Thursday, September 12, 2002 ~ Comments Off
Tuppence worth
Much has been written and said about A Rush of Blood to the Head, but I have to add my say.
It’s fucking brilliant.
Sorry, wish I could be a bit more sophisticated and intellectual about it.
[Post written in a darkened room, with only the phosphor glow, my Sennheiser headphones, and the aforementioned CD for company - bliss]
Thursday, September 12, 2002 ~ Comments Off
To look for a needle in a hay bundle
Take the occasion for the hairs.
In the country of blinds, the one eyed man are kings.
“This 1883 book is without question the worst phrasebook ever written. The writer, Pedro Carolino, who was Portuguese, did not particularly speak English, nor did he have a Portuguese-English dictionary available. Instead, he worked with a French-English phrasebook and a Portuguese-French dictionary. The results, I’m sure you’ll agree, are staggering. “
Thursday, September 12, 2002 ~ Comments Off
Countries
I live in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (of which Scotland forms a part). This is also known as the United Kingdom, or the UK. *
Yet I was under the impression that the ‘United Kingdom’ was not a country. I’m not sure why, possibly I picked up something erroneous at school, or I’ve just formed that view in my own head. So let’s just clarify things:
United (verb): to put together to form a single unit, to link by a legal or moral bond.
Kingdom (noun): a politically organized community or major territorial unit having a monarchical form of government headed by a king or queen.
“The United Kingdom includes: England, Wales, Scotland, Northern Ireland & The territorial sea extending 12 miles out from the shore-line are also part of the United Kingdom for tax purposes.” **
Well if that taxman said it, it must be true!
* Source: CIA World Factbook
** Source: Inland Revenue
(OK so this is all a thinly disguised attempt to offer a link to the fascinating, if a year out of date, CIA World Factbook)
Thursday, September 12, 2002 ~ Comments Off
Yesterday
I decided not to post yesterday. Partly out of respect, partly out of a desire not to add my clumsy thoughts on the matter, but mainly because I’m still not sure what I want to say, what I should say.
I did write down some of my thoughts about the events last year, but for the first time I’ve actually edited them down dramatically. After I started writing I found, very quickly, that I couldn’t stop and soon I was very off on tangents, running with the emotion, trying to logically argue my view point.
“I don’t know how to process this” – a quote from a New Yorker. He is not alone in that respect.