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<title>Storyblogging Carnival LXXXVII</title>
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<description>Welcome to the eighty-seventh Storyblogging Carnival. We have six stories this time, including one of mine. Please enjoy....</description>
<dc:creator>Donald</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-05-05T13:05+00:00</dc:date>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[Welcome to the eighty-seventh Storyblogging Carnival.  We have six stories this time, including one of mine.  Please enjoy. <BR />
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<a href="http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/2008/04/25/temper-temper/">Temper, Temper</a> <BR />
by Madeleine Begun Kane of <a href="http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog">Mad Kane's Humor Blog</a><BR />
An under-100 word brief story rated G.<BR />
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The tale of an ill-tempered felon in limerick form.<BR />
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<a href="http://mondayevening.wordpress.com/2008/04/21/changes-part-i/">Changes, Part I</a> <BR />
by Tom Harrison of <a href="http://mondayevening.wordpress.com/">Monday Evening</a><BR />
A 600 word brief story rated PG.<BR />
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The attack was bad, the pull-back was worse, and then everything got really weird.<BR />
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<a href="http://docrampage.blogspot.com/2008/04/fog-lay-thick-over-waves-defying-sun-of.html">the little shepherd</a> <BR />
by Doc Rampage of <a href="http://docrampage.blogspot.com">Doc Rampage</a><BR />
A 972 brief story rated G.<BR />
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On the side effects of enthusiasm.<BR />
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<a href="http://archiandy.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-porch-with-secret-writing-exercise-2.html">A Seat on the Porch</a> <BR />
by Andy Osterlund of <a href="http://archiandy.blogspot.com/">Archiandy</a><BR />
A 1,292 word short story rated PG.<BR />
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A discrete shooting leaves a man contemplating his passive endurance.<BR />
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<a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/1209786957.shtml">Crossing Over, Part II</a> (<a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/chain_1207529833.shtml">The Whole Story</a>)<BR />
by Donald S. Crankshaw of <a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com">Back of the Envelope</a><BR />
A 1,531 word excerpt of a 17,472 word short story rated PG-13.<BR />
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A <i>College Roomies from Hell!!!</i> fanfiction, in which Dave gets in trouble.  Which is hardly surprising.<BR />
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<a href="http://www.andrewiandodge.com/2008/04/23/dogged_love/">Dogged Love</a><BR />
by Andrew Ian Dodge of <a href="http://www.andrewiandodge.com/">Dodgeblogium</a><BR />
A 2,125 word short story rated PG-13.<BR />
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A naked cut up man wakes up in her house...wearing her dog's collar. <BR />
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<i>[Don't forget, Andrew also has a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0595495478?ie=UTF8&tag=backoftheenve-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0595495478">new book out</a>.  </i> -DSC<i>]</i><BR />
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<title>Festival of Faith and Writing Report</title>
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<description>I've been meaning to write up a report on this for a little while, but I've just now gotten to it. As I said earlier, two weeks ago I went...</description>
<dc:creator>Donald</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-05-04T02:05+00:00</dc:date>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[I've been meaning to write up a report on this for a little while, but I've just now gotten to it.  As I said <a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/1206843307.shtml">earlier</a>, two weeks ago I went to a Christian writing conference.  Aside from attending a number of talks by writers, editors, and publishers, I talked to several publishers and convinced two to take a look at my book proposal.  I haven't heard anything back yet, but I'd be surprised if I had.  I won't go into all the advice I heard about writing and publishing--some of it was good, some of it was okay, and much of it was contradictory.  Writers are always telling you how to write, yet no two seem to write the same way.  I met Dave Long of <a href="http://faithinfiction.blogspot.com">Faith*in*Fiction</a> there (and convinced him to look at my proposal), and talked to an old high school friend.<br />
<br />
