Saturday, April 9, 2022

Ramadan 2022

 We're now beginning the second week of Ramadan and by now I should have posted the official schedule for Vermont as produced by our one official mosque, the Islamic Society of Vermont. I know I've made this point before, but it's funny how knowing that you successfully navigated fasting during the month makes it easier. I ran into another Muslim professor on campus the other day and we were discussing how easy - well, not easy, actually, but at least not difficult - fasting is when you've done it for several years. To be fair, he was born and raised a Muslim so his relationship to Ramadan in particular and the faith in general is going to be different than mine. Previously I've discussed how hard, lonely and isolating, Ramadan is for new converts. They have no memories of happy family times which would paint the entire experience in a lovely glow; rather, they have a lot of fasting and time on their hands, which is especially true if they are the only Muslim in their family or set of friends. My ex showed very little interest in what I was doing and why, although, to be fair, she wasn't truly dreadful about it either. Still, there was no attempt to try, even on a minimal level, to incorporate it into the family routine, which left me feeling isolated and almost guilty about the decision to convert. Of course, I would have fought to make it a bigger part of our lives, but I'm not particularly good at that, so some of this is clearly my own fault. My present GF, although not a Muslim, is actually very interested in the process, and even has given me Ramadan gifts, which is a lovely gesture.

I've settled into a gentle fast, getting up at 4:30 and finishing my eating and drinking by 5:30, and then breaking my fast at the scheduled time (right now around 7:30 p.m.). This will leave me a little short of the actual required time of fasting, especially as the month progresses. Truthfully, I don't care, because, well, it's enough. Plus, and more importantly, when we make this out to be a purely physical, bodily endeavor we miss the point of Ramadan. Classically, we hope to get three things out of Ramadan: 1) teach ourselves patience, 2) teach ourselves self control, and 3) and remind ourselves that there are people hungry in the world, who are hungry not by choice. The most enjoyable and meaningful part of experience every year is the Quranic study and the time of self-reflection and meditation. I usually try to include some other reading as well, and this year it's Seyyed Nasr's Man and Nature: The Spiritual Crisis of Modern Man.  It's funny, Muslims will get a little annoyed when someone from outside the faith characterizes Ramadan as the month when Muslims fast because they think it over-simplifies and essentially mischaracterizes what it is about. That said, we're all too often guilty of the same crime. Brothers will come up and ask you if you're fasting but I've never had one ask how your Quranic study was going. Some brothers, more than simply some, would criticize you if they figured out that you were not getting in every moment of required fasting, as if God somehow is counting the minutes and is angry with you for your shortcomings. My answer, although gentler than this, is something like: "Are you kidding me? Do you know who you're talking about? Do you think God is that small?"




Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Meditations #31

 Always think of the universe as one living organism, with a single substance and a single soul; and observe how all things are submitted to the single perceptivity of this one whole, all are moved by its single impulse, and all play their part in the causation of every event that happens. Remark the intricacy of the skein, the complexity of the web.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, Book Four


This has always been one of my favorite passages from the Meditations, and I suppose it is striking me as even more true and powerful as we're a few days into another Ramadan. Over the years I know I've proposed this several times, but we do such a disservice to Ramadan when we simply turn it into a physical act; that is, when we turn it into nothing more than fasting. Sadly, I suspect we do this because it is more easily quantified, and thus critiqued and judged. You will frequently have brothers ask you if you're fasting or if you got your hours of fasting in, but I can never remember a brother asking if I read the Qur'an or the Hadith or related works or if I was satisfied with the number of hours I spent in meditation and self-reflection. Again, my favorite part of Ramadan is the time I spent in the latter.  What strikes me more every year, and with every rereading of the Qur'an, is the "intricacy of the skein," as MA would have it.


Number 23

 My brother Eric tracked down this picture and sent it to my recently. Featured in the center is my father back in his college days, sporting his Phi Delta Theta intermural jersey.


Seriously, #23 looks like a dirty player.



Draft Day 2022

 Yes, it was time for the annual draft for the Irrational League, our fantasy baseball league which has now been around for around thirty years. Sadly, the league has now outlived two of its members (GB and BS of fond memory). The baseball strike ended unexpectedly so, on the previous trip to Florida, only two weeks ago, Jack and I started manically looking for flights to Cincinnati. They were all inconvenient and overly expensive, and then I found a much cheaper flight to Florida, so so off we were back to the land of sunshine to carry on the draft. We tried to set up a virtual draft but technological problems from both sides scuttled those plans, so we ended up drafting over the phone anyway. Still, you couldn't beat the company - and we managed to trip to Skyline after the draft anyway.


The laughs turned to tears after the draft.




Shrimp and Grits

 On the recent trip to Florida Janet discovered shrimp and grits. Seriously, why don't we have a First Watch restaurant up here in the #YankeeHellhole?

Anyway, she's looking awfully sassy.



Thursday, March 31, 2022

Film Noir

 It's funny that a person who has voted against Champlain's new Core curriculum at every step of the way would make such a deliberate and sustained effort to take advantage of said new curriculum - or maybe, more accurately, subvert said curriculum. In the fall semester I have, foolishly, four preps, covering subjects like: the Muqaddimah of Ibn Khaldun; the Chinese novel Journey to the West; the Bedouin of the Wadi Rum (forming the core of a travel course); and a third year course on Japanese film noir.


Don't blame me, blame the Criterion Channel. It wasn't that long ago that I didn't know how fascinating Japanese film noir is.


FLA

 OK, so this is definitely not the #YankeeHellhole. A couple years ago I set myself the goal of spending more time with my oldest friend Jack and his wife Julie. It doesn't hurt that they live in Florida, which is a perfectly lovely place to spend time during the winter in VT - and maybe even more so during the wretched Mud Season (more on that later).



It's hard to believe that my ex-wife Brenda and I introduced the crazy kids to each other almost forty years ago. Like so many of the women in my life, Juju is obviously a shirt thief.