A Saint, Genesis, Animals, Me and Being Human

Today’s Tuesday of the Fifth Week in Ordinary Time.

It’s also Saint Apollonia’s feast day.

She’s one of several folks killed in 249, during an Alexandrian effort to stamp out Christian influences. Emperor Decius put imperial clout behind such efforts, and that’s another topic.

St. Apollonia isn’t on my diocesan or national liturgical calendar. Not that I’ve seen, at any rate.

That’s not, or shouldn’t be, a big surprise. The Catholic Church is literally catholic, καθολικός, katholikos, universal. Some things we do, like reading the Bible, are universal. Some aspects of our worship are regional or local.1 (September 30, 2018)

I figure devotion to St. Apollonia hasn’t been part of my place and time’s life. Which is okay.

Today’s reading — right! That’s what got me started.

The first reading is Genesis 1:202:4a. Let’s see what’s there.

It starts with living creatures, and birds flying under the “dome of the sky.” And no, I do not see a conflict between Sumerian poetry, being Catholic and NASA.

Moving on.

“God created the great sea monsters and all kinds of crawling living creatures with which the water teems, and all kinds of winged birds. God saw that it was good,
“and God blessed them, saying: Be fertile, multiply, and fill the water of the seas; and let the birds multiply on the earth.”
(Genesis 1:2122)

Okay. That’s familiar enough. God created critters and wants them to “multiply on the earth.”

(Optionally) Rational Animals

Skipping ahead:

“God created mankind in his image;
in the image of God he created them;
male and female he created them.
“God blessed them and God said to them: Be fertile and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it. Have dominion over the fish of the sea, the birds of the air, and all the living things that crawl on the earth.”
(Genesis1:2728)

I’ve talked about God, Genesis and getting a grip fairly often.

But maybe a recap won’t hurt.

I noticed that God told assorted critters and humanity to “be fertile and multiply.”

If it was just ‘me and the Bible,’ I might question that my perception that God didn’t make a horrible mistake by creating the visible world.

After all, I grew up in an era just simply drenched in Satanic science and socialist influences. According to rabid radio preachers, and that’s yet another topic. Topics.

But I became a Catholic, so I’m obliged to think that God doesn’t make junk.

And that humans are rational animals. We’ve also got free will. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1730, 1951)

I figure that using my brain, thinking, takes more effort than following whatever impulse pops into my head. But I also figure that thinking before I act is a good idea.

I’ve talked about this before. Often.

Wait! — Animals?!

I’m human, so thinking is an option. I can decide what I do. So can angels, but I’m not an angel and never will be. I’m a spiritual being with a body made from the stuff of this world. (Catechism, 311, 325348, 1704, 17301731)

I don’t have a problem with that.

Even if I did, it wouldn’t matter. And that’s yet again another topic.

Okay. Humanity is made in the image of God — something obviously went wrong. But the problem isn’t having bodies. God makes us, and this universe, and God doesn’t make junk. (Genesis 1:31; Catechism, 31, 299, 355)

The problem is consequences of a really bad decision. We call it “original sin.”

The Catholic view of original sin is that we’re still made “in the divine image.” We started out in harmony with ourselves, with the world, and with God: but that harmony is broken. (Genesis 1:27, Genesis 3:53:13)

Human nature has been wounded: but not corrupted. (Catechism, 31, 299, 355361, 374379, 398, 400406, 405, 17011707, 1949)

I’ve talked about that before. Rather often:


1 Worship, Calendars, Saints and history:

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Couney’s Baby Incubators vs. the Progressive Era


(Babies under glass at the Alaska-Yukon-Pacific-Exposition, Seattle, Washington. (1909))

Martin A. Couney was not your typical Progressive Era American doctor.

For one thing, Couney may not have been an officially-approved doctor.

He said that he’d studied under Dr Pierre-Constant Budin. Maybe he had. But if so, he’d have been very young when he did.

Couney revised his origin story rather often. That, changing his name at least once, and at-best-sparse documentation makes sorting out his history challenging.

Here’s what we know and can reasonably guess about his story.

Martin A. Couney was born in Poland, and named Michael Cohen.

Ideally, his name wouldn’t have been a problem.

But — I keep saying this — we don’t live in an ideal world.

Efficiency, Eugenics, and Me

A Jew with an obviously-Jewish name might know enough of European and Euro-American culture and history to desire a more conventionally gentile moniker.