It was fun, but what I think may be useful to you is to talk about some of the publishers who are looking for submissions.  If you have a story or book you want to get published, then these aren't bad places to start:<br />
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<ul><li><a href="http://www.creativebyline.com">Creative Byline</a> - This isn't a publisher so much as an intermediary between publishers and writers.  For a modest fee ($19), you can submit manuscripts, get feedback  from first readers, and submit it to editors who are interested in your type of work.  Now, I don't know how well this works, and they are fairly new, but what caught my eye was that among the publishers who signed on are Tor and Forge, who publish science fiction and fantasy.  As they aren't very expensive (about what it would cost to send a manuscript via snail mail), they may be worth taking a chance on.</li><li><a href="http://theotherjournal.com">theotherjournal.com</a> - a Christian online quarterly for the discussion of faith and culture.</li><li><a href="http://www.themidnightdiner.com">Coach's Midnight Journal</a> - A yearly journal of Christina genre fiction, including horror, crime, mystery, and paranormal.</li><li><a href="http://www.reliefjournal.com/">Relief</a> - A quarterly journal of Christian literary fiction.  Coach's Midnight Journal grew out of it.  Cause great genre fiction needs to go somewhere.</li></ul><br />
There are some others, but those are the ones for the fiction I write.  I may put up something for some of the others later.<br />
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<b>Update</b> <i>(5/4/2008)</i> Messed up the link for Relief (actually put a copy of the previous entry where the link should have been).  Fixed now.]]></content:encoded>
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<title>Crossing Over: Part II</title>
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<description>The Rest of the Story: The whole story can be found here....</description>
<dc:creator>Donald</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-05-03T03:05+00:00</dc:date>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[The Rest of the Story: The whole story can be found <a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/chain_1207529833.shtml">here</a>.<br />
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The problem with writing a fanfiction is that it doesn't make a lot of sense unless the readers have the context to understand it.  Mine is even worse, since you really have to be aware of things in the forum community, not just in <a href="http://www.crfh.net">CRFH</a>.  Still, I like the story.  And if you want the quick rundown of events, you can try <a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/1107621678.shtml">here</a>, where I talk a bit about the comic.<br />
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As before, all the characters, the world(s), and the events referenced belong to Maritza Campos, copyright 1999-2008. Only the events of this story belong to me.<br />
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<b>Crossing Over</b><br />
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<b>Chapter 2</b><br />
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"Change him back.  Now!"  Margaret shoved her pistol up under Steve's jaw, forcing his head back.<br />
<br />
"I don't know how!" Steve panted, his eyes crossed in an attempt to look at the gun.  "That isn't what was supposed to happen!"<br />
<br />
"Well, what <i>was</i> supposed to happen?"<br />
<br />
"It was a B-b-banishment spell.  You know, to send him to another plane of existence."<br />
<br />
"Why the Hell would you want to do that?"<br />
<br />
"It was the Boss's idea, to get Dave out of the way.  He figured simple Banishment was something he wouldn't be protected against."<br />
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Margaret stared at him.  Finding out Dave was protected spooked her almost as much as thinking he was a target.  She still wasn't sure how much she believed of it all.  Even the miracles could be some sort of infernal trick, but she was beginning to believe that Satan might be… frightened by something about Dave.  That just made it more important to keep him from getting mixed up in what Satan was doing to her.<br />
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"Well," said Roger.  "If they messed up the spell, then maybe they could reverse it if they just repeat what they did."<br />
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"Roger, I don't think casting the same messed-up spell twice is going to fix the problem," Margaret replied.<br />
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"You're right.  Maybe they should do it backwards."<br />
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"Look, gun nut, our spell was fine before the cat and the coyote messed with it," Steve said.  "That's what screwed it up.  Even if we did exactly the same thing, the result of a miscast is random.  We'd never be able to repeat it."<br />
