tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89976322024-03-06T22:49:37.532-08:00Along the PathwayDiscussions and articles about life, faith, and our spiritual journeys.Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-16924976036551509862015-03-13T07:44:00.000-07:002015-03-13T07:44:44.412-07:00All the Single Ladies: Equal Rites by Sir Terry Pratchett<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have been looking at this </span></span></i><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">stack </span></span></i><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> of books next to my laptop for several days now, putting off writing these reviews. With yesterday's passing of Sir Terry Pratchett, however, I have a new impetus. These certainly aren't the first Discworld books I've read, and definitely won't be the last. But for today, for this Cannonball, and for Sir Terry, I present these next three reviews in memorium.</span></span></i><br />
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<span id="btAsinTitle"> Everyone on Discworld knows that wizarding is passed on. It's a grand tradition that the eighth son of an eighth son will receive the magical potential of an aging wizard. This is known. And the wizards of Unseen University in Ankh-Morpork are nothing if not sticklers for tradition.</span><br />
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<span id="btAsinTitle">Imagine the consternation, then, when an aging wizard travels to the distant Ramtop Mountains and the village of Bad Ass to pass his magic to an eighth son just being born only to discover too late that this eighth son is a girl. To further complicate matters, the girl, Eskarina, grows up under the tutelage of Esme "Granny" Weatherwax who trains her in the finer arts of Witchery - which the wizards agree is fine for a woman, but it's not <i>real</i> magic.</span><br />
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<span id="btAsinTitle">Pick up <a href="http://amzn.com/0062225693" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">your copy</a> today. </span><br />
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Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-86829908994770955712015-02-25T09:53:00.000-08:002015-02-25T09:53:07.830-08:00Just a quick note, today.<br />
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I've been working on a new project for the last week or two, a wilderness survival website/blog <a href="http://www.howtosurviveinthewilderness.com/">www.howtosurviveinthewilderness.com</a> that's geared towards those with a love for the wilderness but no practical training in survival. My hope is that I can help prevent someone having a simple hike in the woods turn into a tragedy.<br />
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I'm excited about where I can see this going. I've got my first post up over there, and I'd appreciate you checking it out: <a href="http://www.howtosurviveinthewilderness.com/?p=19" target="_blank">Wilderness Survival Basics: A 4-Step Survival Strategy</a><br />
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<br />Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-45858840367974676362015-01-19T18:21:00.002-08:002015-01-19T18:23:45.219-08:00Just As You Wished<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-78396228021463737062013-02-05T14:23:00.004-08:002013-02-05T14:23:57.390-08:00I've Got Your Glass Slipper Right Here, Sister<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong> </strong><u>Cinderella's Secret Diary: Lost</u> by Ron Vitale<br />
<u>Cinderella's Secret Diary: Stolen</u> by Ron Vitale<br />
<strong>Stars</strong>: 3.5<br />
<strong>Recommended for</strong>: angst-ridden teens with a serious Prince Charming complex, people who like their fairies with a little more menace, and disaffected college students<br />
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Everybody knows the story, right? Girl is a virtual slave...wicked stepmother...ball...fairy godmother...glass slippers...happily ever after...yada, yada, yada. But what happens after the wedding? How happy can ever-after <br />
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This is precisely where the <u>Cinderella's Secret Diary</u> series picks up the story. It seems life hasn't been all roses and sunshine for our mouse-loving, pumpkin-riding princess. In fact, it turns out Prince Charming is something of a rat bastard, and his Royal Mother the Queen doesn't really take a shine to the commoner he's married. When Cinderella is unable to produce an heir in a timely fashion, things go from tolerable to acutely tense around the royal castle.<br />
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To escape her misery and the scrutiny of the royal household, Cinderella arranges for a trip to France in spite of the fact that their two countries are on the verge of war. She and her best friend/lady-in-waiting go to live in a magnificent chateau for the Summer, and of course there is the requisite romance. <br />
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Up to this point everything in the book has been fairly standard YA fare - better written that Twilight, certainly, but sticking pretty close to the script. During their sojourn in France, however, things take a turn. <br />
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Vitale re-imagines our heroine such that she is far removed from the clutches of the Disney Princess marketing machine. I'm going to avoid spoilers at all costs, but I can safely say that the magical world of which Cinderella has already had a small taste comes to bear on her life in a decidedly dark and dangerous way.<br />
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For the remainder of Lost and continuing into Stolen, this new world of Vitale's imagining engulfs Cinderella, changing her destiny and forcing her to mature beyond the girl sitting in the cinders and ashes.<br />
