Monday, August 06, 2007

[bitta bovver] lewis and fernando

"I'm the top driver, Lewis."

"No, I'm the top driver, Fernie."

"No - you new kid on block. Vete a la mierda, Cabron! Tu mama calata! Tu madre tiene un bigote ... deje el cuolo de mi novia paz! Joder! Comprate un bosque y pierdete dentro."

"I love you too, Fernie."


Wouldn't you find it galling? You drive for the same team, you are the highly paid star, the team tells your running mate to move over and let you through, he refuses, you then get your revenge by stalling him in the pits, you're penalized and then the bstd goes on to win the race.

What do you do? You say things like:

"But I guess he will have a different relationship with the team in the next race, because I don't think they are very happy, and I will have the same one (relationship)."

and:

The Spaniard admitted to BBC Sport he was not being treated in the way he expected he would be by McLaren. Asked if he was happy to stay at McLaren, Alonso said: "We'll see."

And Ron Dennis's view of the matter?

"Отношения у двух пилотов натянутые, они оба молодые и оба чрезвычайно любят соревноваться, оба лидируют в чемпионской гонке. Это тяжелое для команды время, ответственность лежит на обоих пилотах", - сказал Деннис.

I'm enjoying it as, clearly, are the Russians. Anyway, we've always had a bit of trouble kow-towing to the Spaniards.

[misandry] as destructive as misogyny

My heart is lifted.

There are some, not a majority, of truly excellent rhetorical writers and a few who are truly unsung. Cassandra is shut away in the high white tower of her Lighthouse and though she's radiant in her style, sadly, not many will share her convictions.

I do.

It is glaringly obvious to many by now that I am opposed to radical feminism, among other things, for reasons outlined here and here.

However, the feminist construct placed upon me as a closet misogynist you can judge for yourself as I acknowledge Cassandra, on bended knee, as my master [or perhaps mistress] in the field of rhetoric and in general, am overawed by the power of intellect and beauty combined in so many women, to which there is no masculine defence.

To the point. Commenting on Virginia Woolf, Cassandra posts:

Theodore Dalrymple decries the icon of women's literature Three Guineas as the locus classicus of self-pity and victimhood and suggests an alternative title: "How to be Privileged and Yet Feel Extremely Aggrieved".

Current Postmoderns (Pomos) must have taken several leaves out of the Woolf book, as she is no doubt the uncrowned queen of the ludicrous equation and false analogy; of logic so bent it could put the kitchen plumbing to shame.

Unrestrained emotions and high strung aesthetics notwithstanding, Woolf leaves our contemporary Pomos far behind in the use of false analogies and the inability to distinguish metaphor from literal truth. Dalrymple: She "... collapse[s] all relevant moral distinctions, a technique vital to all schools of resentment ...

Ruth Malhotra - pro-reason, anti-feminist

I throw misandry into the same pit of ordure as misogyny and quote a little Woolf:

- There is no real difference between a university degree convocation and a Nuremberg rally;

- A club not admitting women members is the same as Nazi death camp Treblinka.

- Both the British policeman and the Nazi stormtrooper wore a uniform", rendering them both brutes.

It's not that there is zero value in the sentiment but it is the "all or nothing" generalizations which are so galling. For example, there is a certain amount to be said for this one:

Were men to see the error of their ways and consider women their equals (you see what feats of logic can be accomplished once you set your mind to it), the will to war would vanish as by miracle.

War is caused by those who finance it, who suggest then enable it, whilst grooming leaders in their image over the centuries to be amenable to their persuasion. In this group are women. I won't name her but the ex-head of Tesco is one of these. Sutherland, Kaletsky and Balls are three of the men.

These groups are dominated by men but the women are right in there doing their worst as well. Felicia Cavasse, Veronique Morali, Birgit Breuel, Virginia Rogononi are just some of the names of those who've sold their souls.

Would there be war without men in charge? Of course there would - the finance needs war. But Woolf, who from her privileged background must have had some inkling of this, ignores it in her misandropic rantings.

It was Germaine Greer who said:

'Bitter women will call you to rebellion but you have too much to do. What will you do?" [The Female Eunuch]

It is the same bitterness as the misogynist who says all women want is money; it's no different in its mindset, this virulent feminism. It's a form of socialism in that it readily leaps to draconian legislative solutions and compulsion.