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Margaret looked at Waldo, who was still standing with his hands up despite the fact that no one was paying attention to him.  She had even let her aim drift so the gun wasn't lined up on him any longer.  She quickly brought it back on target.  Both of them were idiots and cowards, but Waldo was more of both.  "Waldo, what do you think?"<br />
<br />
"It's all his fault.  I just did what he said."<br />
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"Okay, you two are going to come up with a solution," Margaret said.  "If you don't have something in twenty-four hours, I'm going to have to hurt you."<br />
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"We can't do it at gun-point, you know," Steve said.  "Why don't you leave us alone to work on it?"<br />
<br />
"Why?  So you can flee to another country?"<br />
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"I'm serious.  We can't work with you here."<br />
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"Yeah," Waldo chimed in.  "You're one scary chick.  You make us nervous."<br />
<br />
"Okay, I'll leave, but Roger's staying."<br />
<br />
"What?" all three of them said at once.<br />
<br />
"You can't leave us with him.  He'll melt our brains," Steve said, while Waldo said, "He's so nuts he makes you look unnutty."<br />
<br />
"Roger will keep an eye on you, and he'll go all werecoyote on you if you give him half a reason.  Right, Roger?"  Margaret said.<br />
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"Mmmmokay," said Roger.  "But if they turn me into a girl I'm moving in with you."<br />
<br />
"Fine, whatever.  I'm taking Dave out of here."<br />
<br />
"Wait!" Steve said.  "You can't take her—him—away.  We'll never be able to reverse the spell if we can't, um… study her, I mean him."<br />
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"Yeah, right," Margaret said as she holstered her pistols.  She leaned down and rolled the still unconscious Dave onto his stomach, then placed her hands beneath his abdomen as she pulled him onto his knees.  She wasn't sure what disturbed her more, the breasts, the long hair in her face, or simply the fact that Dave was much lighter than he should have been.  Still, it wasn't going to be easy to manhandle him all the way up to the apartment.  His head lolled as Margaret lifted him to his feet, then got in front to drape him across her shoulders in a fireman's carry.   She straightened, then glared at Steve and Waldo.  "Roger, if they give you any trouble, eat them."<br />
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"Ick.  They smell like brimstone.  I don't even want to think about what they taste like."<br />
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"Hey, you can't eat us!  If you do, who's going to fix this?" Steve said.<br />
<br />
"Yeah," added Waldo, just as eloquent as ever.<br />
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"You're right," Margaret replied.  "But if Roger starts with your toes, there should still be enough of you left to do the job."<br />
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"Ugh.  Margaret, I do not want to eat their smelly feet.  Now an ear, that wouldn't be so bad."<br />
<br />
"Okay, okay," Steve said.  "We get the idea."<br />
<br />
Margaret got Dave out the door, and headed to the elevator.  Chester followed, mewing constantly.  Something sounded off about it, but Margaret didn't have time to worry about that as she stabbed the up button on the elevator.  The elevator was already on the way from the ground floor, and it arrived almost immediately.  Margaret was just wondering how she was going to explain this if there was someone inside when the door opened and Margaret found herself face-to-face with April.<br />
<br />
"Whoa," she said.  "Margaret, what are you doing carrying that girl around?  Who is she?"<br />
<br />
"This girl is Dave," she said as she set him down on the elevator's floor, his back against the wall.<br />
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"You're kidding.  I know he's into some weird stuff, but cross-dressing?  I mean, again?"  She knelt down for a closer look.  "Okay, you're definitely kidding.  There's no way this is Dave in a dress."  She actually poked the left breast.<br />
<br />
"Hey, stop that!" Margaret slapped her hand away.  The elevator had reached their floor and the door opened.  "Help me get him to our apartment and I'll explain."<br />
<br />
They lifted Dave between them, one on either side, and carried him to the apartment.  Holding him upright, it was clear that he was now shorter than either of them, and his feet hovered a couple of inches off the ground.  By the time they lay him on the couch, Margaret had finished telling April what had happened.<br />
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"Wow, I had no idea that Steve and Waldo could do something like that," April said.<br />
<br />
"I believe it," Margaret said.  "They couldn't do it in a thousand years if they actually wanted to, but by accident?  It's a wonder they haven't turned themselves into frogs by now."<br />
