highlyeccentric: Arthur (BBC Merlin) - text: "SRSLY" (SRSLY)

Trojie: No, you know everything from your superior wisdom as a university graduate, darling :)
Highly: Oh, right. Because a medieval studies degree teaches me all about human beings.
Teaches you more about humans than my degree does :P At least yours INVOLVED humans.
Yeah, and you know what I learnt from Arthurian legend? EVERYTHING GOES TO SHIT AND EVERYONE WILL STAB EVERYONE ELSE IN THE BACK. You know what I learnt from Wulfstan? EVERYTHING IS GOING TO SHIT AND SOCIAL BONDS ARE DISENTEGRATING AND ALSO THE ANTICHRIST IS COMING.
 
You know what I learnt from Roger Bacon? You can defeat the Antichrist with a concave mirror! *goes to get mirror*
You know what I've learnt from geology? What goes around comes around, nothing's ever so broken that time can't fix it, and if you're patient you can get anything done :)
CONCAVE MIRRORS. You can make laser beams with them, apparently. And blast away your enemies.
Whee! Laser beams!

WORD

Jul. 18th, 2009 01:09 pm
highlyeccentric: Firefley - Kaylee - text: "shiny" (Shiny)
I couldn't write about sex at all until after my mother died. Growing up in the 1970s, the official parental line was that nice girls didn't, you know, do it, let alone write about it - although it was a different story for my brothers. Double standards were the order of the day.

Which meant, in effect, that I was barred from writing fiction. In order to create fully rounded human beings, and describe their relationships with each other, I would have to tackle the subject of sex - along with intimacy, misguided love, death, resentment, friendship, the passion of women for their babies, the problems of marriage and finding the right person, and all the rest of the complicated, messy stuff that humans do. When a parent dies, there is grief, of course, but there is also liberation. You must grow up, and one of the grown-up things I wanted to do was write novels.


Josa Young talks about writing about sex

I like THIS BIT:

One major aspect of sexuality that is much ignored in the modern novel is not doing it. And virginity is another theme of One Apple Tasted - where you hang on to it for so long that it becomes hideously significant and hard to shed. In a time when we are meant to have sex all day, every day, drawing on tips from magazines and newspapers to "spice things up in the bedroom", virginity, chastity and celibacy seem thoroughly controversial life choices. But they are part of people's sexual experience, and just as valid as the more exotic perversions that get a regular airing in the tabloids.

Facts

Jul. 14th, 2009 05:37 pm
highlyeccentric: Anglo-Saxonists decline to do it (Naked Philologist)
I dreamt I had a Facebook page. The other night, I dreamt I had a car. I think my subconscious wants me to be more Normal.

I did not have a conversation with the Boy In The Coffee Shop, but I did get smiled at. TWICE. BECAUSE I BOUGHT COFFEE TWICE. *shakes head* Yes, I'm an idiot.

I bought books! Including the letters of Ted Hughes. Observe:

Last night as I was coming down the field I heard a commotion in the hedge, and after a while, out trundled a hedgehog, merry as you like, and obviously out for a good time. I thought he might make a jolly companion for an evening, so I brought him in. Adter a while I noticed he had disappeared and later heard a noise just like the sobbing of a little child, but very faint, and it continued for long enough. I traced it to a pile of boxes, and there was my comrade, with his nose pressed in a corner in a pool of tears, and his face all wet, and snivelling and snuffling his heart out. I could have kissed him for compassion. I don't know why I"m so sympathetic towards hedgehogs. Once when John and I threw one in the pond, it nearly broke my heart to see it swimming to the shore. It must be that they're something my affection can't touch, and as all through my life the things I've loved best have been prickles toward that love, hedgehogs have become a symbol of such unrequited desire, and move me so nostalgically. I carried Harry outside and let him go - he wouldn't even roll up he was so sad


That from a letter to Edna Wholey, the sister of a schoolfriend, written at around 20 while serving in the RAF. Oh, Ted.