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I'm not a huge fan of the fantasy genre, and I'm certainly not the target market for YA book series, yet the Cinderella Diaries proved to be an enjoyable experience. I could see this being valuable for girls of a certain age; suggesting to them that the reality of life is rarely a fairy tale experience, and perhaps seeking personal growth and maturity should take precedence over finding their Prince Charming.<br />
Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-56591811232840947832012-01-23T13:58:00.000-08:002012-01-23T13:58:32.440-08:00I Believe the Children Are the Future: The Genesis of Shannara Trilogy by Terry Brooks<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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So what’s a Cannonballer who’s faced with an unexpected challenge to do? Well, if he’s at the library, he picks a book off the shelf at random - at least that’s what I did. Keeping my rules for book selection in mind, I tried to find a stand-alone book. I arrived at “Armageddon’s Children” by Terry Brooks. I looked carefully at the jacket - it seemed like everything pointed to this being a good choice. Take it home and let the reading begin.</div>
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Once Logan is underway on his task of finding the gypsy morph, we’re introduced to yet another Knight of the Word - Angel Perez - who is tasked with finding and protecting a group of Elves. Did I mention this world has Elves? The Elves must find magic stones with which they can save the Elvish nation and carry them to the stronghold which the gypsy morph will show them.<br />
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That’s right. I ended up reading a story that’s 1000 pages long, all so I could avoid Don Quixote because it was too long. The irony isn’t lost on me.<br />
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And it’s not that I’m sorry that I read the Genesis of Shannara Trilogy, it’s just that I wasn’t terribly moved by it. The story was engaging enough. The characters were better than one-dimensional. The plot twists weren’t completely predictable. Generally, it was a well--executed piece of fiction. Yet I still found the entire experience unsatisfying.<br />
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The entire Trilogy reads more like a fanboy origins story. Normally, I’m all about the origins story. I stuck with Smallville long after the series jumped the shark, because I’m fascinated by origins stories. Maybe it’s just that to care deeply about the origins of this story, one needs to be deeply immersed in the rest of the Shanarra universe.<br />
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I think, ultimately, I felt put out by being taken in by the marketing copy. Nowhere did the book warn me that I was starting a series of books. Clearly they knew. “Armageddon’s Children” just ends. There wasn’t any pretense of wrapping up some of the story lines. It was, quite literally, a cliffhanger. So why didn’t the copy clue the potential reader in to this very basic fact? I blame the marketing folks.Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-44155943226838297592012-01-04T09:31:00.000-08:002012-01-04T09:32:44.930-08:00Sex, Drugs, and a Brave New World<strong>Book: </strong><u>Brave New World</u>, Aldous Huxley<br />
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<strong>Recommended for</strong>: the 99%, tea party-ers, and disaffected college students<br />
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Maybe it’s just me, but I’m used to my imaginary futures being more dystopian. The fact that 99.9% of the inhabitants of Aldous Huxley’s future are, in fact, living in a true utopia strikes a strange tone. It’s a major chord resolution that nevertheless sounds discordant. My senses don’t really know what to do with it.<br />
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Huxley casts a future that has been given wholly over to industry and pleasure. Everyone is bred and conditioned from the time their egg is artificially fertilized to their last, drug-hazed breath to accept their place in life, to pursue their duty joyfully, to consume as much as possible, and to partake fully and guiltlessly of their pleasures. Any hint of negativity is washed away by prodigious use of the drug soma, which takes them on a peaceful holiday of the mind.<br />
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Of course, not everyone gets along well in this world, and this is where Huxley’s narrative kicks in. Members of the Alpha class, the highest caste in the government-controlled society, have the capacity for independent thought although they are highly conditioned to fit in to the rest of society. Despite their conditioning, some few individuals begin to find themselves dissatisfied with the current life and begin to act out in various ways. <br />
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One of these malcontents is Bernard Marx, an Alpha-plus whose angst begins, rather predictably really, in a poor self-image due to some physical failings uncommon in those of his caste - he’s somewhat short and scrawny. Because of his differences, he has less success in pursuing his pleasures, and so despite his conditioning becomes fixated on one particular woman. Finally convincing his much-sought-after prize to join him on a holiday into uncivilized territory, they encounter the expected savages and an unexpected, previously-civilized woman and her grown son. Their lives are changed forever, yada, yada, yada, and the book ends along a fairly predictable vector. (What, you think I’m going to spoil the book for you?)<br />
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What I’m left with as a reader are confusion and highly conflicting emotions. On the one hand, all the marketing hype on the back of every copy of the book I’ve seen talks about how Huxley’s vision is “terrifying” and “disturbing”. Frankly, I just don’t get that. Compared to say, Orwell, Huxley’s version of authoritarian regime is positively cuddly.<br />