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"Nah, they'd turn us into frogs instead," April replied.  "Every time anybody gets mutated or cursed or possessed, it's always one of us.  Those two may be idiots, but somehow they ended up with the good luck while we ended up with the bad."<br />
<br />
"Wow, you're cheery," Margaret said.<br />
<br />
"Actually I am," she replied, with a brighter smile than Margaret had seen her wear in a long time.  "Yes, it's weird, but we're still alive, and meanwhile things are certainly interesting."<br />
<br />
"Okay, I think you've gone nuts.  Are you sure you're okay?"<br />
<br />
"It's just… I've been thinking.  For the longest time I thought I was a freak.  I didn't think I fit in where I grew up, and then I tried the real world, only to realize that I couldn't fit in here either.  I thought that I was incomplete, not made for one place or the other.  Then a friend reminded me that as weird as my life had been, it wasn't any weirder than what you guys go through on a daily basis.  I'm really not an outsider here, but I came very close to making myself one by letting my anger with Mike get in the way of my friendship with the rest of you.  And… I'm sorry."<br />
<br />
"Apology accepted and I'm glad for you and all that, but can we focus on Dave here?"<br />
<br />
April rolled her eyes.  "Okay, okay.  Well, aside from being a she, he seems okay.  Chester seems to be taking this calmly."  The cat had curled itself on Dave's abdomen and closed his eyes.  "Uh, do you think it's just cosmetic changes, or do you think it's, you know, <i>complete</i>?"  April was blushing a deep red by the time she finished.<br />
<br />
"I haven't checked and I'm not going to," Margaret said, her face beginning to grow warm as well.  "We can ask him when he wakes up."<br />
<br />
"Wait a second," April said.  "You said Chester ran into the circle as well?"<br />
<br />
"Yes.  Why?"<br />
<br />
"I was just thinking that something seemed different about him."  She reached down and picked up Chester, holding him up with a hand beneath each foreleg and looking at his exposed stomach.  Margaret wondered what she was doing.  Chester just stared at April curiously until she put him down on Dave's stomach again.  "Well, that answers that."<br />
<br />
"What answers what?"<br />
<br />
"Think, Margaret!  Chester ran into the circle as well.  He seems different.  That's because he is now a she too.  And having had a close look at her, I think I can now say that the change <i>is</i> complete, at least for everything on the outside."<br />
<br />
"Oh.  Oh!  I didn't even think to check.  You don't think…"<br />
<br />
"Shhh.  I think she's waking up."<br />
<br />
Margaret looked at Dave.  His jaw was open in a yawn and his eyes were fluttering open, so she knelt down beside the couch and took his hand.  It was small and soft and she almost dropped it in consternation, but she held on for his sake.<br />
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<title>A blogger's moral dilemma</title>
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<description>So, let me pose a moral dilemma. As you may know, I use Sitemeter for my blog. This feature-rich webcounter allows me to keep track of all sorts of things. For...</description>
<dc:creator>Donald</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-04-25T03:04+00:00</dc:date>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[So, let me pose a moral dilemma.  As you may know, I use Sitemeter for my blog.  This feature-rich webcounter allows me to keep track of all sorts of things.  For one, it reports where visitors are coming from (their IP addresses, ISPs, and location) and what brought them here (links from other locations, web searches--what's called referrals).  I like taking a peek at this information, especially the referrals, since it lets me see who's linking to me and what web searches bring people here.  Probably the most interesting category are the web searches.  Some people, after coming here for a web search, find exactly the right thing.  If you're looking for information on <a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/1180130374.shtml">Ezekiel's vision</a> or the <a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/1083614605.shtml">difference between evangelicalism and fundamentalism</a>, I've got you covered.  Sometimes, though, the weirdest searches lead people here for things that I've never talked about before.  For example, "<a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/1163135685.shtml">Did Jesus ride a unicorn to Babylon?</a>"  I'd never addressed that question before someone's search led them here.  The only reason they ended up on my page at all is because I had the terms Jesus, unicorn, and Babylon on the same archive page at one point.<br />
<br />