Mrs D. got me to read Plath in year twelve, and in so doing I stumbled over Ted Hughes. I... most people seem to like Plath and hate Hughes, maybe blame him a bit (didn't he cheat on her? Divorce her?), but my sympathy has always been with him. Plath's writing is gorgeous, but... I don't *like* her from it. Ted Hughes I liked at once. I like his writing, I like his personality, and my heart aches for him when it comes to Sylvia... You can see from his writing how much he loved her, and how much it messed with his head, being married to her... Did he think, when they started out, that she was something his affection *could* touch?
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (purple)
Co-worker: I'd adopt a policy of not dating a man who uses more product than me, but they'd have to use none...
Me: Exactly. Anyone who spends less time on their appearance than me probably doesn't shower.
highlyeccentric: (Beliefs and Ideas)
Over at [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes, we're worshipping Dr Suess, and [livejournal.com profile] shaysdays  has composed a hymn for the occasion:

Will you pray with both your hands?
Will you pray by moving sand?
Will you pray by twirling 'round?
Will you pray by bowing down?
Would you, could you, all alone?
Could you, would you, through a phone?

I do not pray, don't make me pissed,
I do not pray, I'm atheist!
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (One Way)
 
Me, in fonts of woe:
I'm barely passing Human Relations 101.
Trojie: Human Relations 101 is the Kobayashi Maru. It IS. There's no way to win. Unless you, I dunno, find a way to reprogram humans? 0.o
Me: So... if I sit in my chair and smirk in a superior fashion and do nothing while threatened on all sides, eventually the program will break down and everyone calls me Captain?
On the other hand, then I get court-martialled for cheating being an arsehole.
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Default)
Miranda Devine < Sam de Brito < Annabel Crabb.

Devine distinguishes herself by making an ALMOST coherent, albeit infuriating, argument for increased sexual decorum on the part of ladies (in order to moderate teh menfolks, who clearly can't moderate themselves).

De Brito makes half a good argument: he argues that 'it's not about consent, it's about what's right', but while he's talking about it just not being right for older, famouser footy players to gang-bang young drunk women, and how you wouldn't want it to be your sister or daughter, he seems to be operating on the assumption that 'consent' means utterance of the word 'yes', or not uttering the word 'no'. Even if you're drunk, and surrounded by football players. If he'd stopped to think about why he felt it was wrong, and why he wouldn't want it to be his sister, he might've got somewhere.

Annabel Crabb is <3.

But surely somebody, at some point, needs to cut through the forgiving fug of psychoanalysis and evaluate this quaint league tradition (apparently it's called "bunning", a new word for most of us) for what it is.

Strip away the fame and the adulation and all the trappings.

Strip away the girl, even, and ask the obvious question.

Which is: Why would a group of blokes come together, as if drawn by some invisible gravitational force, and gather in a room to masturbate with each other?

What do we ordinarily call that behaviour?

Much criticism has been made that the players who engage in "bunning" are exploiting these girls for bestial sexual purposes.

I don't know.

Those girls are being used all right, but I reckon they're being used as beards to disguise the otherwise perfectly obvious, screaming queerness of what's going on.

Come on. Are you kidding?

Let's say it out loud: it's the gayest thing ever.

And these are the same blokes who can't wait to climb into dresses for stunts on The Footy Show. Don't think we're not putting two and two together.

So come on, chaps.

If you want to get together and celebrate your oiled, toned bodies in the celebrated Greek tradition, then go ahead.

Just leave the ladies out of it, will you, and do us all a favour?



(Is this flippant use of homosexual stereotypes for the purposes of shaming and regulating straight behavior? Should I not be laughing? *overanalyses*)
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (One Way)
And I don't have the energy to either write or find a Good Poem to post. So have, instead, a limerick:

Some primal termite knocked on wood,
tasted it, and found it good:
and that is why your Auntie May
fell through the parlour floor today.

- Ogden Nash
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (One Way)
Which is a rather difficult question. A month or so ago I pimped my favourite Henry Lawson poems, with links to a couple of Patterson poems as well. My 'favourite' poem or poets changes about as often as my underwear, so today (probably under the influence of unwarranted enthusiasm for my new job), I nominate lyrics:

I Was Only 19 (A Walk in the Light Green)
John Schumann: Universal Music Publishing Pty Ltd

lyrics ahoy )



And the original Redgum video

highlyeccentric: (Beliefs and Ideas)
[livejournal.com profile] angevin2 has been posting a poem a day for Advent (hey, why not?).