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Huxley’s future seems, in fact, a hell of a lot like our present, minus the factories producing the next generations from a test tube. Rampant consumerism, check. Hedonism as a prime motivator for living, check. Dubious nature of any true free will, check. The primary difference seems to be that we haven’t abandoned some of the things that Huxley’s world cast away long before the events of the book: familial love, philosophy and religion, ideals of independence and self-governance.<br />
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All of this, given the similarities, makes me wonder whether Huxley has really cast his net that far. Granted, it was pretty radical for 1932 society, but in the end how brave or new is his world? Or was Huxley incredibly adept at anticipating the forces of change at work around him, letting him open for his readers a hazy window into our present day?Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-15641235985409284202011-12-27T15:39:00.001-08:002011-12-27T16:46:42.822-08:00#CBR4 List Selected<p>I've completed the final list of selections for the Cannonball Read 4. I feel good about it. It's fairly balanced, covers a breadth of genres and authors, includes works both classic and modern, includes fiction and nonfiction, and each of the books appeals to me in some way.</p><br /><table style='font-family:verdana; font-size:12pt; color:black;'> <tr> <td style="FONT-WEIGHT:Bold"> Title </td> <td style="FONT-WEIGHT:Bold"> Author </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Brave New World </td> <td> Aldous Huxley </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Tigana </td> <td> Guy Gavriel Kay </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Don Quixote </td> <td> Miguel de Cervantes </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Prince </td> <td> Niccolo Machiavelli </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Maltese Falcon </td> <td> Dashiell Hammett </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Unbroken </td> <td> Laura Hillenbrand </td> </tr> <tr> <td> State of Wonder </td> <td> Ann Patchett </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Lolita </td> <td> Vladimir Nabakov </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Ender's Game </td> <td> Orson Scott Card </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Spy Who Came In from the Cold </td> <td> John Le Carre </td> </tr> <tr> <td> A Wizard of Earthsea </td> <td> Ursula K. LeGuin </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Catch-22 </td> <td> Joseph Heller </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin </td> <td> Benjamin Franklin </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Season of Life: A Football Star, A Boy, A Journey to Manhood </td> <td> Jeffry Marx </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Volt </td> <td> Alan Heathcock </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Madame Bovary </td> <td> Gustave Flaubert </td> </tr> <tr> <td> 2001: A Space Odyssey </td> <td> Arthur C. Clarke </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Neverending Story </td> <td> Michael Ende </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Name of the Rose </td> <td> Umberto Eco </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Atlas Shrugged </td> <td> Ayn Rand </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Art of War </td> <td> Sun Tzu </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Night Circus </td> <td> Erin Morgenstern </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Catcher in the Rye </td> <td> J. D. Salinger </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Neuromancer </td> <td> William Gibson </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Slaughterhouse Five </td> <td> Kurt Vonnegut </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Heroes Die </td> <td> Matthew Woodring Stover </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Rumpole of the Bailey </td> <td> John Mortimer </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Someday This Will Be Funny </td> <td> Lynne Tillman </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Grapes of Wrath </td> <td> John Steinbeck </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Way of the Superior Man </td> <td> David Deida </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Cyrano de Bergerac </td> <td> Edmond Restand </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Eye of the Needle </td> <td> Ken Follet </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Anubis Gates </td> <td> Tim Powers </td> </tr> <tr> <td> On the Road </td> <td> Jack Kerouac </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Starship Troopers </td> <td> Robert Heinlein </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? </td> <td> Phillip K. Dick </td> </tr> <tr> <td> In Search of Lost Time </td> <td> Marcel Proust </td> </tr> <tr> <td> To The Lighthouse </td> <td> Virginia Woolf </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Gaudy Night </td> <td> Dorothy L. Sayers </td> </tr> <tr> <td> There but for the </td> <td> Ali Smith </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell </td> <td> Susanna Clarke </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Metamorphosis </td> <td> Franz Kafka </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Blood Meridian </td> <td> Cormac McCarthy </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Elantris </td> <td> Brandon Sanderson </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Marriage Plot </td> <td> Jeffrey Eugenides </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Daughter of Time </td> <td> Josephine Tey </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Fletch </td> <td> Gregory Mcdonald </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Sound and the Fury </td> <td> William Faulkner </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Ringworld </td> <td> Larry Niven </td> </tr> <tr> <td> The Day of the Jackal </td> <td> Frederick Forsyth </td> </tr> <tr> <td> Talion: Revenant </td> <td> Michael Stackpole </td> </tr> <tr> <td> For Whom the Bell Tolls </td> <td> Ernest Hemingway </td> </tr> </table>Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-55673766662659939212011-12-13T18:02:00.000-08:002011-12-27T16:27:48.047-08:00Where to Begin?Wow. I'm really intimidated by this Cannonball Read challenge. 