I’ve had my head and both feet stuck in all things political economy this last month. There was something called a budget and something else called a ‘bailout’ happening. You may have read something about it in the your daily paper. When I wasn’t compulsively re/tweeting, I was whooping like a US sophomore at Gavan Titley on the Vincent Browne show. I may have lost some friends along the way, but there’s nothing like a bit of collective political action to soothe the anger one feels at one of the most regressive ‘adjustments’ ever. But now that I can put down the stick of political righteousness for another while, I have to concede that the PhD’s progress has taken a dent in recent weeks. Gone is the discipline of the 6am rise, the checking of Sage email alerts and the pretence that I can write anything of substance before 2010 ends. Christmas arrives and an NUIM fee demand is imminent.
It is not that there’s been a paucity of religious meaning about this last while. Brian Lenihan has been speaking about faith and confidence, and the IBECs of this sad little country respond in kind. Immanent Frame keeps churning out wonderful articles, debates and reviews. Kevin is putting Hebrew aside (well done) and Naomi is blogging again. And yes, the whole seminar / colloquium / conference whirligig gets going again. Two things have caught my imagination in the last few weeks:
Sociological Imagination put the following two short pieces in front of me. The first is amusing; the second rather creepy. Developing a religious habitus, having completed Roose’s book on his semester at Liberty, is not something I am entirely unfamiliar with. There’s a point in my interactions with people and ideas where I begin to make more theo-etymological connections in the middle of conversations. The word ‘mission’ in particular has caught my imagination. When I was 8, a mission was a day spent wandering around exploring and getting up to no good and learning something about friends. At 13, it was marvelling at NASA’s space shuttle and wondering if I could just get better at maths I could find a back door into that world. A few years back, going on a mission meant seeking out an open off-license.
The second is so strange to me, it is worth embedding the video and then providing you with the link, should you, you know, really wish to follow it.
I wonder if socialisation is an insufficient word to describe what is occurring here. Holloway (Environment and Planning A, 2003) writes:
Not only is the sacred reproduced or reinvented in certain ritual practices or forms of spirituality, but the very division on which we can define what is sacred and what is profane is theoutcome of such religious and spiritual work.
That may very well be the final jumping off point for my research questions, four of which will be discussed with The Supervisor on December 22nd.