Consider An Infinite Number of Monkeys, by Ronald Koetge, about the great concerns of monkey literature.

And Five Ways to Kill A Man, a charming poem about time and death by Edwin Brock.

And today's dose of awesome, A. E. Houseman's The Colour of His Hair, written in response to the arrest and trial of Oscar Wilde.
highlyeccentric: Anglo-Saxonists decline to do it (Naked Philologist)
[livejournal.com profile] eggs_maledict : Dear Latin: Eeeeeverybody hates you. Including people you haven't met. Please feel free to go cry in a corner, lonely and unloved.
 
[livejournal.com profile] goblinpaladin : Dear Eggs: You made me cry, I'm a telling my mummy on you.
[livejournal.com profile] highlyeccentric : Dear Latin: You don't have a mummy.
[livejournal.com profile] goblinpaladin : Dear Highly:
I DO SO. AND ALSO SHE LOVES ME THE MUCHEST. Sincerely, Latin.
[livejournal.com profile] highlyeccentric : Dear Latin: My Supervisor says your mummy, Proto-Indo-European, didn't exist. So NER. Sincerely, your Germanic would-be-nephew-if-you-had-a-mummy.
[livejournal.com profile] goblinpaladin :
Dear Highly: Proto Indo-European is EVERYONE's mummy. I am descended from...umm... Etruscan? I DON'T KNOW MY MUMMY. BOO-HOO-HOO. I am all ALONE in the world. Sincerely, Latin.
[livejournal.com profile] highlyeccentric : Dear Latin: Sorry about your mummy. We refuse to admit relation to you. Sincerely, the descendants of Proto-Germanic.
[livejournal.com profile] highlyeccentric : Dear Latin: I made a mistake. Frankish is my true love. I wish I could go back and divorce you. Sincerely, French.
[livejournal.com profile] goblinpaladin : Dear French:
That is okay. You never treated me right anyway- you threw away my inflexions and what you did to my pronunciation was just awful. Also, I never loved you anyway. Sincerely, Latin.

And now I realised I missed the opportunity to make etymological 'I wish I could quit you' jokes.
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (shock!)
Those who know [livejournal.com profile] kayloulee  will have already seen this on your flists, but here we go again:

K: I am of the belief that caramel is of the devil. I believe that if there is ever proven to be a devil, that he (or it, I suppose it'd be it) would be made of caramel, and swim in caramel.

Whereupon says I, taking a large and suggestive bite of my Snickers bar: I would be willing to perform upon a caramel devil a good many of the acts described in the Malleus Maleficarum and quite a few acts which are not.

*K dies of laughter*

K: THAT MEANS THAT THE DEVIL WOULD BE SHAPED LIKE A JELLYBABY!

Me: I don't care what shape he is, but if he's as cold as the devil is supposed to be in early witchhunting literature, then that wouldn't be good, because cold caramel just breaks your teeth.

K: But the devil would not be made of Werthers Original or Fantales, because I like those.

Me: I don't like Werthers or Fantales, could I please have a Caramello devil.

K: A devil koala!

Me: I'm not going to get into chocolate devilish bestiality!

K: But it's a candy, not a creature!
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (shock!)
For some reason, K was looking up maps of state/territory divisions in various countries tonight.

[livejournal.com profile] kayloulee: If there's one thing you can say for Americans, they're good at dividing up their country into decent sized chunks. *searches some more* And there's a lot of them!
me: Yeah, but ours are bigger. Our bits are bigger than their bits.
K gives me a *look*
me, in a singsong voice: Our bits are bigger than THEIR bits...
K: But theirs are more fertile!
me: Canada's bits are bigger still.
K: *smug look*
me: But, to be fair, all the biggest bits of Canada are frigid.
K goes back to the original *look*.
K: Oh, hey, you know how everyone goes on about Texas being really HUUUGE? Queensland is bigger than Texas!
me: mhm.
K: Funny how we're comparing bogan states...
me: Thing is, Queensland's probably got more Bit per head, too.
K: ... that sounds dirty.
me: *smug look*
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (One Way)
This entertaining conversation between myself, my boss the Elegant Dutchwoman and the head Chef, henceforth known as Mad Scotswoman.