52 books seems like a lot. Narrowing down to a list of 52 books seems just as harrowing.<br /><br />In order to make my task lighter, I thought I'd come up with some rules to help me craft my reading list for #CBR4.<br /><br /><ol><li>I'll select my list from some of the various lists of greatest novels found around the Internet. I'll try to limit these lists to some of the most respectable-seeming. That probably means I'll favor lists presented by a select few educated persons over a "vote for your favorite"-style list.<br /></li><li>No re-reads. If I've read a book already, it doesn't make the list.</li><li>On a related note, if I've seen the movie already, I can't include the book on the list. I may make exceptions here, though. For instance, I've seen Blade Runner, but I might still read <span style="font-style: italic;">Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep</span> because the link between the two is by all reports shaky.</li><li>On the other hand, I might consider doing a joint book/movie review if I've neither seen nor read either work.</li><li>CBR has a 100-page minimum for selections to count. I may need to add a maximum limit, too, if I'm going to get through all 52 books in a timely fashion. An 1000+ pager could throw my whole schedule into chaos.</li><li>??? I don't know. Do I need more? Maybe this covers it.</li></ol><p>Now. To the list!<br /></p>Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-80514807842187821582011-12-13T07:24:00.001-08:002011-12-27T16:28:24.259-08:00Coming Soon to this Blog: #CBR4Let me take a moment to announce that I have signed up to participate in Cannonball Read IV. CRB4 is a reading challenge sponsored by the folks over at <a href="http://www.pajiba.com/">Pajiba</a> a delightfully snarky movie and pop-culture review site that I frequent. My goal - the full Cannonball, read and review 52 books in one year.<br /><br />Seeing as how I have had a rather shaky track record on this blog, wish me luck. Maybe I'll finally get in the writing habit. :-)Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-51361741141885099512010-04-26T20:00:00.000-07:002010-04-26T21:13:42.806-07:00From Me, to You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5SDwLEY4k_NB85TFensm7G3loJlOYzwyBCo9UDqf_-_rh1G8Eqmlw8W0Dr858QyRB0WT26XugDsmSBXk7JuqDUqxiUcHhXL9zIRqIONS44hYA8JwqDatYDvZHexqoVkKcFZj/s1600/FromMeToYou.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5SDwLEY4k_NB85TFensm7G3loJlOYzwyBCo9UDqf_-_rh1G8Eqmlw8W0Dr858QyRB0WT26XugDsmSBXk7JuqDUqxiUcHhXL9zIRqIONS44hYA8JwqDatYDvZHexqoVkKcFZj/s320/FromMeToYou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464650589900269378" border="0" /></a>As some of you might already be well aware, my friend Frank honored me with a "From Me to You" award on <a href="http://fquick3-sometimes-i-think.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-mister-postman.html">his blog</a> back towards the end of March. Since I just saw Frank's post this evening, I'm a little belated in getting a response posted.<br /><br />The task as I understand it, is to deliver to you my patient reader a list of seven truths of an astounding, scandalous, and deeply personal nature. And if one is a rather dull, aging computer programmer with a bent for philosophical theology, one is at the very least to post a few tidbits that aren't likely to bore the reader, whose life is invariably far more interesting that one's own. Once this is accomplished, the award is to be passed to seven more bloggers who will in turn spin up even more truths for the blogosphere's enrichment. So here goes:<br /><br />1. My wife had a print of the attached image (a Picasso) in her home growing up. While not technically a truth about me, it is nonetheless interesting.<br /><br />2. I am rapidly approaching my 16th wedding anniversary, and no it doesn't seem that long at all. In fact it is incredibly sobering to think that I'm not somewhere around 16 or 17 years old still. Amazing that the aging process marches our bodies down a steady path, yet our minds remain to some extent youthful and timeless...or in my case, immature.<br /><br />3. I once walked a number of blocks of Hollywood Boulevard dressed as an ant. Yes there is a story...perhaps I'll tell you someday.<br /><br />4. One of my "bucket list" items is to develop my skills in stalking, camouflage, and invisibility to the point where I can approach and touch animals in the wild. This has everything to do with personal challenge, and nothing at all to do with picking dangerous animals. The prey animals (deer, rabbit, squirrel, etc.) tend to be hyper-vigilant and aware, and thus make a good high-water-mark for these skills.<br /><br />5. I am the oldest child and oldest grandchild on both sides of my family. My parents are both the oldest children. I'm not sure whether this is an advantage or disadvantage, really, but it is my place in life and within my family.<br /><br />6. I am the fourth generation of Southerland men to have served as a professional Christian minister. That said, I find my faith is currently in a state of flux, and I am loathe to answer the question, "What do you believe?"<br /><br />7. If I had the freedom to every day pursue any activity I wished, I would have a very difficult time choosing between all my interests. At the moment I have a number of books and articles I'd like to write, both fiction and nonfiction. There's at least one play I started writing and would like the chance to finish. I have a number of songs I've written and would like to record and perhaps sell to an artist. I would love to spend more time developing my musical talent via trumpet, guitar and voice. I have acted in dramas in the past and would welcome the opportunity to take the stage again. Then there is my love and growing involvement in primitive skills and wilderness survival, that could take me on a months - if not years- long trek into the wild areas of our continent and a radically different lifestyle of adventure. And if money were no object, I'd buy <a href="http://www.ussubmarines.com/">a submarine</a>.