Another point against Couney — by his era’s standards — was his attitude toward premature infants.

He thought keeping them alive made sense. This was in direct conflict with late Progressive Era eugenic ideals.

I think American Better Baby Contests and other efforts to standardize Americans and American life were well-intentioned. I also think that there’s more to life than efficiency.

'Lebensunwertes Leben,' Eugenics poster.And, being Lebensunwertes Leben, I’m none too keen on efforts to prevent people like me.

Which doesn’t mean that efficiency is a basically bad idea, or that curing disease and dealing with disabilities is wrong.

Then there was Christine Frederick’s quest to promote American prosperity by encouraging standardized kitchens and shoddy consumer goods.1 “Planned obsolescence” sounds so much nicer.

Designing kitchens that work makes sense to me.

So does standardization: as a general principle. In practice — I married a woman who is five-foot-nothing. I don’t think she married me because I can (usually) reach standardized kitchen cabinets, and that’s another topic.

Not Doing Today What Can be Done Tomorrow

Eugenics law historical marker, Indiana.All that, or most of it, is worth more research and writing than I’m giving myself time for.

Maybe I’ll get back to Couney’s groundbreaking notion of using egg incubator tech to keep babies from dying.

And why I don’t entirely agree with Frederick’s idea that the good old-fashioned ‘buy, break, buy and break again’ philosophy.

But if I do, I’ll be doing it during another day.

A tip of the hat, by the way, to number-one daughter — when online, she mostly uses the name Brigid — for showing me this ‘sideshow baby incubator’ video:

And, finally, the usual list of related(?) stuff:


1 A little history:

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Pentheus, Pwyll and Pan Twardowski: Fairly Faustian


(Marguerite’s garden in Gounod’s “Faust,” set design by Édouard Desplechin. (1859))

Christopher Marlowe based his “Dr. Faustus” on Germany’s Faust legend, which was in turn inspired by Johann Georg Faust’s reputation.

And on J. G. Faust’s abrupt death in 1520, give or take a few decades.

Someone or something wrung Faust’s neck. Or he didn’t survive an alchemical laboratory explosion. Stories agree that he died abruptly, but vary on details.

J. G. Faust had been a Renaissance con man of sorts, presenting himself as an alchemist, astrologer and magician. His reputation grew after his unpleasant death, inspiring a slew of chapbooks, plays, operas, ballets and video games.

Gounod’s “Faust” was an early Faustian opera, and I’m wandering off-topic.1

Or maybe not so much.


Faust’s Literary (?) Debut

Spies, a printer in Frankfurt, published “Historia von D. Johann Fausten…” in 1587.

Its Brobdingnagian title, translated into English, runs to 70 words and tells the whole ‘Faust’ story.

We don’t write stuff quite like that any more, which may explain why academics haven’t agreed on whether the chapbook is literature, trash or something else.

As far as we know, “Historia von” and so forth put “Johann Fausten” on the literary map. It’s a tale of “…the renowned sorcerer and black magician…” who sold his soul to the devil. And therefore is “…a sincere warning to all the arrogant, curious and ungodly.”2

“Black magician?”

Maybe that needs explaining.

Bear in mind that “Historia” etc. was written in 16th century German.

J. G. Faust, the Renaissance con man whose life inspired the Faust legend, was almost certainly German. Or northwestern European, at any rate.

Back in Germany, in 1587, calling someone a [redacted] magician didn’t have the meaning my culture’s self-appointed guardians might assume.

Let’s see if I can fix this affront to contemporary mores.

A more politically-correct translation might be “misunderstood magician,” or maybe even “fascist” or “oppressed” magician, depending on whether Faust is in or out of favor at the moment.

AKA Faust?

From the 'Faust' collection, central library, German Classic, National Research and Memorial Sites, Weimar.
(From Jürgen Ludwig, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Would you buy an elixir from this man? J. G. Faust, as imagined in 1726.)

Speaking of names, I’m not convinced that “Faust” was the alleged alchemist, astrologer and magician’s original name.

My Latin’s rusty, at best, but seems to me that “faustus” means “good luck” or “lucky” in Latin. Maybe Herr Faust had a surname ironically suited to his profession and legend.

Or maybe it’s a name he used to make his job easier. “Faust” is also German for “fist,” but never mind that.