Minette Marrin [herself a CFR but let's not hold that against her here], put it succinctly:

…when I recently wanted to write a book called The Misandrist my publisher told me the title would be incomprehensible. This is odd, because there is misandry all around us, even if it is a feeling that dares not speak its name. It is misandry that has so muddied the waters of the current debate about rape and date-rape, and led to so much wilful misunderstanding.

There is a terrible danger that these attitudes are going to alienate men from women even more tragically than nature did in the first place ... Of course it is not difficult to understand misandry. But it would be a tragic mistake to be as unjust to men as they have traditionally been to us. Yet that is what women seem constantly tempted to do...

Over many articles she has quoted many instances, of which this is one:

Misunderstanding is the word for it - last year Cosmopolitan reported that hundreds of women wrote in to say that until they read the magazine's article on date-rape, they had not realised they had been raped. And if they did not know it at the time, how could their unfortunate assailants?

To the feminist - a plea - don't you understand that being "anti-bitterness" between the genders - being against anything which contrives to drive a wedge between men and women, through a one-sided misunderstanding and indifference to the other side's sensitivities, does not necessarily constitute being "anti-women"?

What gives the feminist the monopoly on speaking for women any more than this man speaks for men? [I just picked one at random from the net].

It's the old story - the sane and rational rarely get a look in and when they do speak, they're drowned out by the radical.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

[windigo] taming the monster inside

Love the understatement:

The Canadian Encyclopedia describes Windigo as a "spirit...that takes possession of vulnerable persons and causes them to engage in various antisocial behaviours, most notably cannibalism."

Steve Pitt gives the lowdown:

Sometimes a Windigo breathes fire. It can talk, but mostly it hisses and howls. Windigos can fly on the winds of a blizzard or walk across water without sinking. They are stronger than a grizzly bear and run faster than any human being, which is bad news because human flesh happens to be a Windigo's favourite food.

In most cases, it was believed that white people were immune to becoming either victims of or Windigos themselves but John Long, a Hudson's Bay trader travelling through Ontario in the year 1799, came across a white Windigo. The victim did not become a towering, fire-breathing monster but he did exhibit the classic symptoms of Windigo Psychosis.

So much for the story and it is repeated here by but there is a serious psychological point behind it which the Ojibwa appreciated:

Almost all Windigos are self-created, Basil H. Johnston, Ojibwa scholar, states. A Windigo was a human whose selfishness has overpowered his self-control to the point that satisfaction is no longer possible. That is why Windigos are always hungry no matter how much they eat. In former times Ojibwa people would strive to keep their selfishness under control.

Now we're getting closer to home. Do you know anyone whose lust for something or someone - money, sex, power, overcomes his/her "human-ness" and the person becomes not unlike a monster? The more he has, the more he needs. He consumes and having consumed, moves on to another victim.

He can't be reasoned with, he doesn't operate that way any more.

The Cree tried to bribe the Windigo by offering him gifts but the Algonkin killed him quickly before he could kill them. I prefer to think the Windigo can somehow come out of it himself.

At least it has to start that way. Then it's a brave person who will come to the rescue.

[crossroads] blogosphere meets politisphere

So the Yearly Kos Convention has taken place and the Democratic big guns were all there. Does this mean the blogosphere is indeed packing a punch in the political sphere? The Boston Globe reports:

The "Netroots," as the progressive blogging community has dubbed itself, has in only a couple of years become a major force in electoral politics, able to influence what gets covered in the media, raise money, and whip up partisan outrage.

The Netroots helped the Democrats take back Congress last year. Yet the presidential candidate they championed in 2004, Howard Dean, failed miserably. And their antiwar candidate for Senate in Connecticut, Ned Lamont, lost last fall even after defeating longtime incumbent Joseph Lieberman in the Democratic primary.

In Britain, the closest anyone has got to influence was the Guido debacle, although 18 Doughty Street certainly has its moments.

Hard to know how much influence we have. We certainly see that others think like us - other bloggers, that is.

[zero sum blogging] not just a bp issue

Lord Nazh posted recently on a matter which Pommygranate had previously posted on.

Visitors.

They both have a case and I see it as a question of:

1. a "zero sum game";

2. you have to walk before you can run.

Everyone wants to be read and appreciated. Everyone wants 200+ uniques a day. Many want entry into the unofficial "club" of established bloggers, especially the political males, a club with gentle ribbing and repartee. Some of the guys want this "real bad" and only frequent big boy blogs.

