy comes in as the secret cause of his hostility. For it is a matter of daily observation that people take the greatest pleasure in that which satisfies their vanity; and vanity cannot be satisfied without comparison with others. Now, there is nothing of which a man is prouder than of intellectual ability, for it is this that gives him his commanding place in the animal world. It is an exceedingly rash thing to let any one see that you are decidedly superior to him in this respect, and to let other people see it too; because he will then thirst for vengeance, and generally look about for an opportunity of taking it by means of insult, because this is to pass from the sphere of intellect to that of will—and there, all are on an equal footing as regards the feeling of hostility. Hence, while rank and riches may always reckon upon deferential treatment in society, that is something which intellectual ability can never expect; to be ignored is the greatest favor shown to it; and if people notice it at all, it is because they regard it as a piece of impertinence, or else as something to which its possessor has no legitimate right, and upon which he dares to pride himself; and in retaliation and revenge for his conduct, people secretly try and humiliate him in some other way; and if they wait to do this, it is only for a fitting opportunity. A man may be as humble as possible in his demeanor, and yet hardly ever get people to overlook his crime in standing intellectually above them. In the Garden of Roses, Sadi makes the remark:—You should know that foolish people are a hundredfold more averse to meeting the wise than the wise are indisposed for the company of the foolish.

Here are some quotes about politeness. I read the first one in an article in the Chronicle of Higher Education and that prompted me to share it and to look up some others.

Politeness is “a tacit agreement that people’s miserable defects, whether moral or intellectual, shall on either side be ignored and not made the subject of reproach.” - Arthur Schopenhauer

“Politeness makes one appear outwardly as they should be within.” - Jean de la Bruyere

“Whoever one is, and wherever one is, one is always in the wrong if one is rude.” - Maurice Baring

“Politeness is like a counter—an avowedly false coin, with which it is foolish to be stingy. A sensible man will be generous in the use of it.” - Arthur Schopenhauer

“Politeness is half good manners and half good lying.” - Mary Wilson Little

“In truth, politeness is artificial good humor, it covers the natural want of it, and ends by rendering habitual a substitute nearly equivalent to the real virtue.” - Thomas Jefferson

“Politeness is the art of choosing among your thoughts.” - Madame de Stael

“The test of good manners is to be patient with bad ones.” - Gabirol (Solomon ben Yehuda ibn Gabirol)

“One of the greatest victories you can gain over someone is to beat him at politeness.” - Josh Billings

“Politeness is to human nature what warmth is to wax.” - Arthur Schopenhauer

“I don’t think you want too much sincerity in society. It would be like an iron girder in a house of cards.” - W. Somerset Maugham

“Politeness is the most acceptable hypocrisy” - Ambrose Bierce

I end with an extended quote from chapter 3 of Schopenhauer’s Counsels and Maxims, a very interesting collection of observations and suggestions on living with your fellow man:

So if you have to live amongst men, you must allow everyone the right to exist in accordance with the character he has, whatever it turns out to be: and all you should strive to do is to make use of this character in such a way as its kind and nature permit, rather than to hope for any alteration in it, or to condemn it off-hand for what it is. This is the true sense of the maxim—Live and let live. That, however, is a task which is difficult in proportion as it is right; and he is a happy man who can once for all avoid having to do with a great many of his fellow creatures.

The art of putting up with people may be learned by practicing patience on inanimate objects, which, in virtue of some mechanical or general physical necessity, oppose a stubborn resistance to our freedom of action—a form of patience which is required every day. The patience thus gained may be applied to our dealings with men, by accustoming ourselves to regard their opposition, wherever we encounter it, as the inevitable outcome of their nature, which sets itself up against us in virtue of the same rigid law of necessity as governs the resistance of inanimate objects. To become indignant at their conduct is as foolish as to be angry with a stone because it rolls into your path. And with many people the wisest thing you can do, is to resolve to make use of those whom you cannot alter.

In March 2003 I started a little business offering genealogy research for people. It was fun and I was able to provide an excellent service to quite a few people, tracking the family trees of all but 2 people back to European royalty. While I still enjoy it and can do it for people, I haven’t had “business” in a couple years and have decided to discontinue the RoyaltyLinks website.

My blog is on this royaltylinks.com website, but it will soon be changing to a new URL and domain. I’ve already registered pfitzinger.net and will be using that for my blog and for most other resources I’ve provided on royaltylinks.com.

The URL for this blog will be changing to http://coffeeklatch.pfitzinger.net sometime this next week. Since the royaltylinks domain is registered until March 2008, I’ll just set the old blog URL to forward to the new URL. That should make the transition as clean as possible. If you normally get my RSS feed, you’ll have to change the feed URL, but otherwise it should be relatively painless.

If you have any problems making the switch or if you can’t find some resource you’ve been using, please let me know. Thanks.

Web 2.0, social networking, the social web… all different terms for the Internet phenomenon that is promoting greater interactivity and connectivity between people of similar interests. It’s also my term for what’s going on in Lake Tawakoni State Park in Texas. With SPIDERS!

Tonight on the way home from work I was listening to NPR’s All Things Considered and heard this story about spiders in a Texas state park. The spiders have teamed up to build a huge communal web that covers some very large trees and stretches for several hundred yards.

Instead of relying on what could be caught in their individual webs, these spiders have created what amounts to one gigantic web. The main trees in question form a curve around a pond which is a breeding ground for mosquitoes. They said that when you walked by these spiderwebs, you could hear this buzzing sound from the mosquitoes trapped in the webs. The spiders were eating so well that they weren’t getting to all the new mosquitoes getting caught in their webs.

Testimonial to the benefits of the Social Web!

Well, the first partial week of classes is over and I think I got just about everything caught up. We had three days of classes this week, which meant three days of partially staffing the Reference Desk. We’ll begin our evening desk hours Sunday night. Much of my week was scrambling to make tons of last-minute changes on the library website. Just an extra page here, a few links there… nothing ginormous (yes, that’s officially a word now–gotta love neologisms!) but the cumulative effect was that much of my free time was spent on website changes. That and getting everything ready at the Reference Desk for things like tracking our reference transactions (various types of interactions with people at the desk) and keeping statistics on which books in the Reference collection are getting used (we scan the barcodes in the books and reshelve them ourselves, so I had to get the interface ready for entering that data).

So things are going to start settling into a regular Fall routine this next week. Preliminary stuff is out of the way, we begin evening Ref. Desk hours next week, and we’ve got students using the library again. It’s always nice to have them back and see the library busy and being used!

On a personal note, my three boys all finished their first full week of school now. Things have started settling down for them, too, which is nice. They’re all at new schools and in regular public schools for the first time. Before this, it was either Christian schools or charter schools (which functioned almost like a poor man’s Christian school). Alaric’s in 8th grade now, Blaise is in 5th, and Camber is in 1st, and they’re all riding the bus to school. “The only thing that is constant is change.”

It’s funny how technological innovations eventually become commonplace and then forgotten. My six-year-old was doing his homework last night and had to write the first and last letters of things that were pictured on his worksheet. When he got to a typewriter he asked me what it was.

Isn’t that funny? He asked me what it was and when I looked at it, it was clearly a picture of a typewriter.

And then I found myself EXPLAINING to him how a typewriter works. My ten-year-old got into it then, asking if each letter hit at the same place, so I explained how the roller moves each time you hit a key.

Who’d have thought it?

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