Faustian Origins


(From Ken Eckert, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(The Huntington Library’s “Faustus” manuscript: Ken Eckert’s photo.)

I’ve heard that there are three, 20, 36 and seven basic stories: archetypes expressed in everything from “Hamlet” to “Watership Down.” Or maybe just one.

I’m not sure which or whose story archetype model has academia’s current approval. Or whether any are generally accepted.

A fair number of well-known stories fit Christopher Booker’s seven archetypes:3

  • Overcoming the Monster
    • “Dracula,” Bram Stoker
  • Rags to Riches
    • “David Copperfield,” Charles Dickens
  • The Quest
    • “The Lord Of The Rings,” J. R. R. Tolkien
  • Voyage and Return
    • Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,” Lewis Carroll
  • Comedy
    • “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” William Shakespeare
  • Tragedy
    • “The Picture of Dorian Gray,” Oscar Wilde
  • Rebirth
    • “A Christmas Carol,” Charles Dickens

Scott Adam's 'Dilbert' strip: Dogbert's Good News Show. ('We'll all die!')Booker’s ‘archetypes’ book came out in 2007. I’m not sure why he left an eighth archetype out: “Everything’s Hopeless and We’ll All Die.”

Maybe fashionable melancholy is going out of vogue. If so, it’s about time. And another topic. (October 22, 2017)

In Booker’s seven-point breakdown, Marlowe’s “Dr. Faustus” would be a tragedy: the story of a hero with a serious glitch.

Anyway, England’s Christopher Marlowe didn’t make up the “Faust” story. It was maybe a century old by the time his “Dr. Faustus” first hit the boards.

‘Pact with a devil’ tales are older. And, maybe, have very deep roots.

Pan Twardowski: Faust Legend Knockoff, or Maybe Inspiration

Michał Elwiro Andriolli's Pan Twardowski and the devil. (1895)I haven’t confirmed it, but I’m guessing that German “Faust” folklore and chapbooks thrived because J. G. Faust was a close match to none-too-discrete folks in even older tales.

I’m also pretty sure that Germans weren’t the only folks with Faustian folktales.

Pan Twardowski, for example, looks like an adaptation of the Faust story.

Pan Twardowski’s basic plot is pretty much the same as the Germanic Faust’s.

P.T. makes a deal with the devil, enjoys fame and fortune, and comes to a bad end.

Since the Pan Twardowski tales we have say he’s a 16th century Polish noble, they look like Faust legend knockoffs.4 But my language, English, is a Germanic language: so maybe my sources don’t go deep enough into Polish tradition.

I’ll get back to ‘pact with a devil’ stories, after looking at two other chaps who really should have known better.

Pwyll, Rhiannon’s Hasty Husband

Then there’s Pwyll, Pendefig Dyfed; often translated Pwyll, Prince of Dyfed. Maybe it’d be more accurate to say Pwyll, Noble of Dyfed. Then again, maybe not.

At any rate, Pwyll was a VIP in Dyfed and Rhiannon’s husband. Maybe “consort” would be more accurate.

This is a Welsh tale, set in a culture with its own rules.

Briefly, Rhiannon is smart, Pwyll is generous, and they’re both at a feast when Gwawl — I’m not sure who he is — asks Pwyll for a favor. Pwyll’s response boils down to ‘sure, anything I can do.’

Gwawl says ‘I want Rhiannon,’ and the conversation goes downhill from there.

Rhiannon being from Annwn didn’t help.

Annwn, Tír na nÓg, Mag Mell and Emain Ablach — are cans of worms I’ll leave for another day. The same goes for Tech Duinn.

The point I’m groping for is that Pwyll was deeply involved with someone from an otherworld, and not exercising sufficient prudence.

Pwyll’s story, the versions we have of it, may have been influenced by post-Christian contact scribes. Or garbled. Ongoing academic arguments over what the ‘real’ Mabinogion was like may never be settled.

Then there are post-Enlightenment efforts to reanimate Druidism, and I’m skidding off-topic again.5

I’m pretty sure that most cultures have stories about someone who lacked street smarts when it came to otherworldly powers.

Dionysus, Pentheus and All That

Walls of Troy, millennia after the Trojan War.I’m guessing that the Faust legend’s roots go back at least to Mycenaean Greece.

That’s the Aegean civilization that came just before Plato and company.

Think of them as the Ancient Greece for Ancient Greeks.