<br /><br />8. Since number 1 was arguably not a truth about myself, consider this a bonus to make up for it. Despite being a generally outgoing person, I have relatively few good friends. I get along with and enjoy the company of many fine people, yet there are only a handful of individuals that I can consider true, deep friends. There are perhaps a number of reasons for this. Most notably, I tend to divide my time between work and home, and there are few hours left at the end of the day and week for developing friendships. While I am friendly with many people, there are very few people whom I have found accepting enough to love me as I am without reservation. To those cherished friends I offer my sincere thanks for sharing my life.<br /><br />Now the hard part...7 people to carry the torch...Problem is, I don't follow that many blogs...<sigh><br />1. I, too, will drop the gauntlet at Manda's feet over at <a href="http://mcapan.blogspot.com/">About the Journey</a>. Maybe if enough of us do this she'll write again in 2010.<br />2. And seriously...that's all I have...I'm open to suggestions <shrugs><br /></sigh>Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-82963108009785972512009-11-03T18:55:00.000-08:002009-11-03T19:57:46.545-08:00FundamentalismThis has been banging around in my head for a couple weeks now, and I finally decided I'd let it out to play so that I could get some rest. Here goes...<br /><br />Since at least 9/11 (/2001, for my anal retentive readers), our culture has been saturated with the words fundamentalist and fundamentalism. Our oh-so-balanced-and-fair-and-not-alarmist-at-all-really media make sure that it is used a minimum of five times on every broadcast. (I'm pretty sure this FCC rule was passed as part of the Patriot Act.) Yet I posit that the common vernacular definition of this word is lacking in some key ways.<br /><br />Most people associate the word(s) in question with religion. This is, of course, partly accurate, but only partly. More pointedly, the average Western Joe/Joanne on the street will identify two religions specifically: Christianity and Islam. Again, this is understandable given the media bombardment we have undergone during the last eight years.<br /><br />There is something critically important missing in this understanding of fundamentalism. While there are significant examples of fundamentalism at work in the Christian and Muslim religions, we too often fail to acknowledge that fundamentalism is present - and indeed appears to be growing - in all World religions and cults. Even more critical, I see evidence that fundamentalism is growing at an alarming rate in every human ideology - religious or secular.<br /><br />So how would I define fundamentalism? Simply this:<br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fundamentalism </span>is the holding of a deeply held belief system to the extent that one's beliefs become absolutely exclusive of all other belief systems or points of view, and adherents to opposing belief systems present a clear and present danger to the vitality of one's own belief system.<br /><br />A <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fundamentalist </span>is one who holds their worldview in such a manner.<br /></blockquote>Some expansion on these definitions is in order, I think.<br /><br />First, deeply held beliefs are human and good. I'm not at all arguing against deeply held beliefs of all stripes. It's how we get by in life. We have to put together a worldview that lets us take our next breath, or we will spend our lives paralyzed.<br /><br />Most people adopt the worldview that their culture and significant authorities in their lives give them without much thought, and they do so primarily because they need the worldview to survive, and life is hard enough work without over thinking everything, anyway. Indeed, I would argue that most if not all worldviews are adopted emotionally first, and any rationality that is done to solidfy them is done after the fact, but that's really another topic for another time.<br /><br />So just having a deeply held belief system does not make one a fundamentalist. Speaking openly about one's belief system doesn't make one a fundamentalist. Choosing to live in a way consistent with one's belief system, through one's ethics, priorities, goals, expenditures of time and money, etc., does not make one a fundamentalist. Are we all clear on this point? It's time to stop labeling people who are merely religious as fundamentalists.<br /><br />So we turn to the second element of fundamentalism: absolute and exclusive belief in one's worldview. This believer says, "Your point of view can't possibly be right, because I know mine is." It is a place of profound hubris.<br /><br />This is the point most people - with our media makers at the helm - resort to using "fundamentalist" as a label. Arrogance, naturally, is offensive to those whom are deemed "outside" or "unenlightened", and often those so offended fight back with mockery, personal attacks, and the other weapons of modern political warfare.<br /><br />Furthermore, it is at this point that activists of all creeds and causes become the most vocal. Here, straw men are constructed and burned in effigy. Characters are assassinated. Innuendos and insinuations abound.<br /><br />And so, on both sides things take a turn. They get ugly. Shouting matches and, at times, physical violence rule the day. True fundamentalism waits in expectation just around the corner, waiting for an opportunity to seize the day.<br /><br />The lit match that begins the firestorm of Fundamentalism is a small shift of ideals. The true believer makes the leap from, "They can't be right," to, "They can't be allowed to continue!". Fear arrives in force. Fear grips the heart of the believer and they see clearly that their beloved worldview is facing the threat of extinction. "If my worldview is allowed to fall, then the entire universe will collapse into chaos. I cannot survive! We cannot let this happen!!"