Thursday, April 30, 2009

After a wordy post, a picturey post


This is where I've started working semi-regularly (Johannes Haag's office). The windows look out on a beer garden.




The local bank, with plastic shielding over its windows in preparation for riot day.




Word has it that the centerpoint for the rioters will be Mariannenplatz, which is 4 blocks away from us.




2 Euros gets you a scoop of cassis sorbet and a scoop of licorice ice-cream (shown here partially eaten). Absolutely amazing. I could eat 'Lakritz Eis' every day. And I might start doing just that.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Theological-political post

This is sort of a different (and more personal) topic than normal, and a lot longer, but I was stood up by one conversation partner and so spent an hour outside a cafe drinking a strawberry milkshake and thinking about God, so this is what's on my mind now (I'll be back to talking about riots in a couple days)...

A couple months ago, after deciding to convert, I decided what made most sense to me was to think of the process (and the result) as committing myself to wrestle with a certain set of texts and traditions. Making that commitment is less than committing myself to any particular beliefs (such as beliefs in the supernatural), but it does mean that I've set myself the task of thinking carefully about such things.

Since being here in Berlin, I've been reading Solomon Schechter's Aspects of Rabbinic Judaism. I like it a lot - it's super-clear, and gets right at a lot of topics I want to figure out. One of those topics is why Jews are bound by God's commands.

One answer Schechter talks about is that this stems from Jews' being subjects of God as king - moreover, as voluntary subjects. Since I don't think I'll ever be able to accept the existence of a human-like political entity who personally communicated with Moses, this idea of commands being binding because they were voluntarily accepted is very appealing. So long as we know there's voluntary acceptance of them, we can see how they're binding without having to assume (or deny) that they had a supernatural origin.

But this seems to contradict something else that, for me (being under Spinoza's influence), seems very important: the idea of God as the source of morality in some sense. The thing that's special about morality is that it's binding on everyone, whether they like it or not, and whether they assent to it or not. But if God can make commands that are binding regardless of assent (as moral commands are), then how is room left for commands that are binding because they're assented to?

For me, this is kind of pressing, because it seems pretty clear that not all the commandments that are central to Judaism are, or could be, universal moral truths (e.g. Saturday being the Sabbath). And I'd feel uncomfortable about converting if I thought that those commandments were binding for a completely different reason than the transparently moral commandments.

So here's what I'm thinking now: I want to hold onto the thought of God being the source of morality (since, for me, this is part of a conception of God that I can honestly accept), and the thought that voluntary choice has a role. Maybe the way to do this is to think of God's commandments coming in two types (both of equal importance): the determinate and the indeterminate type. A determinate commandment is one that is specific enough to shape your actions pretty directly (e.g. not killing, or not worshiping idols). But indeterminate commandments aren't themselves specific enough to shape your actions. Say, for instance, that one indeterminate commandment is "regularly set aside time in your life to reflect on your place in the world and your duties." With such a commandment doesn't tell you which times to set aside - it's just important that you pick one and stick with it. And this is where the voluntary choice comes in: the indeterminate commandment is binding whether you like it or not, but you ('you' perhaps being a community) get to choose which particular times to be bound to.

Of course, this means that if we're trying to understand all this in terms of moral duties, we have to find an indeterminate duty for each commandment that doesn't claim universality. And that probably won't work out in some cases, and then we'll either need some other story, or question its bindingness.

If anyone actually read all of that... you must be seriously procrastinating. But thanks!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Who knew?

So, it turns out that every year on May 1 (International Workers' Day) there's a 'traditional' riot in Kreuzberg (my neighborhood). Who knew?

Here's an article about the 2007 riots.

Apparently it's okay before the sun sets, and has been getting less wild every year, but Amy, Audrey and I are planning on spending the evening at home in our 6th floor (what the Germans calls '5th floor') apartment. My window has a pretty good view looking down the street, so we'll be able to see the excitement while hopefully being more than a 'stone's throw' from any action.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Dämlich

...means something like 'dim-witted'. Here's the weird thing: at least according to one of my conversation partners, it comes from 'Dame' ('lady' - not so far from English) but today has no sexist connotations. Are there any examples of words like this in English that have a transparent root in some prejudice, but which no longer sound sexist, racist etc.? I can't think of any...

Today is the first meeting of the Kant colloquium here - my first chance at really professionally dooming myself through my poor German skills.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

strength and weakness of will

I don't think I've ever had an experience that involved so many situations where I knew I should do something, but where I had to struggle to get myself to do it. It started with the big stuff: getting myself to apply for the grants to come here, accepting the DAAD grant, buying the ticket, and leaving the Brooklyn apartment for the airport.

Once I got here, it happened with almost everything I did: getting out of bed the first morning, leaving the apartment on my own the first time, buying food the first time, going to meet the conversation partners, going to buy a bike, going to check out the building where I'll be working, and (most recently) going to some place to pick up a ticket for "Lange Nacht der Opern und Theater" that I'm going to with another conversation partner and a couple of his friends.

With the last one, I wasn't completely sure if I'd found the right place, or even if I was supposed to go there to pick up the ticket, instead of somewhere else. So I actually spent a couple seconds in front of the door contemplating just getting on my bike and going home.

I guess it's just because I'm suddenly in a different setting, and so can't rely on my usual set of largely unconscious assumptions about how things work. It definitely reminds me of how I used to be terrified at the thought of calling someone I didn't know on the phone when I was, say, 10 years old. It wasn't really a matter of whether I not I knew what to expect. I did. It seemed to be more a matter whether that knowledge was already in the background of my mind in a way where I could effortlessly rely on it. And I think the same thing's true here.

(In case it sounded like it, none of this was meant in a 'fishing for sympathy' way. Life's pretty good. And tonight's theater-crawl should be awesome. I wish you were all here to join me for it!)

Friday, April 24, 2009

This, like, cool art thing

Before I came here, my vision of Berlin was mostly of mostly empty buildings with weird lighting, loud music and bizarre art shows. Tonight, along with a couple of my conversation partners, I went to this mostly empty building, that had weird lighting, loud music, and an art show. There were some paintings and photographs up, and then a performance piece where some guy wearing only a dress made out of paper would yell "Stop me!" in heavily accented English, and then try to put an ink stamp on the wall. People (presumably just other audience members, though it's hard to be sure) would come up and try to hold him back from the wall. The dress slowly tore apart, and so got more and more revealing. It was... interesting. It felt kind of effective, though I have no idea what the effect was supposed to be.

So yeah. Now I'm all hip and stuff.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Rote Grütze

...is a dessert I had last night at a cafe in Prenzlauer Berg (I was hanging out with Jacob Rosen - good times). It's a sort of syrupy mixture of berries, with some wine cooked in, I think. Fairly tart. The cafe served it in a glass topped with ice cream and whipped cream. It was really good. Just so you all know.

In general, things are going pretty well. It's now been 3.5 weeks since I left NY, and I'm still alive. An important part of staying alive, I've found, is having a good sense for how different sorts of cobble-stone surfaces affect your bike. The little stones are fine. The more brick-sized stones are not. And the road up to the bridge over the Spree just north of the main Humboldt building is made out of the brick-sized stones. I haven't yet figured out what the best way to over them is. Going slow seems safer, but feels extra wobbly, so I'm not sure if zooming over them is the best way to go.

Some words involving 'ent-':

  • eine Ente - a duck

  • entstehen - to arise, develop

  • entsprechen - to correspond to

  • entsagen - to renounce

  • entlarven - to unmask, expose