We don’t know much about them, thanks partly to the Late Bronze Age collapse. We lost a great many records in that incident, whatever it was.

I was going somewhere with this. Marlowe. Faustian opera. The Mabinogion. Right.

Dionysus is mainly known as the Greek god of wine, intoxication and insanity.

His story probably goes back to Zagreus and pre-Mycenaean cultures.

The little we know about pre-Mycenaean cultures is not even close to being internally consistent. No surprises there, since some of the fragmented narratives we have may predate Sargon by several millennia.

Pentheus, king of Thebes, reminds me of Marlowe’s Dr. Faustus. Sort of. They’re both a trifle clueless when it comes to dealing with otherworld persons.

Dionysus wasn’t, back in the day, just the god of wine and lethal benders. Among other things, the stories have him taking long excursions, disguised as a human.

Sometimes he’d help folks out, teaching them how make wine.6

Other times: well, there was that Pentheus incident.

Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time??

Antonio Tempesta's 'The Death of Pentheus.' (ca. 1606)Pentheus, king of Thebes — don’t bother trying to remember these names — thought that destroying Dionysian temples and killing the worshipers was a good idea.

Why, I don’t know.

Meanwhile, a stranger had arrived in Thebes.

Figuring the stranger was a Dionysian, Pentheus put him in prison.

Tried to put him, that is. Chains wouldn’t stay chained and doors wouldn’t close properly.

Then the stranger suggested that Pentheus dress as a woman and go see what Theban gals were up to when they went out in the woods.

Pentheus — I mentioned he was clueless, right? — thought this was a good idea.

Long story short, the stranger and Pentheus arrive during Dionysian rites.

The stranger wasn’t a Dionysian follower.

He was Dionysus. Obviously, I figure, to everyone but Pentheus.

And Dionysus was not pleased with the Theban king’s anti-Dionysian policy.

Dionysian rites being what they were, the gals were unhinged.

They spotted Pentheus, misidentifying him as a wild animal.

Pentheus was promptly deboned.

We know the Pentheus story mainly because Euripides wrote “The Bacchae,” a play that’s currently in favor among academics.7

A tip of the hat to number-one daughter, for pointing out the Faust-Pwyll-Pentheus connection. Which may or may not eventually get traction in academia.

Demons, Deals and European Folklore

Louis-Léopold Boilly's 'Tartini's Dream.' (1824)
(From Louis-Léopold Boilly, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Louis-Léopold Boilly’s “Tartini’s Dream.” (1824))

Tales about Satan and devils in general abound in my culture: from Robert Johnson’s legendary deal and Tartini’s inspiration, back to stories about St. Theophilus of Adana and St. Cyprian of Antioch.

Sts Theophilus the Penitent and Cyprian of Antioch: Faust Prototypes?

'Legend of the monk Theophilus.' (before 1528)Theophilus was an archdeacon who turned down an offer to be bishop.

Then the regrettable piece of work who became bishop fired him.

Theophilus, the story goes, asked Satan for help, and got it.

Along with the Bishop’s job. In exchange, as usual, for his soul.

Then, smitten by buyer’s remorse, Theophilus changed his mind. He prayed for and got forgiveness: after a lengthy process. Some 14½ centuries later, we recognize Theophilus of Adana as a real historical figure, and a Saint.

“Buyer’s remorse?” Maybe that should be “seller’s remorse.” Moving on.

I see his ‘Satanic interval’ legend as European folklore. Mainly because the legend started with Eutychianus: who is known mainly for cashing in on T. of Adana’s fame by writing an unauthorized biography. Or maybe he really thought he’d been a witness.

Theophilus of Adana’s legendary Satanic deal may be an inspiration of “Faust” legends.

Or maybe St. Cyprian of Antioch’s life was where the Faust legend began.

Or maybe it wasn’t. Either way, Cyprian of Antioch was an alleged magician, repented and is now recognized as a Saint.

He and Justina lived about 17 centuries back, when Christianity was illegal in the Roman Empire. They were killed during Diocletian’s effort to protect his realm.

Ill-advised effort, I think: but I’m a Christian, so I would see it that way.

Maybe Diocletian didn’t realize that, aside from their refusal to recognize Caesars as gods, the Christian obligation to love their neighbors made them good citizens. And that’s yet another topic.