<br /><br />And the formula is complete:<br /><blockquote>beliefs + arrogance + fear = fundamentalism<br /></blockquote>Make no mistake, fundamentalism is neither isolated nor rare. Certainly there are Christian fundamentalists, Muslim fundamentalists, and fundamentalists of all religions. But there are also atheist fundamentalists, environmental fundamentalists, vegan fundamentalists (though that may be a redundancy), and many, many more. I would wager that every human belief system harbors the potential for, if not the actuality of, a fundamentalist camp within.<br /><br />So how do we guard ourselves and those we love from this pandemic? Sad to say, but there are some who may have already traveled too far down the road to fundamentalism. It usually takes a major seismic event in one's life to shake loose a fundamentalism that is that deeply seated.<br /><br />For the rest, there's a simple cure: humility. Recognize that an essential truth of our existence is our finiteness. We are limited by our bodies and minds; by time and space. We don't know it all. We really can't know it all.<br /><br />There always exist the possibility that our beliefs, no matter how well-founded we believe they are, may be missing vital information. And if that possibility exists, we must hold our beliefs lightly. We must be willing to listen to and learn from one another. We must be willing to honestly evaluate new information that comes our way against our existing beliefs and be courageous enough to let our beliefs change if it is clearly necessary. We must love others above and beyond our beliefs. It is the only way of peace.Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1856055843339924962007-10-21T12:40:00.000-07:002011-12-28T09:04:30.213-08:00Emergent: The Other White Church?So as I looked around at the crowd gathered for the Emergence 2007 conference I noticed a profound proliferation of Caucasian faces. It really hit me that, with a few greatly-valued exceptions, the Emergent conversation seems to be a phenomenon of white, middle and upper-class Americans and Europeans. Such an obvious fact made me wonder what exactly was going on here.<br /><br />Perhaps we should ask the larger question, is Postmodernism - to which Emergent is responding - a demographically isolated event? I've read in the literature that Postmodernism spans cultures, but I've seen very few examples of that multi-cultural experience inside Emergent. I see few African, Latino, or Asian examples of postmodern cultural change, but my expertise is limited to the media I've had available either print or video. This definitely will require more investigation to come up with satisfying answers.<br /><br />Many have lamented the segregation of the American evangelical church. Most commentators seem to cast their dispersions in the direction of persistent, latent racism that hasn't been addressed in the church. There may be some truth to this. I know that my own upbringing has left me with deep suspicions of others that seem to be rooted at a subconscious level, ignoring the deep friendships I've had with many people of other races.<br /><br />I wonder, however, if the issue of persistent segregation is more due to xenophobia rather than racism, per se. I find myself equally uncomfortable around unknown people who are different than me regardless of whether that difference is race, economic class, or education level. This is not the final word in my relationship with such people, as my reason and beliefs kick in and allow me to push through to really get to know the individuals I meet, but if I am honest I must admit that the initial xenophobia is more often than not my initial reaction.<br /><br />If we are left with a church culture segregated by such xenophobia, then the very real possibility exists that the entire postmodernity-fueled convulsion that is the Emergent conversation may not be meaningful at all in churches native to these other cultures. This is something we will definitely need to explore as we move forward.Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-85871035175529120492007-10-19T23:00:00.000-07:002007-10-21T13:25:29.622-07:00Emergence 2007 - Austin, TXI was fortunate enough to catch that one of the Emergence 2007 gatherings was going to be here in Austin a few weeks ago and signed up. The first session ended an hour or so ago, and I wanted to give a quick report of tonight's opening session and some comments on the experience.<br /><br />Tonight's session was centered around the discussion from the stage between four panelists and a moderator. The focus of tonight's discussions was theology in the Emergent movement.<br /><br />The discussion was carried out in the form of answers to several key questions. First was considered, "What is the Gospel?". Next was, "How do you view the Bible?" followed by, "What is your theory of atonement?" Several other questions were considered as well. (Fatigue is starting to set in, I'm afraid, so my recollections are starting to get a bit fuzzy....sorry.)<br /><br />One thing that stands out is my own answer to the question, "What is the Gospel?" as it is something that I've been considering at length for a while now. I believe the Gospel is the reality that we who are blind and deaf to the Creator and spiritual things can enter into a dynamic relationship with the Creator after the model of Jesus. I'm going to have to unpack this for you at a later date, but the implications of this are fairly radical.<br /><br />There were a couple of metaphors that occurred to me over the course of the evening about the various panelists and, correspondingly, all participants in the emergent discussion. The first is related to "how emergent" some individuals and groups are, which can be compared to a swimming pool. Some stand outside the pool because they fear the water. Some are willing to wade in, but they don't get off the steps so only their ankles get wet. Some get in a little deeper, perhaps up to their waist, while others jump into the deep end wholeheartedly.