And then, there are the searches that are frankly disturbing.  Some time ago, I noticed someone coming to my blog via a search of something like "How do I kill my roommate?"  Now, obviously I don't have any instructions on roommate killing on my blog.  The question, though, is what should I do with a search like this?  On the one hand, I could just respect my visitor's privacy and ignore it.  People do crazy searches all the time.  As a writer of suspense stories, I do more than most: I once spent several hours doing web searches on stabbing people in the lungs.  It's possible that the visitor was doing something similar, or academic research on the availability of such information on the internet.  Do I really wish to impugn someone's reputation, or land him [generic masculine pronoun here--it could have been a woman] in serious legal trouble, based on a web search?  On the other hand, if he's really looking for a way to kill someone, wouldn't I be morally responsible if I had the ability to prevent it and failed to do so?  I did have that means, after all.  Sitemeter tells me when he made the search, the IP address of the computer he made it from, and his ISP, in this case a university in another country.  All I have to do is inform the university, and they can probably tell who it was via who was logged into that computer at that time.  So what do I do?<br />
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As I said, this happened some time ago, so I made the decision within a few hours of noticing the search:<br />
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I did, in fact, notify the university via their internet abuse notification website.  I made it clear that I had no knowledge of whether the visitor to my site had actual illegal intent, and that the search could be entirely innocent.  If they did their jobs properly, they would have checked to see whether that student had a history of disciplinary problems or if there had been reports of difficulties between him and his roommate, and maybe talked to the two of them.  Then again, they could have just ignored my report.  Or they could have overreacted and expelled him or charged him with conspiracy to commit murder or something.  I'm hoping they did their jobs properly, but it was out of my hands at that point.<br />
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<title>Storyblogging Carnival LXXXVII coming up</title>
<link>http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/1208830683.shtml</link>
<description>I'll be hosting the next Storyblogging Carnival, the eighty-seventh, here at Back of the Envelope. If you use your blog to share your fiction, then the Storyblogging Carnival is your opportunity....</description>
<dc:creator>Donald</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-04-22T02:04+00:00</dc:date>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[I'll be hosting the next Storyblogging Carnival, the eighty-seventh, here at <i>Back of the Envelope</i>.  If you use your blog to share your fiction, then the Storyblogging Carnival is your opportunity.  Here we host any and all forms of storytelling in blog format.  If you're curious about what this looks like, have a look at some <a href="/storyblogging_carnival">examples of previous storyblogging carnivals</a>.  This next carnival will be going up May 5th.<br />
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If you'd like to participate, please e-mail your story submissions to me at dscrank-at-alum-dot-mit-dot-edu (or post in my comments), including the following information:<br />
<ul><li>Name of your blog</li><li>URL of your blog</li><li>Title of the story</li><li>URL for the blog entry where the story is posted</li><li>(OPTIONAL) Author's name</li><li>(OPTIONAL) A suggested rating for adult content (G, PG, PG-13, R)</li><li>A word count</li><li>A short blurb describing the story</li></ul><br />
The post may be of any age, from a week old to years old.  The submission deadline is 11:59 PM Eastern time on Saturday, May 3rd. More detailed information follows (same as always):<br />
<ol><li>The story or excerpt submitted must be posted on-line as a blog entry, and while fiction is preferred, non-fiction storytelling is acceptable.</li><li>The story can be any length, but the Carnival will list them in order of length, from shortest to longest, and include a word count for each one.</li><li>You may either send a complete story, a story in progress, or a lengthy excerpt.  You should indicate the word count for both the excerpt and the complete story in the submission, and you should say how the reader can find more of the story in the post itself.</li><li>If the story spans multiple posts, each post should contain a link to the beginning of the story, and a link to the next post.  You may submit the whole story, the first post, or, if you've previously submitted earlier posts to the Carnival, the next post which you have not submitted.  Please indicate the length of the entire story, as well as the portion which you are submitting.</li><li>The host has sole discretion to decide whether the story will be included or not, or whether to indicate that the story has pornographic or graphically violent content.  The ratings for the story will be decided by the host.  I expect I'll be pretty lenient on that sort of thing, but I have some limits, and others may draw the line elsewhere.  Aside from noting potentially offensive content, while I may say nice things about stories I like, I won't be panning anyone's work.  I expect other hosts to be similarly polite.</li><li>The story may be the blogger's own or posted with permission, but if it is not his own work he should gain permission from the author before submitting to the Carnival.</li></ol><br />