That’s also a lot of “maybes.” I figure that Marlowe’s “Dr Faustus” is based on a German chapbook, which told the story of a con man whose life fit pre-existing folklore. Probably.8

And that vaguely-Faustian cautionary tales were ancient in Homer’s day.


Taking Satan Seriously: But Not Too Seriously

Gustave Doré illustration for Canto XXXIV of Divine Comedy, Inferno, by Dante Alighieri; via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.
(From Gustave Doré, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Gustave Doré’s 1860s illustration for Dante’s “Divine Comedy,” “Inferno.” (ca. 1320))

Before I wrap up this installment in my Marlowe’s Faustus series, a few words about humans, angels and demons.

I’m a human. When I die, I won’t become an angel. I can’t.

We’re very different sorts of creatures.

Humans are creatures with intelligence and will, made of spirit and with physical bodies. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 355373, 1730)

Angels aren’t.

Angels are people, persons, in the sense that they have intelligence and will. They’re also spirits with no physical bodies. (Catechism, 328330)

Demons are angels who made a really bad decision. Satan, or the devil, is our name for the angel who decided that saying “no” to God made sense. (Catechism, 391395)

Like I said, a really bad decision.

I’ll be talking quite a bit about demons, Satan and Marlowe’s Mephistophilis. Necessarily, since the play is about Dr. Faustus’ demonic deal and its consequences.

But I also think C. S. Lewis made a good point:

“…There are two equal and opposite errors into which our race can fall about the devils. One is to disbelieve in their existence. The other is to believe, and to feel an excessive and unhealthy interest in them. They themselves are equally pleased by both errors and hail a materialist or a magician with the same delight….”
(“The Screwtape Letters,” Preface, C. S. Lewis (1942))

Posts that aren’t entirely unrelated to this one:


1 J. G. Faust and stuff inspired by his legend:

2 First post-Faust Faustian ‘Faust’ story:

3 Categorizing stories:

4 Meanwhile, in Poland:

5 European heritage:

6 Ancient civilizations, even more ancient tales:

7 Pentheus, king of Thebes, and a perilous stranger:

8 Comparatively recent folklore and people:

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Art Deco, a Style From Another Era

Detail: Timothy Pflueger's 450 Sutter in San Francisco, a twenty-six-floor Art Deco skyscraper on Union Square since 1929.I like Art Deco.

Partly because I see it as one of the 20th century’s better ideas.

One of the more upbeat ones, anyway.

“…During its heyday, Art Deco represented luxury, glamour, exuberance, and faith in social and technological progress….”
(Art Deco, Wikipedia)

Then we got Modernist architecture, hula hoops and the Sixties.

I’ve talked about that before.

“Folks who saw virtue in unquestioning devotion to established values didn’t like the 1960s. No institution, custom or belief seemed safe from scrutiny.

“Even the idea of progress — a cherished heirloom from the Age of Enlightenment — was challenged, disputed, and ultimately rejected.

“Visions of a technotopia, where our greatest challenge was deciding how to spend our leisure time, were fading….”
(“Homer, Hegel, History and Hope” (May 12, 2018))

Assuming that progress is inevitably progressive wasn’t and isn’t a good idea. Neither, I think, is assuming that we can’t learn. I put the usual links to more of my take on this and other topics at the end of this journal entry.

The photos show Timothy Pflueger’s 450 Sutter in San Francisco’s — lobby, I think. The first is from The Art Deco Society of California.

This next is from Harsch Investment Properties.

450 Sutter, San Francisco. From Harsch Investment Properties, used w/o permission.

I made a point of visiting 450 Sutter when I lived in San Francisco. What I remember wasn’t as shiny as these photos. Maybe they didn’t have all the lights on when I was there.

More:

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Social Media, Security and Assumptions

I logged in to my Twitter account yesterday.

It was the first time in months that I’d been able to log in.

I could spin my experience as Twitter, Big Media, the Pixie-Leprechaun Cabal or whoever suppressing The Truth.

But I won’t. I’m pretty sure it was a technical glitch somewhere. Or maybe operator error. I’ve noticed that I sometimes read ‘sign up’ as ‘log in.’ Particularly late at night.

I’d probably have been able to log in the next day, week or month, while I was awake. But since a (free) social media management service I use was still connected to my Twitter account, I didn’t try. I didn’t need to.

But there’s still the matter of Twitter disconnecting me. Again, I could spin it as a deliberate act aimed at me.

