Saturday, January 25, 2014

conservatism, same-sex marriage, and small government

"I like you guys who want to reduce the size of government - make it just small enough to fit inside your bedroom."   Joshua Lyman, The West Wing, Season 2, episode 6

Conservatives love saying they want smaller government. Take this line from the mission statement of the National Review:


It is the job of centralized government (in peacetime) to protect its citizens’ lives, liberty and property. All other activities of government tend to diminish freedom and hamper progress. The growth of government (the dominant social feature of this century) must be fought relentlessly. 

I like this idea. But I'm afraid conservatives don't take their own mantra seriously enough. William F. Buckley's idea that the government's sole job is to protect lives, freedom and property, is a modern refrain of a much older idea, perhaps best put to words by John Stuart Mill: 
the sole end for which mankind are warranted, individually or collectively in interfering with the liberty of action of any of their number, is self-protection. That the only purpose for which power can be rightfully exercised over any member of a civilized community, against his will, is to prevent harm to others. His own good, either physical or moral, is not a sufficient warrant. He cannot rightfully be compelled to do or forbear because it will be better for him to do so, because it will make him happier, because, in the opinions of others, to do so would be wise, or even right. These are good reasons for remonstrating with him, or reasoning with him, or persuading him, or entreating him, but not for compelling him, or visiting him with any evil, in case he do otherwise. To justify that, the conduct from which it is desired to deter him must be calculated to produce evil to some one else. The only part of the conduct of any one, for which he is amenable to society, is that which concerns others. In the part which merely concerns himself, his independence is, of right, absolute. Over himself, over his own body and mind, the individual is sovereign. (Mill, On Liberty)(emphasis added). 
The idea here is called the harm principle. Basically, don't restrain me except to protect others, and my own virtuous or not-so-virtuous lifestyle is not your concern. Conservative friends, how does this idea affect your views on same-sex marriage?

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

A Few Of My Favorite Things

1. The crunch of snow under my tires.
2. My coworker reluctantly requesting my help with something after trying everything else.
3. J's hand in mine.
4. Completing someone else's thought.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

A Medley of Delightful Mistakes


 4 January 2014


Drove down a steep, narrow ramp into a tiny parking garage. Haggled with the garage rep over the price. I said it was too high, that I was leaving. Rep shrugs, walks away. I realize I don't know how to back up and leave, so I call him back and say, okay I'll take it. Called my bluff. Well played, sir.

I met J at the Met (the museum, not the opera). We paused and defrosted for a bit.

Then we toured the world.

We explored the Americas, Egypt, India, the Africas, Indonesia, China, and Europe. I saw a crossbow I liked. I think she saw some shoes she liked. We walked slowly, we walked in circles. I learned that the name "Leonardo" etched onto an Egyptian tomb is not the name of the builder or excavator but a 19th century graffiti artist. Well played, sir.

The rest of the day was strange. Ended up taking her to a movie theater I did not know existed. We went to watch a movie we could not finish watching, and I learned that I still suffer from motion sickness. Then we went for a lunch at a restaurant that wasn't serving lunch. We had breakfast instead. But J liked her omelette, and I mostly liked my salmon sandwich. Then we conversed. Every thing I learn about J intrigues me.

I decide to drive her home to make up for lunch and the movie, and we hit traffic. (J later informed me a small plane landed on the highway. I swear, the world was conspiring to ruin our date.) But J is a deft guide, and showed me the way home along the scenic route.

I told her I enjoyed the day. Then either five seconds or years passed and then she replied that she enjoyed the day, too. We hugged good night.

Then I pulled out my car, and there was no traffic on the ride going back home.