If you'd like to be added to the e-mail list, please <a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/contact/?to=donaldscrankshaw&subject=Re:+Storyblogging%20carnival">let me know</a>.  Finally, I appreciate folks promoting the carnival on their own blogs, and I'm  always looking for bloggers willing to host future carnivals.]]></content:encoded>
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<title>Doc's on a roll</title>
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<dc:creator>Donald</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-04-21T01:04+00:00</dc:date>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://docrampage.blogspot.com">Doc Rampage</a> has been blogging a lot lately.  I haven't been doing so well, but I have the excuse that I've been out-of-town this past week, at the Christian writer's conference I mentioned <a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/1206843307.shtml">previously</a>.   I'll try to put up a report on that later this week. ]]></content:encoded>
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<title>The Darwin Ichthus</title>
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<description>Jonah Goldberg has an interesting story about the "Jesus fish":...</description>
<dc:creator>Donald</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-04-14T13:04+00:00</dc:date>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[Jonah Goldberg has an <a href="http://article.nationalreview.com/?q=MGRjODA3MWIwOWMyN2Y3ZWZjODZhYzAyMzg2MTBhYzE=">interesting story</a> about the "Jesus fish":<BR />
<blockquote>During a 1991 visit to Istanbul, a buddy and I found ourselves in a small restaurant, drinking, dancing, and singing with a bunch of middle-class Turkish businessmen, mostly shop owners. It was a hilariously joyful evening, even though they spoke little English and we spoke considerably less Turkish.<BR />
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At the end of the night, after imbibing unquantifiable quantities of raki, an ouzo-like Turkish liqueur, one of the men gave me a worn-out business card. On the back, he’d scribbled an image. It was little more than a curlicue, but he seemed intent on showing it to me (and nobody else). It was, I realized, a Jesus fish.<BR />
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It was an eye-opening moment for me, though obviously trivial compared with the experiences of others. Here in this cosmopolitan and self-styled European city, this fellow felt the need to surreptitiously clue me in that he was a Christian just like me (or so he thought).<BR />
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Traditionally, the fish pictogram conjures the miracle of the loaves and fishes as well as the Greek word IXΘΥΣ, which means fish and also is an acronym for “Jesus Christ, God’s Son, Savior.” Christians persecuted by the Romans used to draw the Jesus fish in the dirt as a way to tip off fellow Christians that they weren’t alone.<BR />
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In America, these fish appear mostly on cars. Recently, however, it seems Jesus fish have become outnumbered by Darwin fish. No doubt you’ve seen these, too. The fish is “updated” with little feet on the bottom, and “IXΘΥΣ” or “Jesus” is replaced with either “Darwin” or “Evolve.”</blockquote><BR />
It's been a long time since I've really thought about the Darwin fish.  At first, I found it offensive.  A deliberate mockery of what, to my mind, was the purest symbol of my faith.  Unlike the cross, which is often used as a piece of art with no real meaning, no one wears an ichthus unless they mean it.  They know that it was a symbol of Christianity when being a Christian was dangerous.  And, from Jonah's story, it's still used that way in places where it's dangerous today.  So no one mocks that symbol in ignorance of what it means.<BR />
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It's hard to maintain outrage for a long length of time, however, and after a while I phased it out.  I even used it in advertising for a discussion on evolution hosted by MIT's Christian groups.  Still, it is the sort of insult that polite people are offended by.  As Jonah is:<BR />
<blockquote>I find Darwin fish offensive. First, there’s the smugness. The undeniable message: Those Jesus fish people are less evolved, less sophisticated than we Darwin fishers.<BR />