<br /><br />Each of these groups were roughly represented by the panelists tonight. Some were basically modernist in their beliefs with a heart for Postmoderns. Some sought to balance modernity with postmodernity, while others threw off all traces of modernity. The discussions, correspondingly, were at times tense as people's presuppositions created friction with others'.<br /><br />Another metaphor occurred to me while discussing the evening with a friend of mine after the session was adjourned. This particular metaphor concerned the paradigm shift between the modernist evangelical and the postmodernist emergent points of view and has its roots in my profession of computer programming. The modernist point of view is analogous to the structured programming model of the seventies and early eighties, while the emergent point of view is like the object-0riented programming model. For my non-techie readers I'll elaborate a bit.<br /><br />Structured programming was a major advancement from its predecessors. It provided a systematic way of isolating program behavior into discrete, independent methods. Object orientation (OO), however, seeks to model systems with the same entities found in the real world - that is, an object that has data and behavior in the real world is modeled as closely as possible in the program. OO is a more holistic approach to software systems, but it would not be possible without the structured techniques that undergird the object techniques. In the same way, emergent thought relies on the propositional nature of modernist evangelicalism.<br /><br />The evening was interesting, but not without frustrations. The most significant of which is the fact that a conference about the emergent conversation is essentially a large group of people sitting and watching an emergent conversation, but only participating by submitting questions. Hopefully tomorrow will allow for more interaction.<br /><br />That's all for now. I'm beat.<br /><br />His,<br /><br />NateNathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-48612125098950603042006-11-12T17:17:00.000-08:002006-11-12T17:29:10.424-08:00Walk Humbly with Your God...There's nothing quite like having your sorry, whining butt humbled. No sooner had I sent my previous post, than I was contacted by a recruiter I had worked with before about a new position. "In fact, he said, they want to do a phone interview this afternoon." (That's Monday, Oct. 30 for those of you who are tracking things on the score pad.)<br /><br />And so, I had a phone interview. It went well. In fact, it went really well. It ended with the programmer who was interviewing me saying he would contact the higher-ups to arrange a face-to-face interview the next day.<br /><br />I thought to myself, "Cool."<br /><br />The next morning, my recruiter friend called me back and said, "They want you to start on Monday, is that a problem?" I said, "No, Monday will be fine," and then just stood their shaking my head, grinning like an idiot.<br /><br />You know, at this point in my spiritual life, I should have known that God already had something working. Yet here I am, still quick to despair, still ready to get frustrated and angry at my circumstances. I'm really hoping that at some point I can get better at this whole faith thing.<br /><br />Until next time...<br /><br />His,<br /><br />NathanNathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1162234139508708402006-10-30T10:42:00.000-08:002006-11-12T14:34:35.635-08:00Trials Of Every Kind...<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Anyone else find it frustrating that we're encouraged to press in to God more when we're facing trials...precisely the time when it takes monumental effort to not abandon our connection to God altogether?</p> <p>I'm currently facing a job change that is neither expected nor welcome. I won't go in to the gory details, but I'm completely annoyed with the prospect of job hunting again. (Is there any possible way to make the process of getting a job MORE unpleasant?) Aside from the rather obvious worries about supporting a family who have a fairly bad habit of wanting a house in which to live and food to eat, there are the myriad more subtle doubts and fears that creep in during the night to gnaw on your soul. (How's that for a Halloween tie-in? ;-> )</p> <p>Top this with my always-on-my-mind midlife spiritual crisis, and it makes for a real fun day. <br/> :-P</p> <p>So how do we "consider it all joy"? Are these really the trials that Paul had in mind? Whatever happens, it's going to be interesting to see what lessons God has for me in all this.</p> <p>Until next time...<br/> </p> </div>Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1161016202570268862006-10-16T09:09:00.000-07:002006-11-12T14:34:35.553-08:00Resonance<p class="MsoNormal">I’m reading through Rob Bell’s <i style="">Velvet Elvis</i> and over and over again I’m struck by a deep resonance in my spirit with what he’s saying.<span style=""> </span>I’ve had this experience with a number of authors in my life. My first memory of it was reading some of the <i style="">Chronicles of Narnia</i> when I was twelve or thirteen, maybe younger. I can’t remember which book it is in (and I’m too lazy to go look it up), but there’s a scene in either <i style="">The Silver Chair</i> or <i style="">Voyage of the Dawn Treader</i> where Aslan is speaking to one the children who is about to leave Narnia for good, and the child is understandably upset by the fact that he can’t ever get back and won’t see Aslan or Narnia again. Aslan replies with something like, “I am there in your world, only you must come to know me by a different name.”<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And there it was—this incredible feeling of awe and peace that seemed to cause my spirit to vibrate from within. My breath caught in my throat. My eyes filled with tears, and all I could do was whisper out words of praise.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve experienced this feeling a number of times, and the enlightenment-trained modernist in me still tries to classify and define the experience. The best I can do is equate it somehow to Jesus’ statement that when He gave us the Holy Spirit that the Spirit would lead us into all truth. In some way I can’t quite explain, I believe this sensation is the Spirit within me confirming Truth as I encounter it.