Look! The Jesus from Swiebodzin is going away <3
Look! The Jesus from Swiebodzin is going away <3
I was going to sleep, but I’m still all smug about having written 25 pages today. 25 pages, guys(1).
Anyway, somewhere between page 16 and page 16 1/2 I took a break and read “Itineraries and travellers in the Middle Assyrian Period” by Betina Faist, from SAAB XV/2006, where I found the following edifying(2) quotes.
1) Having summed up various peculiarities of travel during the MA (Middle Assyrian) period, BF states:
“Finally, a brief mention is owed to aspects unattested so far. In the religious realm, we do not have any indications referring to pilgrimages to the important shrines.”
Tsk, tsk, Betina. Something obvious and self-evident in your culture doesn’t have to be obvious, self-evident, expected or even present at all in others. Take Introduction to Anthropology or something, plz.
2) Trying to tie-up things cutely — something I’m absolutely in favour of — Betina(3) quotes a 1755 letter of a Frederick the Great, king of Prussia, to his sister, Wilhelmine, who was very enthusiastic about her journey to Italy:
“…I have a very high regard of the beauty of Italy, her wonderful climate, her monuments, her past greatness as well as her modern buildings. …But I also believe the Italians to be great braggarts; they exaggerate the beauty and the value of their paintings, their statues, and a thousand things more. Everything is uno spavento, una maraviglia; big words that do not stir my ear more than would the noise of a turnspit [a kind of dog -Sendai]. …I believe if I saw Italy I should not always agree with the ciceroni, which would console me for my fatherland’s barrenness; otherwise, the comparison would be too humiliating for poor Germany…”
Aww, poor Germany.
(Done commiserating yet? Hurr hurr)
Anyway, what we have here is a typically occidental assumption that people actually mean what they say. The assumption is naturally based on the firm yet quaint conviction that people always do what they should do.
(Incidentally, this conviction also allows us to date the letter as having been written sometime before the French Revolution derp)
Anyway, it is perhaps useful to suggest to puzzled Frederick a better approach to understanding the confusingly enthusiastic Italian guides. Or, even, two approaches:
A) The guides are lying. They don’t in fact think that the Italian landscape is anything like anything they imagine a wonder to be; but they have to sell it somehow, hence the unscrupulous use of more florid turn of phrase. They do not in fact intend to communicate their honest opinion about anything at all, but rather say what they think a customer might want to hear.
B) From a pragmatic standpoint, calling something “a wonder” might mean much less to a native speaker of Italian than it would mean to a native speaker of German.
Both approaches would need testing, of course.
This is all nerd jokes and useless pedantry, as Frederick the Great’s couldn’t have possibly known anything about the 20th century developments in linguistics.
Betina, however, could have. Alas, directly following the Frederick the Great quote:
“Sources of that nature, relevant to the cultural aspect of travel, are completely absent from our material. Nevertheless, I can imagine Tukulti-Ninurta I reclined (sic) on his throne and musing in a similar way after having received the Egyptian delegation.”
Tsk, tsk, Betina. I recommend taking Introduction to Modern Linguistics.
Also: ah, the subtle difference between absolutism and enlightened absolutism hurr hurr de hurr(5).
Nonetheless, it was a very interesting read, not only because I immediately visualised Tukulti-Ninurta musing about his Vaterland.
Aw, it’s 3 am already, I can sleep n_n
(1) There are no words in any language I know for how smug I am. The smugness; it fills my entire room, oozes through windows, and gently slinks down onto the street; then rushes to left – towards the cathedral – or right – towards the Rhine, but then it gets worse still, but I can’t see anything, once it disappears behind the corner.
No words, srsly.
(2) I feel more edified than the cathedral today.
And the big one in Mainz, too.
(3) I’m terribly sorry (not), but the name “Betina” makes my wretched black little heart warm and gives me fuzzy feelings of malicious glee. I can’t not use the name. It is imperative that I use the name.
Betina, Betina, Betina~~~~~~~
I will not be stopped.
(5) For those of you who might be confused, a journey:
– in enlightened absolutism means going abroad and making a couple of sketches, preferably of ruins,
– in Tukulti-Ninurta’s “absolutism” would mean going abroad with an army and making a couple of conquests, preferably leaving behind only ruins.