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The hypocrisy is even more glaring. Darwin fish are often stuck next to bumper stickers promoting tolerance or admonishing that “hate is not a family value.” But the whole point of the Darwin fish is intolerance; similar mockery of a cherished symbol would rightly be condemned as bigoted if aimed at blacks or women or, yes, Muslims.</blockquote><BR />
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<title>The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil</title>
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<description>I've mentioned this idea before, but I'd like to expand on it a bit. So let's start with the story from Genesis 3 (NIV translation):...</description>
<dc:creator>Donald</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2008-04-10T12:04+00:00</dc:date>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[I've mentioned this idea <a href="http://www.donaldscrankshaw.com/posts/1092112293.shtml">before</a>, but I'd like to expand on it a bit.  So let's start with the story from Genesis 3 (NIV translation):<BR />
<blockquote>Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden’?”<BR />
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The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, ‘You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.’ ”<BR />
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“You will not surely die,” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”<BR />
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When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.<BR />
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Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the Lord God among the trees of the garden. But the Lord God called to the man, “Where are you?”<BR />
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He answered, “I heard you in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid.”<BR />
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And he said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?”<BR />
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The man said, “The woman you put here with me—she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it.”<BR />
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Then the Lord God said to the woman, “What is this you have done?”<BR />
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The woman said, “The serpent deceived me, and I ate.”<BR />
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So the Lord God said to the serpent, “Because you have done this,<BR />
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“Cursed are you above all the livestock<BR />
and all the wild animals!<BR />
You will crawl on your belly<BR />
and you will eat dust<BR />
all the days of your life.<BR />
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And I will put enmity<BR />
between you and the woman,<BR />
and between your offspring and hers;<BR />
he will crush your head,<BR />
and you will strike his heel.”<BR />
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To the woman he said,<BR />
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“I will greatly increase your pains in childbearing;<BR />
with pain you will give birth to children.<BR />
Your desire will be for your husband,<BR />
and he will rule over you.”<BR />
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To Adam he said, “Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, ‘You must not eat of it,’<BR />
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“Cursed is the ground because of you;<BR />
through painful toil you will eat of it<BR />
all the days of your life.<BR />
It will produce thorns and thistles for you,<BR />
and you will eat the plants of the field.<BR />
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By the sweat of your brow<BR />
you will eat your food<BR />
until you return to the ground,<BR />
since from it you were taken;<BR />
for dust you are<BR />
and to dust you will return.”<BR />
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Adam named his wife Eve, because she would become the mother of all the living.<BR />
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The Lord God made garments of skin for Adam and his wife and clothed them. And the Lord God said, “The man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever.” So the Lord God banished him from the Garden of Eden to work the ground from which he had been taken. After he drove the man out, he placed on the east side of the Garden of Eden cherubim and a flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way to the tree of life.</blockquote><BR />
There are a number of ways of looking at this story, and I'm not talking about whether the story is literal or figurative.  What is the Knowledge of Good and Evil?  Why was this knowledge forbidden to mankind?  I had one mythology teacher who believed that the whole thing was an immortality story, quite common in ancient mythologies, where the gods jealousy guard their immortality from humans who always want to live forever.  After all, Adam and Eve were cast from the garden in order to prevent them from eating from the other tree, the Tree of Life.  Of course, this interpretation tends to overlook the fact that the two were free to eat of the Tree of Life before they partook of the Tree of Knowledge.<BR />