Highly looks up from reception computer and greets a waiting Student, just as the phone rings.

Highly: Just a moment, while I answer this. Hello, Obvious College Reception, this is Highly Speaking, how may I help you?
Phone, with a crackle for mobile transmission: Hello, Highly, this is Elegant Dutchwoman, calling for Mad Scotswoman. *sounds of students clattering around dining hall* There's quite a few boys here, have you sold any meal tickets?
Highly: Yes, one.
Elegant Dutchwoman, to Mad Scotswoman: Just one.
Mad Scotswoman: Who was it?
Elegant Dutchwoman: Who was it?
Highly: It was Generic Pymble Number Fifty-Five.
Elegant Dutchwoman: It was Generic Pymble Number Fifty-Five.
Mad Scotswoman: Ah, GPN55. *more clattering and banging*
Elegant Dutchwoman: Who else was there?
Highly: No one.
Mad Scotswoman: Well, there's Generic Pymble Number Seventy-Four.
Elegant Dutchwoman: GPN74. Write that down.
Highly writes down GPN74.
Mad Scotswoman: And I there's Generic Pymble Number One Hundred and Nine. Is that GPN109?
Elegant Dutchwoman: Yes, that's GPN109, write that down, Highly.
Highly writes that down.
Elegant Dutchwoman: There was someone else, who was it?
Mad Scotswoman, very reluctantly: Noo... well... there was [livejournal.com profile] kayloulee... with Highly's boyfriend.
Highly: He's not my boyfriend anymore!
Elegant Dutchwoman: He's not her boyfriend anymore.
Mad Scotswoman: He's not her boyfriend anymore?
Highly: He's not my boyfriend anymore, and he often comes to lunch with K without eating anything.
Elegant Dutchwoman: He's not her boyfriend anymore and he often comes to lunch without eating anything.
Mad Scotswoman: Oh.
Elegant Dutchwoman: Write those down!
Highly stares at the things she's already written down, and decides that's enough. Phone hangs up.

Waiting Student: I take it he's not your boyfriend anymore?
highlyeccentric: Steamed broccoli - an image of an angry broccoli floret (steamed)
I wish to share with you the fabulous rantings of my Tawdry Other Woman. Tonight, she combined justified righteous indignation with entertaining phrasing.

KAYLOULEE: Look at this! The headline says Cabbie Guilty of Rape. The first sentence goes An 18-year-old woman who was raped by a taxi driver on her way home after a night out with friends was a virgin who had recently moved to Sydney. I DON'T CARE. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF SHE WAS A VIRGIN. It doesn't matter if she hadn't ever had any sex at all, or if she was a prostitute. YOU DON'T RAPE PEOPLE.

HIGHLY: Why is it important that she was having a night out with friends, either?

KAYLOULEE: I DON'T CARE IF SHE HAS FRIENDS! I don't care if she never goes out! I don't care if she's a recluse who spends all her time at home on Livejournal! You don't rape people!

~

And now, I notice that the second sentence of the article is At the time of the attack, "Jay" (not her real name), believed she was gay. What's that supposed to mean? She changed her mind after being RAPED?
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Default)
Just because it's not Confucian, doesn't mean it's WEIRD. (It means it's interesting.)
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (purple)
From a book the Wife leant me. A conversation between Uncle Hilary, the elderly priest of Big Village, and Malony, an ex-comedian mysteriously masquerading as an Irish handyman. Hilary explains to Malony how it is that he, a parson, suffers from 'failure of faith':

'... You know how it is in the black moments it's always the apparent failure of what you live by that gets you down. Only apparent, of course, for the mere fact that you're wretched because you think your faith's gone means you've got hold of it pretty firmly. If you had no faith you wouldn't care one way or the other, would you?'
'I wouldn't know,' said Malony, with gloomy self-satisfaction. 'I've no faith myself.'
'You've all the marks of it... What made you first take to the drink in Clerkenwell?'
'General ugliness of things. I was a romantic youngster. Thought life ought to be a lot different from what it was. Then a pal of mine let me down.'
'There you are then,' said Hilary comfortably. 'You believed in beauty, in loyalty. Drunk, you still believed in them. If you hadn't, you wouldn't have been drunk. Have some more coffee.'