<o:p><br /></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Since I already hear people preparing a rebuttal, let me add that I am not saying we should abandon all reasoning and follow our feelings in some new-agey, the-truth-is-within-you subjectivism. What I am saying, is that I believe this experience is another spiritual gift that God has given us: a spiritual mechanism that is sensitive to the presence of truth and beauty. I’m grateful for its presence in my life, and I want to be sensitive to how the Spirit uses it to lead me as I journey.</p>Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1159839221122025812006-10-02T18:19:00.000-07:002006-11-12T14:34:35.460-08:00Pot-holed Parables: The DoorIf anyone recalls the Rocky & Bullwinkle cartoon series, they remember the bit called "Fractured Fairy-Tales". This is sorta like that...<br /><br />To what shall I compare the previous generation? It is like a man who all his life lives trapped in a building with no doors or windows. One day he happens across a door, and his heart rejoices. He leaps and dances for sheer joy of finding the door, and he shouts for all to come and see.<br /><br />Eventually a crowd grew around the door and the people would talk for hours about how wonderful the door is, and how their lives had changed now that they found the door. People wrote songs, essays, and books about the door, and regularly they would hear people teach about the door.<br /><br />And then one day a new man appeared whom no one had seen before. Everyone motioned him over to admire the door. He smiled and agreed that it was indeed fabulous to find a door after so long. And then the man did something that no one had done before. He opened the door, and walked through.<br /><br />A great cry arose from the crowd of people. They decried the actions of this new man; they claimed he had spoiled the door. But none of them followed the new man through the door.<br /><br />He who has ears to hear, hear.Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1159188987842702212006-09-25T05:42:00.000-07:002006-11-12T14:34:35.379-08:00His spirit was grieved...I don't think I ever quite understood statements like this from scripture before, but yesterday I think I finally experienced it for myself. My grieved spirit was the result of chasing a couple of links for books that ended up at the Amazon.com pages for books like <span style="font-style: italic;">Velvet Elvis</span>, by Rob Bell and <span style="font-style: italic;">Renovation of the Heart</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Divine Consipiracy</span>, by Dallas Willard.<br /><br />I am deeply saddened by the "reviews" so many people feel they have the right to post that do nothing better than assault the characters and personalities of these authors and fellow disciples. I guess at some level I knew that this would be inevitable as people began to explore discipleship to Jesus in a postmodern context. I have often made the statement that I believed I would be reviled as a heretic by those whose version of faith is thoroughly entrenched in modernism. But frankly, the reality is much more gruesome and depressing than I had anticipated.<br /><br />Of course it's high irony that those who cast doubt on the veracity of the faith of these and other esteemed authors, themselves ignore the simple message of 1 John: If any claims to know God, yet does not love, he deceives himself and the truth is not in him. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me.<br /><br />Until next time.<br /><br />His,<br /><br />NateNathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1144290132114437202006-04-05T19:18:00.000-07:002006-11-12T14:34:35.300-08:00April Already???Man, time flies.<br /><br />I've got so much I wanted to put on the website and discuss here. I'm struggling with finding a balance point in life between work, family, church, friends, marriage, parenting, downtime, and my spiritual life. This spiritual exercise (okay, let's face it, ALL spiritual exercises...and physical exercise, too) has taken serious neglect in the meantime.<br /><br />I can't promise frequent updates yet, but I can say for certain that I'm not abandoning the field. Keep checking back.Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1138162982306739502006-01-24T20:20:00.000-08:002006-11-12T14:34:35.210-08:00Sonnets, etc.New content on the website is now available. Just when you thought you couldn't get enough of the cheesy poetry...<br /><br />Check out the "<a href="http://home.austin.rr.com/southerlandhome/index_sonnet.htm">Sonnets (Sorta)</a>" page.Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1137815127077579462006-01-20T19:42:00.000-08:002006-11-12T14:34:35.131-08:00The Price of FreedomCheck out the new content on the <a href="http://www.alongthepathway.org">website</a>. In particular, see the poem <a href="http://home.austin.rr.com/southerlandhome/index_priceoffreedom.htm">The Price of Freedom</a>. I wrote this several years ago, but it still stirs something in me.Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1137073711924365912006-01-12T05:46:00.000-08:002006-11-12T14:34:35.041-08:00UpdateOk, so this hasn't been the most active blog, of late. I've been busy, OK? I mean with getting more involved in our church, adopting a son, changing jobs, visiting family, etc. it's been a rather distracting year. New things are coming soon, though, so check back here occasionally.Nathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8997632.post-1109046303849007592005-02-21T20:20:00.000-08:002006-11-12T14:34:34.950-08:00McClaren Article: The Three PostmodernismsHere's an interesting <a href="http://www.anewkindofchristian.com/archives/000071.html">article</a> by Brian McClaren, a pastor, fellow pilgrim, and leading author in emerging post-Evangelical church thought. I highly reccommend his books to you. They have been very helpful to me recenlty. Feel free to discuss.<br /><br />NDSNathan Southerlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03502953343053891143noreply@blogger.com0