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Back from the Southern Cone: UPDATED

We’re home again. LAN Flight 602 from Santiago, Chile, to LAX touched down at 6:45 this morning, and my wife and I were just about the first two off the plane, so eager were we to be back on familiar ground.

We were gone for three weeks, spending six days in Chile, four in Argentina, and the rest on an adventure cruise down to Antarctica. More about the trip later, but for now, I’m working on editing photos and reading about Super Tuesday. I hope to have pictures up on Flickr in the next few hours.

UPDATE #1: Photos from the Chilean portion of our trip are up, including many from our visit to the Chinchilla National Reserve.

UPDATE #2: Photos from Ushuaia, Argentina, and from Carcass and New Islands in the Falklands are here.

UPDATE #3: And almost 100 photos from the Antarctic cruise are now up in this album.

UPDATE #4: And a fourth and final batch of a few photos from Buenos Aires.

Home and photos up

We got home from the Philippines earlier this evening. Tomorrow, I’ll explain more about the “Kabbalah and Christianity” lecture series I gave in Makati this week, but for now, simply note that pictures are up. Here are some of mine, and here are some taken by Anna Ledesma, a student of Kabbalah in the Philippines.

Whispering in Dad’s ear…

While doing some last minute on-line shopping, I had a special visitor come and share his Christmas list with me. Dudley asked for craisins, walnuts, and lots of out time in the New Year. (And no, I’m not bare underneath the laptop, and yes, I am working in bed, in shameful contradiction of what I’ve advised before. Oh hypocrisy, thy name is…)

Christmas tree up

If there’s one aspect of Christmas that I am exceptionally passionate about, it’s the tree. Growing up in a secular household, the tree was Christmas. In my family, our trees are the subject of intense discussion and considerable effort.

Going back several generations, we’ve had the custom of including a wooden snow scene/Santa’s workshop at the base of each tree. Each of these is made to look like a large redwood trunk, and the decoration thereof takes as much time as the tree. This year, at long last, my wife and I got our own tree trunk, courtesy of my wood-working cousin Dean. And though I’d seen many snow scenes done in my childhood, it is only now — at my forty-first Christmas on this planet — that I find myself with one of my very own.

Pictures of the tree, the snow scene, and the Santa shop are up here. If you look at my eyes here, you can see how happy this makes me.

Caption contest

From a party on Sunday night.

Home and photos

We’re home following a very, very long drive down from Northern California. More tomorrow but for now, I’ve got some photos from Thanksgiving up in Flickr.

Some Israel photos…

… are up in my Flickr album.

Dudley being enchanting.

Impossible to be cuter.

Photo Pride on Flickr

I got this email from someone named Ceceilia, asking me to pass along the word, and I’m happy to do so here.

I’m a student activist and frequent reader, wondering if you would be willing to spread the word about a really, really important (really easy!) fundraiser on Flickr for The Point Foundation, which provides scholarships to marginalized LGBT student leaders. I’m a Point Scholar myself, and you can read my bio on the website at www.thepointfoundation.com. This foundation has been a true lifesaver for me, and though their financial help is really easy to quantify, the emotional support and mentoring relationships they have given me are valuable beyond words.

In an effort to support scholarships–there are 94 of us now!–The Point Foundation has partnered with Yahoo’s Worldwide Pride 2007 on Flickr, and for every photo that is uploaded to the group’s photo pool, Yahoo will donate $1 and up to $25,000. Thus, I’m asking you to help spread the word!!!! Every dollar counts! And god only knows how many pride photos are on Flickr!!!

Photos don’t necessarily need to be of pride (especially if participants aren’t queer or didn’t go to pride), but they just need to be representative of people who are proud to be LGBT or are proud of LGBT people. Further instructions are posted below.

1. Go to The Point Foundation website
2. Click on the Worldwide Pride 2007 (Yahoo) link
3. Create a Yahoo ID if you do not have one
4. Join the Worldwide Pride 2007 photo pool
5. Upload your photos
6. Create multiple Yahoo IDs
7. Go back to step one, wash, rinse and repeat!
8. Celebrate Pride!

Matthew Hubert pictures

Pictures of my new nephew here.

Rocky Shimon’s first pictures

Here, here, here. He’s our second son, and he’s doing amazingly well given that his early life was characterized by consistent mistreatment.

My brother and his wife just had a son (of the human kind) born tonight in England: Matthew Hubert Schwyzer-Howell. I am a very proud uncle (and chinnie papa).

New flickr photos…

… are up in this album. Most are from the Easter weekend at the Ranch. Here are peeps. Here I am with peeps, and here I am with my cool peep brother, and with my peep cousins. Peeps have gelatin; I ate no peeps. But I rejoiced in the knowledge that others were eating them.