No one wants to be stuck down in the 50 or so uniques, almost begging for someone to visit. But it takes time and one must have a product to start with and blog consistently. You can't fail to blog for a month and then e-mail someone to nominate you for the Dale 100.

There are those, not many, who couldn't care less about stats - as long as their blogfriends visit, they're happy but these are a minority. Into this scenario came Blogpower last December and BP carried a clear obligation - visit others as you would have them visit you.

Now, before going any further, yes I'm aware:

1. it's the holidays and many are away;

2. it's hot and people are at the beach and outdoors;

3. people are tired after a gruelling working year.

Nevertheless, yesterday, I did a trawl through every Blogpower blog and the result was grim. Leaving aside those who have posted that they're away, there were 5 who were hardly blogging at all anyway, about 7 who regularly visit others but a whopping 22 who clearly do not visit others [at least they don't appear on MyBlogLog or in the comments] and this is contrary to the agreement.

Yet I then go to Dale/Eugenides/Dillow/Worstall/Croydonian/Dizzy and many of these 22 are out in force. And some of these 22 are the most vocal in the sphere about rights and wrongs.

I'm sorry but this is just unfair to fellow members. Let's look at this scenario:

Let's say I run a blog called Daily Comment. On Tuesdays I have up to 80 visitors but on the weekend it can drop to 35 or 40. These 40 are all good people and close blogfriends, plus a few google hits and referrals.

I join Blogpower. Instantly the regular 7 start visiting, sometimes twice a day and what's more - they're commenting intelligently [generally] on what I said. Oh gosh. Yippee.

Now twenty or thirty other BPers start to trickle in and my next Tuesday shows over 100 uniques. Avidly I visit others and slowly my Tuesdays and even Wednesdays stay over 100.

Nice theory but as Lord Nazh says, the reality is different. No more than 4 or 5 are visiting him from BP but I know he is visiting dozens. This isn't a zero sum game. It's a minus. This negates the whole purpose of Blogpower and it's not just endemic to us either.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

[blogfocus saturday] the silly season

We're definitely in the silly season when major bloggers turn off the moderation and word verification in an effort to get commenters and when almost everyone talks of going away for some time.

The clever get other bloggers to guest post during the hiatus but it's a losing game really - people just aren't blogging to the same extent. We begin with a triumvirate of friends and there was a recent birthday party extraordinaire.

1 Geoff Jones explains the itinerary:

On Saturday July 28th I finally come off age. That is the age when you get free bus tickets, 30% of rail travel and 10% of ski passes.

Everyone is welcome to join me at one or more of the following places on the big day.

09:00 In line at Cambridge railway station to collect my pass :-)

10:30 Swimming at Jesus Green followed by celebratory drink.

11:30 Walk to Grantchester and lunch at The Orchard

15:00 Punting on upper river (weather permitting).

19:30 See Taming of the Shrew in the gardens of St Johns College (Queens Road entrance).

2 And Sally in Norfolk reports on it:

My favorite part of the day was going to see Taming of the shrew in the gardens of St Johns college. It was so good I almost didn’t notice that it was pouring down with rain. My cake turned out really well and was enjoyed by everyone… not a crumb was left.

3 But Ellee Seymour was elsewhere engaged at the time:

When we last stayed in Centre Parcs two years ago, I was in the spa having a detox seaweed wrap and had been coated all over with green slimy stuff and wrapped in silver foil, the lights were dimmed, the music played softly and I was dreamily dozing off when the fire alarm suddenly went off. I half hoped/dreaded a hunky fireman would come and rescue me, but I was unceremoniously rushed into the shower by staff and ushered out quickly in a toweling robe; and all for nothing as it turned out to be a false alarm.

4 Meanwhile, either in South Africa or Scotland, not sure which, The Good Woman reflects on expat bloggers:

Expat postings can be compared to marriages. At first there's the frisson of being in something new - finding your way around, forming early opinions, the desire to be open minded and to make it work. Then there's the wedding - the day you find your new home, the furniture arrives and you celebrate having done it.

The honeymoon follows closely thereafter. The routine is new and, therefore, not boring. You relish the new things that are better than the old things that irked in your last posting. You begin to explore your new home. But it still feels like a long holiday.