- Elizabeth Goudge, The Herb of Grace, Coronet Books, Hodder & Stoughton, London, 1965, pp. 237-238.
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (waltrot)
So I finally decided on my flirtatious medieval quote:

12. What's a good quote from medieval literature to use in flirtation?

Now that's a toughie. Personally, I wound up with a boyfriend by being able to quote Satan's speech from the Old English Poem Genesis B at will- "it's horrible here in hell, sometimes it's hot and sometimes it's cold, and sometimes naked men struggle with serpents"- but I suspect that's a peculiar kink of my particular medievalist man.
If you're looking for a more conventional piece, try quoting Heloise (http://www.sacred-texts.com/chr/aah/aah04.htm) to your absent lover:
I am, I confess, a sinner, but one who, far from weeping for her sins, weeps only for her lover; far from abhorring her crimes, longs only to add to them; and who, with a weakness unbecoming my state, please myself continually with the remembrance of past delights when it is impossible to renew them.
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Jesus Called)
A few weeks ago, Archaeostronomy won a special package of Bonus Points from me (not that I imagine he wanted them nor noticed their aquisition), for noting that creationism is an offence to sane christianity just as it is to him.

Today's Bonus Points go to Greta Christina, for pointing out something I hadn't even started to forumulate myself. When people- ok, [livejournal.com profile] goblinpaladin- start on the rant about Christianity, and Christian morality, etc being founded on the 'cowardly' basis of either a) fear of God or b) desire to PLEASE God or c) both, I tend to just shut up and frown. Because it seems wrong, but how is one to argue without declaring one's morality to be nonreligious?1

However, Greta pokes holes in the argument on her own, staunchly athiestic terms.

"The logical conclusion of atheism is amorality/ nihilism/ meaninglessness."

If you've been hanging around the atheism debates for long, you've almost certainly run into this argument....

It's an annoying argument. Largely because it flatly ignores the actual reality on the ground: the fact that most atheists are moral people, aren't nihilistic, and do find great meaning in their lives and the lives of others. It's an argument that prioritizes the believer's own beliefs and prejudices over the actual reality that's sitting three feet in front of them staring them in the face....

I want to talk about a parallel argument that I've seen some atheists make -- an argument that I think is every bit as flawed, every bit as troubling, every bit as willing to ignore evidence in favor of one's own prejudices.

It's the argument that theistic morality is inferior to atheist morality....
The argument goes roughly like this: Theistic morality -- and the idea that theism is necessary to morality, the idea that without a belief in God people will have no reason to be good -- is a childish morality. It's a morality that's based on fear of punishment and the desire for reward... and therefore it's an immature morality. The atheist morality is based on genuine feelings of compassion and empathy and fairness, a deep consciousness that other people have just as much right to live in this world as you yourself do... and therefore, it's a more mature, more truly moral morality than the childish theistic morality that "good" is what you get rewarded for and "bad" is what you get punished for.

And there are two reasons I think this is a bad argument.


Firstly, she argues for the neurological hardwiring of human morality, which sounds very scientific and smart, but probably doesn't make much difference in terms of value judgements like 'cowardly'... the argument is about the terms we FRAME morality in, anyway.

She goes on:

here's my second argument against this idea:

It contradicts reality.

I know a fair number of theists and other religious/ spiritual believers. And they clearly have the same basis for their morality as I do for mine. The believers I know don't do good because they're afraid of Hell. Many of them don't even believe in Hell. They do good for the exact same reasons I do: because they feel compassion and empathy for others, because they believe in justice and fairness, because they understand that other people are people just like they are, because they want to see the world be a better place for everybody.

They may believe that these morals were planted in us by God, while I believe they were planted in us by the evolution of our genetic hard-wiring. But the basic morals, and the basic motivations for those morals, are essentially the same as mine.

