07 April 2008

seeing the stones that pave the way

Are people generally good?

How many studies and stories and sermons have asked such a question? Too many, I would suppose. I decided the other day that I no longer care about the answer. Good or bad, we are all the same.

I sat and read the Kindle in a local coffee shop for several hours and I began to notice that an incredible cross-section of society was stopping by for a cup of community. Workers in overalls, businesswomen in high heels, retirees with nowhere to be anymore, and students with nowhere to be yet…

I watched the way that they interacted with the baristas. I watched their nervous eyes, perhaps aware that they were being studied, perhaps just trying to be accepted in the stringent pantheon of coffeehouse cool. Some of the folks were known by the staff. Some desperately wanted to be.

One thing that seemed evident to me is that we are all the same. We are all seeking recognition and fulfillment, whether in lattes or lifestyles. We are all capable of compassion and kindness, of hate and vulgarity.

Maybe that idea makes me a soft-hearted fool. I’m okay with that. But what if we dropped the walls that we have built? What if we saw each other as we see ourselves, as flawed yet hopeful vessels? What if we looked into the eyes of the people we run across and searched for common ground and shared history?

I think if we could just see the brokenness around us and grow the hope in others, the world might just be a different place.

I imagine that kindness, humility, and hope are the stones that pave the way to that better, shared future.

05 April 2008

adverts that might just make you smile

You get two posts today...they are both YouTube based, but you could be finished with both in less than 5 minutes. Smile a little - then imagine.

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imagining something different

I don't exactly know how much sense this is going to make to most of you. It is, nonetheless, interesting to me.

South Africa, like all places, has an understood divide between the races. Scenes of one color of people in poverty (and another color in opulence) are accepted simply because they are ubiquitous. As our friend Michael would say, "That's the way it is." He's right, whether he should be or not.

Still, this South African advertisement seeks to reverse the roles, if only to break the patterned way we see things for a day. South Africans will get it. For you Americans, imagine the next time you roll by a construction site...or the next time you pass a crowded bus stop in your nice car...imagine for a moment that the colors were different.

The video is only 2 minutes. I think it's worth the time.


04 April 2008

loss aversion and the final four

Ever heard of the phrase “loss aversion”? The Wikipedia describes it thusly:
"In prospect theory, loss aversion refers to the tendency for people strongly to prefer avoiding losses than acquiring gains. Some studies suggest that losses are twice as powerful, psychologically, as gains. Loss aversion was first convincingly demonstrated by Amos Tversky and Daniel Kahneman."

MIT professor and author Dan Ariely, in his book “Predictably Irrational” described an experiment he and a colleague carried out on a group of college students. He was attempting to demonstrate our irrational ideas of valuation for the things we possess and, in a smaller sense, the way that an aversion to loss affects that value.

At this time of year, particularly for those of us in San Antonio, this is a relevant experiment.

You see, Ariely focused on Duke University students who were camping out for a chance to obtain men’s basketball Final Four tickets. The students slept in tents on a campus lawn for days in order to obtain a number that would then be eligible to be “pulled” in a lottery, which would award a ticket to the number-holder. That means that the students were waiting for a chance at tickets, not tickets themselves.

Ariely was attempting to illustrate how humans irrationally value their own possessions. His theory was that we overvalue what we possess and undervalue what we seek to possess. For instance, the buyer and seller of a car are often on very predictable sides of the price war.

Ariely obtained a list of the students who had entered the lottery and a list of those who had won tickets. He then called each of the students and established a “ceiling price” for the buyers, the greatest amount they would pay for a ticket to see Duke in the Final Four. Remember, these were students who had waited and sacrificed and desperately sought tickets. He also established a “floor price” for the sellers, the least amount they would sell their ticket for. He promised each student that they would get a return call if he could match their request with another student. He never called one student back.

As it turned out, each student with a ticket wanted, on average, $2400 for the ticket. They cited the “once-in-a-lifetime-experience” among other things. The average potential buyer offered $175 for a ticket, citing the number of other needs that could be met by that amount of money and a reluctance to overspend on something that they could witness on television.

So, what happened? All of the students originally wanted tickets. They queued for the same amount of time and were randomly selected. Yet, once they were divided into ticket-owners and ticketless masses, they seemed to become very different in their attitudes towards the value of a Final Four ticket. One group became averse to loss, seeking to preserve an exclusive right (the ticket) and a potentially great experience. The other group regained sanity (my opinion) and realized the concrete value of a ticket versus the expected emotional/status gain. In other words, the aversion to loss of the sellers kept prices too high for potential buyers to become real purchasers.

In the market for a Final Four ticket this weekend? Odds are that, if you are a buyer, you’re expecting to pay too little. If you are a seller, you are asking way too much. Enjoy the weekend.

03 April 2008

coexist



It has been a couple of years since Bono brought the idea of "coexist" into our lives. He stumbled across the concept and then used it in an entire concert tour, creating much more friction than I am sure he ever thought possible.

As you can see, the symbols creating "coexist" include an Islamic crescent moon, a Jewish Star of David, and a Christian cross. Bono has since been labeled a "false prophet", "charlatan", "universalist", and much worse (not to be printed here).

Contextually, as the Irish son of a Catholic father and Protestant mother, Bono seems to have an angle here. War in the name of any God cannot be justifiable...can it?

In U2's concerts (video below - 3:22 mark), Bono would point to his headband and exclaim, "Jesus, Jew, Mohammad, it's true - all sons of Abraham." This is where folks, especially evangelicals, begin losing their patience.

So, the idea of "coexist" is out there... And there have been some pretty healthy discussions in spaces like these about this topic. I was wondering what you think. Does equating Jesus with Mohammad make Jesus less beautiful? Is coexistence something we should be after in the first place? Where, in the scheme of things, does justice come in?

"Father Abraham, look what you've done..."

What do you think? Comments...

02 April 2008

bono on the church and the free market

(Note: This is another is an ongoing series...Each week, the “description” line under the blog headline changes. It is usually a line from a song, a quote, or maybe just nonsense from The Office. But, each week, we memorialize the line that is leaving while installing the new one.)

"Distance does not decide who is your brother and who is not. The church is going to have to become the conscience of the free market if it's to have any meaning in this world - and stop being its apologist."

- Bono

I felt like this quote deserved some more thought. I won't sully it with mine here.

Data.org

01 April 2008

recapturing community

The other night, Stef and I were able to recapture a little of what we left behind so many months ago. We sat down, talked, and ate with some friends. We broke amazing cornbread together, sampled some salmon nachos, and genuinely laughed all night. It had been awhile since we were all together - really together. And reunited with a significant portion of our lives, of our community, everything felt right.