Here, in blissful contradiction to my professed commitment to animal rights, is our family mascot, shot by my great-grandfather eighty years ago.

A few photos…

…are up at the Flickr account. I especially like this one from the bedroom balcony in our Paris hotel.

Home again, with some photos

We’re home from a long and happy trip that took us to Hong Kong, Macau, and Thailand; our first trip to East Asia, and a very interesting one. I’ll have at least a few pictures up in my Flickr account in the next day or two.

I blogged last month about my love of flying. That love was put to the test these past couple of weeks. As loyal patrons of British Airways, we flew to Asia — the long way: Los Angeles-London-Hong Kong and return, or 2/3rds of the way around the earth. Our just concluded homeward journey began in Bangkok; we flew BKK-HKG-LHR-LAX, landing a couple of hours ago after 25 hours of flight time and another eight to ten hours of “lounge time.”

Now that we’re home, the first priority, of course, is time with the chinnies. Then, eventually, to the sea of emails that need answering. And then, starting Monday, some good blogging. I can’t wait to get back to reading my regular blogs — I feel utterly out of touch with everyone, and can only hope that my readership will return.

UPDATE: Public pictures are up here. Friends and family can view a second, private album; email me if you want to be added to that category.

Waving, not saluting: more on Floyd Landis, the flag, and serving two masters

My hits have skyrocketed today after "reddit.com" and the Tour de France blog linked to my post this morning about Floyd Landis and the national anthem.  A reader sent me a link to this photo of Landis riding on the Champs Elysees carrying the American flag, asking if this action doesn’t contradict my point this morning about Floyd’s Mennonite principles.

Actually, carrying the flag on a bicycle and refusing to place the hand over the heart during the national anthem are both quite consistent with Mennonite principles.   To be a Mennonite, classically, is to believe that citizenship in the Kingdom trumps national allegiances.   In practice, that means refusing to swear oaths of obedience to any temporal authority; it means refusing to salute flags or to genuflect before earthly kings.  But there’s an important difference between saluting or pledging allegiance to the flag on the one hand, and waving it on the other!

One can be a radical Christian (a phrase many Mennonites apply to themselves) and love America!  It is one thing to love America, another to pledge solemn allegiance to it.  To wave the flag can be an expression of affection for one’s native land, akin to waving the banner of one’s university or favorite football team.  (I once had a very large Cal banner that I waved with great enthusiasm.)  Floyd Landis may be a Mennonite, but America is the nation of his birth — there is nothing in Anabaptist theology that suggests he can’t be fond of, even proud of, his country. 

When Italian football fans the world over waved the red, white, and green after their World Cup triumph, they did so to celebrate a sports victory that made them proud.  They did not do so to express any particular loyalty to the modern nation-state known as Italy.  (Many Italian-Americans who madly waved that flag — and there were lots of ‘em in Los Angeles two weeks ago — probably have never heard of Romano Prodi, the current prime minister. They had no intention of promising loyalty to his government.) Theirs was a celebration of cultural pride, not a promise of fealty or patriotic commitment.  Without knowing his mind, but knowing his upbringing, I am fairly sure that Landis carried the Stars and Stripes around Paris in that spirit.

Though I have left the Mennonite Church, I retain the Anabaptist commitment to refuse to swear loyalty to nation-states.  (I am a dual national with a UK passport, but with all respect to Elizabeth Regina, I am not her majesty’s subject.  "No king but Jesus"…)  When the national anthem is played at sporting events (and I go to lots of sporting events) I stand respectfully.  I don’t draw attention to myself by remaining sitting — that would be ostentatious.  I don’t put my hand over my heart, however, and I don’t sing.  When they say the pledge of allegiance at faculty senate meetings, I stand with my hands clasped; my head lowered, my lips closed.   I try to be as inconspicuous as possible, not wishing to give offense, but unwilling to pledge allegiance to anything other than Christ my king.   Only once have I been quietly asked by a colleague about my stance, and I gave her a simple and respectful answer which she accepted.

I have a sincere affection for this, the land of my birth, and I honor the lawful authorities who wield temporal power within it.  This is a country of great physical beauty, filled with people for whom I have an easy and genuine affection.  I will give my taxes to Caesar, obey his traffic laws, even vote in his elections.   It is possible to be a Christian and an American, but it is not possible to swear fealty to both Christ and Caesar unless one believes that the demands of each are always congruent.   Knowing that they aren’t always compatible, I choose to pledge loyalty only to the one I intend not to betray should conflict arise.