Which strikes me as unreasonable. Spontaneous logouts happen. I wouldn’t have remembered this one, if it wasn’t for being unable to log back in. Until yesterday.

Again, I do not think that Twitter was blocking me.

But some folks in my country have had their social media access restricted. Assuming that what I see in the news is accurate.

Still, it could be worse.1

Myanmar; Washington, D.C. — and Freedom


(From Reuters, via BBC News, used w/o permission.)
(“Protesters in Yangon received support from thousands of residents, who clapped on doorsteps”
(BBC News))

Myanmar coup: Internet shutdown as crowds protest against military
BBC News (February 6, 2021)

“…A near-total internet blackout is in effect with connectivity falling to 16% of ordinary levels, said the monitoring group NetBlocks Internet Observatory….

“…The internet shutdown happened hours after the military had blocked access to Twitter and Instagram to stop people mobilising for protests. Facebook had been banned a day earlier.

“Many users had evaded the restrictions on social media by using virtual private networks (VPNs) but the more general blackout severely disrupted that….”

I don’t know nearly enough about the situation in Myanmar — or Washington, D.C. — to have an informed opinion. Maybe what’s happening is a matter of national security in both places.

Or maybe it’s a matter of “national security” as the term was perceived in my youth. In one, or the other, or both.

Either way, I see this as a chance to talk about freedom of speech.

Which, for starters, I do not think means “free to agree with me.”

I’ve talked about freedom, freedom of expression, and why spitting venom is a bad idea before. And frequently.

I’ll put links to some of that at or near the end of this journal entry.

None of what I say will make sense, likely enough, if I don’t recap one or two basic points.

Love and Respect

I’m a Catholic.

Loving God and my neighbor comes with the territory. So does seeing everyone as my neighbor. No exceptions. (Matthew 5:4344, 22:3640; Mark 12:2831; Luke 6:31, 10:2537; Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1789, 1825 …)

Make that trying to love God and neighbor. And acting like I mean it.

Easy? No. But it’s still a good idea.

Again, love matters. So does truth. (Catechism. 90, 144, 150 …)

And freedom to seek truth won’t work if we don’t have mutual respect and freedom of speech.

I can’t make everyone act nice. Even if I could, that wouldn’t be a good idea. And that’s another topic.

But showing respect for others, and acting as if I value their freedom to express ideas? That’s something I can do. Or try doing, at least.

There’s more to say about loving neighbors, using freedom responsibly and seeking truth. A lot more, including what two popes wrote:

I think this is a good-enough summary for today:

“…Moreover, man has a natural right to be respected. … He has a right to freedom in investigating the truth, and—within the limits of the moral order and the common good—to freedom of speech and publication, and to freedom to pursue whatever profession he may choose. He has the right, also, to be accurately informed about public events….”
(“Pacem in Terris,” 12, Pope Saint John XXIII (April, 11 1963))


When NASA ‘Went Black’


(From AllenMcC., via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Two-dimensional illustration of an Alcubierre metric tensor.)

It’s been just shy of eight years since I missed another opportunity to panic.

March 18, 2013. I’d been looking through NASA’s discussions of ‘next generation’ and ‘beyond next generation’ propulsion technology.

Two documents caught my eye:

My habits include downloading information for later study.

Usually it’s not necessary. This time it was.

March 19, 2013. I went back to the NASA website.

NASA wasn’t there. Apart from a few polite statements that data was not available.

NASA had gone black.

Classic Science Fiction Thriller (or) Another SNAFU

I’ve read enough stories to recognize a classic science fiction thriller plot.

But I was pretty sure that folks at NASA hadn’t inadvertently leaked Top Secret Stardrive Documents. Cool as that might have been.

As it turns out, someone had hacked into United States government databases.

Information Technology folks couldn’t tell exactly how much had been accessed.

Someone higher in the administrative food chain realized that at least some of the compromised data shouldn’t be shared with everyone. And so the whole NASA website went offline. Along with other U.S. government sites.

The technology SNAFU was resolved, time passed and now the incident isn’t even a blip on the Internet. More accurately, I didn’t find references to it. Apart from what what I’d shared in the Blogger iteration of “A Catholic Citizen in America.”

One more thing. I said I’d share links to my take on freedom, freedom of expression and trying to make sense. So here they are:


1 Information, the Internet and (some) freedom:

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