And if I don't like it when bigoted theists deny the reality of my morality, then it's not right for me to turn around and be just as big a reality-denying bigot as they are.


So, again: bonus points for including sane religites as a key point of the argument, rather than as a disclaimer clause.

~

1. And I do persist in the, ah, delusion that i do have some religious foundation in my moral system. I'm allowed to be deluded, so ner.
highlyeccentric: Me, in a costume viking helmet - captioned Not A Viking Helmet (not a viking)
My Random Club of the Year- one club I join, whose events I have no intention of going to- is the Sydney Uni History Students Society. Who looked down their noses at me because I mostly take English subjects. Well, YOUR DEPARTMENT CUT YOUR MEDIEVAL 3000 LEVEL UNITS, didn't it? Along with all other 3000 level courses. Hmph.

They sell badges. Mine- which I also bought for [livejournal.com profile] daiskmeliadorn- reads Until I See A Footnote, That's Just An Opinion. I didn't purchase the 'history matters' badge, having read only days ago The Rebel Letter's assertion that poetry does not MATTER, it MEANS.1 I did purchase, for my easily amused B, a badge which read History Students do it in the past. Tense. It occurs to me that this quote, including as it does a conjugation joke, would be better suited to Latin students, but anyway.

The Faculty of Arts staff, along with one postgrad and one undergrad student, hosted a debate entitled Are the Humanities Useless?. It was chaired by Carole Cusack, a formidable and excellent woman, and starred many entertaining people. The first speaker, Chris Hartney, she introduced as a Religious Studies lecturer who believes that God, if perfect, must be able to exist and not exist at the same time, and it is in his non existant form that Chris choses to acknowledge him. This amused me, even thought his arguments against the humanities were the spurious 'outdated', 'unprofitable' sort of ones. The second affirmative speaker, Nick Reimer, caught on to the important point, arguing that a lot of things are useless, and GOOD. Pasta Machines. Cuckoo Clocks. Abstract Art. Younger siblings, but didn't take this argument nearly as far as Rebel Letter or Jonathan Jarrett have been known to. He then proceeded off to talk about people whose lives were ruined by the humanities, and never managed to tie this point together. The third speaker for the affirmative, Vrasidas Karalis, is an inherantly hilarious man.
What is humanities? The study of human beings! Who wants to know himself? Very dangerous!... Humanities gives you the illusion that you are in a position to know yourself, and then when you get to know yourself, you are very disapointed, and then you need psychiatrists...
Humanities is bad for mental stability, creates many fears- for men, castration fear, for women, fear of big dicks!...
Humanities expose our inner moral dillemas. Do we want to have moral dillemas? No! Morality is the defence system of the weak!...
If you follow Humanities, know what is in store for you: problems for yourself, confusion for society, you make your families dysfunctional...


Vras would have won the debate by force of personality, if it weren't for the fact that the negative's final speaker, an undergraduate and student politician, was not only engaging but also had a coherent argument in his five minutes- something the rest of them, used to conference papers and interminable articles, were obviously struggling with.

Said excellent debater was also manning the stall next to Christian Students Uniting. He entertained us by running around interrogating all the christian clubs about evolution and homosexuality, and coming back to heap praises upon us for not opposing either, informing us that 'Jesus loves you guys best!'. B is obviously bad for me- a year ago, I would have found him intimidating and annoying, if not for his militant athiesm, certainly for his student-politician demeanour. As it happens, I found him immensely entertaining and a sincere sort of person, and I should like to hang out with him again, given the chance. He bought our T-shirt, on grounds of its amusement. It reads:

Will Jesus return as a cyborg pirate ninja? Asking the big theological questions- Christian Students Uniting

The universal opinion seems to be that yes, he will. [livejournal.com profile] daiskmeliadorn got into a long conversation with a catholic friar over the 'glorified body of christ' as a result of these t-shirts.

So there you go. That was O-Week 08.

****

1. Mind you, I personally would say that anything which MEANS must MATTER (ie, be of importance), but that not all IMPORTANT things are USEFUL, and history, like poetry, is one of them.

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