＊＊ 英：Fucking rain, bloody rain, bloody fucking rain, 波：Zasrany deszcz, pieprzony deszcz, cholerny deszcz等々、独：ｖerfluchteｒ Regen, verdammter Regen。他の言語にも十二分にありえますが。
1) The German one: Sag JA zum Papst:
2) The French one. The French one is tricky, because it shows you a penis, and a condom, and the penis and the condom together. This is why we have to note that it is NSFW. It’s also about AIDS. This is why its says things about people dying. On the upside, it’s got English subtitles: Des majorettes dans l’espace:
1. Figure skating is such a girly sport. Where by ‘girly’ clearly some sort of inferiority is meant.
This means that men who are exceptionally good at such a ‘girly’ thing can’t be, like, real men or something, like Johnny Weir:
“This may not be politically correct,” Mailhot said during the segment, in which Weir … was shown sporting a semi-sheer, pink-and-black costume he designed himself.
“But do you think he lost points due to his costume and his body language?”
Goldberg replied that Weir’s feminine style may reflect badly on other male figure skaters.
“They’ll think all the boys who skate will end up like him,” he said. “It sets a bad example.” (source)
Let me just-
There’s nothing offensive, insulting, ironic, sarcastic or cynical that could make this statement more ridiculous, absurd and surrealistic than it already is. Mailhot is so stupid he’s like a parody of himself.
“We should make him [Johnny Weir] pass a gender test at this point,” Goldberg said, and Mailhot then jokingly suggested Weir should compete in the women’s competition. (source)
As if his complete gender fail weren’t enough, Mailhot& Goldberg also had to be offensive to trans people. Is there some sort of award they give for that sort of idiotic, mindless, thickety thick clueless fuckwittedness? Because, I’d like to propose Mr Mailhot as a candidate.
Meanwhile, the rest of the world can enjoy Johnny Weir dancing to Lady Gaga’s Poker Face:
Somehow, the Koreans seemed pretty enthusiastic.
(I HATE PEOPLE WHO PREVENT ME FROM NOT CARING ABOUT THE OLYMPICS. MAILHOT WILL PAY ONE DAY)
2. The best game ever:
My review will be very short and to the point: UNICORNS!!!!!!!1!!!!!
(via MRW <3<3<3)
3. Also, in Oppenheim, Rheinland-Pfalz, where I currently reside, it’s all Suddenly!Spring. BIZARRE VERY BIZARRE.
1. YES I CAN HAS THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH FINALLY.
My book-sniffing skills turned out to be awesome after all(1)! I haven’t got the time today, so I’ve only read about 60 pages so far, but! Awesome!
I liked: the stuff about ultra-violet and primroses, and how Dawkins emphasises that creationism has a lot to do with complete and utter ignorance.
2. The “poor expats who can’t get used to live in their cruelly culturally different host country” meme is as robust as ever, but what about the ex-expats? I’m concerned!
This is because I spent 30 minutes being lost, because I forgot that “the first floor” means actually “second floor”. Or at least it would, if I were still in Japan.
Note to self: first floor is second, the real first floor is zero. Must concentrate moar.
3. I have discovered the most ridiculous meme ever. How could I miss it before, I asked myself today, looking stupidly at pictures that will remain undisclosed for a couple of days, as I will be collecting evidence in the library.
Hint: fish and funny hats are involved.
(Well, a bit(2))
4. Apparently Claude Levi-Strauss died.
I… I have to say, I can’t really be upset, because until today I was sure he had died already.
So, in a way, when I went online, my worst fears were confirmed :( Thank you for fun times with Tristes Tropiques, Claude, and inspiring one of my favourite profs when he was young.
5. I have to confess: I’ve been having the urge to look for moar vaccine-deniers on the intertubes all the time lately(3). I’ll start posting when my hands will stop obeying me and continue typing on their own even when I sleep. SLEEEEP!
6. For all internet troll aficionados, a tragic news indeed: Tom Estes, the voluble pastor of the Hard Truth fame (?), seems to have deleted himself from the interwebs. I, for one, will be inconsolable for weeks to come, and I haven’t even broken the news to Dan yet :\ The last googlable post (a bit stale). Google Cache to the rescue: he flounced ’cause “I’m no longer all that intrigued by Pharytales, or Helga’s Battle-ax, or the NotSoFreeThinker, and I think the reason for the that is because they are so repetitive in nature. Basically what they do everyday is criticize rational Christians, and for a while it made me angry, then I found it amusing, but now it’s just tired.”
(You can also follow his rants on Twitter:
Anyway, RIP, Hard Truth!
(1) Throw some ink at me. I could probably tell which genre it came from.
(2) The other bit is that I like the word “chariot”. Chariot!
(3) Shooting fish in a barrel much? And yet!