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Many heretical philosophers view God as the antagonist of this story.  To them, knowledge is the ultimate good, and innocence is a vice, not a virtue.  They see God as trying to keep mankind ignorant and compliant.  They read that last line, "The man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever" as proof that God was trying to horde his knowledge so he could subjugate mankind, and believe that the wisdom gained by eating the fruit is worth it, no matter what the price, or the arbitrary punishment of a vain and greedy God.<BR />
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There is a strain of Christian thought which runs along similar, but less cynical, lines.  They see the coming of Christ as the greatest good possible, and the redeemed man in Revelations as superior, or at least wiser, than the innocent man in Genesis.  Because it is the Fall that led to these things, they see the Fall as a good thing, and that ultimately we are better off for it having happened.  Some of them even believe that the Fall was meant to happen.  After all, how could the Lamb of God have been slain before the beginning of the world (Rev 13:8) if redemption, and thus the Fall, were not already in the works.  And if God wanted us to Fall, who's to say we had much choice in the matter?  Maybe I'm not the one, but I'll say it anyway: I reject this belief for the very simple reason that it portrays God as a capricious deity who made us Fall and then punished us for it.  It's probably true that I don't understand God as well as I think I do, but I do think I'm staying truer to a straightforward reading of the text than those who imagine a divine conspiracy to undo us and then remake us.<BR />
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What are we to make of this story then?    What's so wrong about the knowledge of good and evil?  God has it, why shouldn't we?  Why is immortality okay for us as long as we're ignorant (i.e., not like God)?  And who's the us of "one of us" anyway?  (There are a variety of interpretations for that one line, some which see God as being sarcastic--as man by no stretch of the imagination became like God, despite the serpent's promise, I can see that--and others that take it more literally.)  I will, for the moment, put that aside and reflect on the Tree itself.  What was the purprose of the Tree?  Why give man the opportunity to fail like that?  Was it simply a test?  And what knowledge of good and evil did we gain from eating the tree?  Shame is the only thing mentioned.  Did Adam and Eve lack a conscience before?  Did our innate sense of right and wrong only come from the tree?<BR />
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Here's where I'll start speculating, and to begin, I'll concede that the Christians who believe that redeemed man is wiser than innocent man have a point.  We have gained something through the Fall that we've endured.  I hold to the belief that while Adam and Eve were perfect, they were immature.  They were intelligent, but not yet very wise.  The serpent offered them a shortcut: eat the forbidden fruit, and you'll become like God.  Notice that becoming like God wasn't a matter of power and immortality (to some extent, they already had that), but of knowledge.  The wisdom which they knew they lacked.  The fruit of the tree didn't necessarily have any supernatural properties.  Merely by eating of it, they broke God's commandments, bringing sin and death into the world.  They gained a firsthand knowledge of evil by partaking of it, and in this intimate knowledge of evil, fully understood the difference between it and the good they had forsaken.  But, I maintain, there is another way to know evil.  God, after all, knows good and evil, and it has not come from doing evil.  Jesus knew good and evil, and not in the way the rest of humanity knew it.  He knew it by facing it, resisting it, and overcoming it.  If the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was a test, then failure was not the only option.  There was also the possibility of success, and that would have meant understanding evil in the same way Jesus did, by opposing it. The Tree, then, would have taught mankind what they needed to learn, and they would have gained the knowledge that they needed to mature, without the catastrophe of the Fall, and the suffering it brought.<BR />
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That, I believe, was the purpose of the Tree, not as a test, but as a lesson.  Failure made the lesson a much harsher one, but even so, we are learning.  And ultimately, that failure itself is redeemed.]]></content:encoded>
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