5 Juliet Pain or Julie if you wish goes back in time to the day the dingo supposedly took the baby:

The Lindy Chamberlain case (1980s), wherein baby Azaria was carried off by dingos, while the mother was accused and found guilty of her murder, being sentenced to life in prison. Some years later the torn and blood stained clothing belonging to baby Azaria was found, upholding the mother's version of events, that she had been taken by dingos.

6 Ian Russell went to WOMAD and reflects on the hygienic standards in eating in public places:

Furthermore, she said, getting into her stride, this is also why there is a ridiculous amount of wrapping of foodstuffs in shops. A banana in cling film?! Onions in a plastic bag?! Plastic bags provided for all sorts of foodstuffs already blessed by nature with a hermetic, inedible coverings?! She certainly does have a point. Modern western human is paranoid about picking up germs.

7 Mr. Fact earned one cent from his AdSense and wonders:

Does anyone know people who actually make any money from Google Adsense? As today’s total shows, I’m not sure it’s worth it to have all those irritating ads on the page (but are they more irritating than the text itself?) - although it would appear that some people can use it properly… Do you hate them (the ads, not the people who make thousands with them)? Should I get rid of them?

8 Inspector Phil A is right on the case of the EU and its clandestine wording of the constitution which was rejected in referenda but went ahead anyway:

The official English translation of the New EU Constitutional ‘Treaty’ is now out – It has not gone unnoticed that they waited until Parliament were off on their 10 week summer break. They have taken out the actual word 'constitution' and have avoided enshrining legal status to the EU flag, motto and anthem.

They have done a Find/Replace on ‘Foreign Minister’ and changed those references to ‘High Representative’. Mmmm - ‘Catchy’. They must have been reading Lord of the Rings again.

I'd like to announce that I shall not be going away on holiday and though my stats have suffered an extraordinarily major and inexplicable [to me] slump today, still we'll soldier on and reiterate that it's the quality of the readership, not the quantity.

Hope to see you on Wednesday evening.

[celeb couples] pass me the paper bag

I looked for ages for a suitable celeb couple photo, from Lennon/Ono to Brangelina and they were all sickening. Had to go back to a real celeb couple here.

Devout Christian Scientist Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes "have reportedly decided to pose nude for a magazine", in accordance with their beliefs.

As Michelle Johnson of the Melbourne Age pleads:

Tom, please, we've already been scarred by your couch-jumping antics and public displays of affection - enough is enough!

Or as one of the commenters pleaded:

Why can't couples just do it like john and yoko - straight up nude no effects with lighting or props or computers just "have a look at me todger and check out me missus tits".

Bogie and Bacall were my parents' generation so it's hardly likely that they would be touted by me as a romantic couple and yet who else since the 50s would be worthy to tie their boot laces? Posh and Becks?

Of course you recognize this famous couple, don't you?

[stop press] female gives birth

Birthday cake for previous daughter, Su Lin

Hot off the world press today - a 16-year-old female has given birth after two and a half hours in labour:

The cub's gender was not immediately known. "All we've seen so far is a leg and a tail," said Dr Ron Swaisgood, co-head of [San Diego Zoo's] panda program.

"Usually the mother will bobble the cub or her paw will slip and the cub will cry until it's repositioned," said Swaisgood. "But [Bai Yun] was keeping that cub so content it didn't cry at all.
It made a few squawks and that was it."

I'm getting confused with this family tree. Bai Yun, Hua Mei, Su Lin. And do Panda's really squawk? These are the pressing questions this Saturday morning. Have a nice day.

[moral rearmament] have to go to iceland

Blonde pole-dancing in her natural glory

Like this one a lot:

Goldfinger in Kópavogur, Iceland’s only remaining strip club, is without a license to host strip shows after Reykjavík’s police chief refused to recommend the issue of a permit for the club.

The owner fights back hard:

In an interview with Fréttabladid daily, Ásgeir Davídsson, the owner of Goldfinger, argues that no strip dance has taken place in his club since the new law came into force because the girls aren’t completely nude. He says he going to appeal the decision of the police chief to the Ministry of Justice. “I feel like I’m living in a police state where it’s up to one man what will happen,” he says.


All right, I know you think I cheated you over the blonde. So here's a real girl in all her glory.

Friday, August 03, 2007

[eyes wide shut] or some other inanity

Bit of a gruelling day and the eyes are closing up. Can't see the screen. Want to answer your comments and visit but tomorrow morning now, if you'll permit. Night night.