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Offensive

xmastreeMy eBay account manager sent me an email today containing this image* of a so-called “Christmas” “Tree”. As a tree-worshipper, I found this extremely offensive. Suppose I celebrated my holiday with an image of the Baby Jesus cut off at the ankles and adorned with baubles!

Of course, it is only a few weeks since we had the travesty of a religious festival that is Hallowe’en. How do you think witches feel when, on the one night of the year that they are allowed out, the streets are filled with children in ill-fitting costumes with bags stuffed with sweets? It’s about time that we showed them some respect and banned plastic pumpkins, and returned to the real meaning of Hallowe’en with some goat-sacrifice, sky-clad dancing and suggestiveness with broomsticks.

* The factually accurate part of this post ends here.

The paucity of hope

Someone, somewhere -

I’m convinced it was in Prozac Nation but I’ve read it three times trying to find the section I think I remember, and I can’t. But I’m sure it was Elizabeth Wurtzel, quoting her therapist.

- says that depression uses anything it can find to fuel itself. That something which once made you happy, that took you away from depression, will, in the end, inevitably become part of that depression.

It’s true.

Someone else, somewhere -

It was written by Terry Pratchett, I’ve forgotten in which book and if I go look, I’ll get lost in L-Space.

- says that the only thing faster than the speed of light is darkness, because however fast light goes, the darkness is there waiting for it when it arrives.

That’s true too.

And you can run, and run, and run, spend your life running, *from* or *to*, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you’re running from, and what you’re running to, even if there is something to run to, because what will be there at the end of it, is the same.

RIP, Oliver Postgate

The king was dead. Great was the sadness and loud the wailing. The flags on the houses were pulled to half mast and the great bell rang.

Rest in peace.

When people used to ask me why I was studying Anglo-Saxon, I told them it was because I’d read too much Tolkien at a young age. This was inaccurate. At a still younger age, I’d been completely captivated by The Saga of Noggin the Nog, and the opening lines that hypnotised me in the books, and even more so when read in Oliver Postgate’s lovely voice:

In the lands of the North, where the Black Rocks stand guard against the cold sea, in the dark night that is very long, the Men of the Northlands sit by their great log fires and they tell a tale…

C.S. Lewis talked about reading

I heard a voice, that cried,
“Balder the beautiful
Is dead, is dead!”
And through the misty air
Passed like the mournful cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.

He later wrote of that moment

instantly I was uplifted into huge regions of northern sky, I desired with almost sickening intensity something never to be described

Lewis had Longfellow; me, I had Oliver Postgate.

Children’s dictionary gets edited; some people very cross

ojdThe Telegraph reports that lots of words have been removed from the Oxford Junior Dictionary. The lists of removed words they print - with no indication whether these are exhaustive or not - are big on animals and plants, with a sprinkling of imperial and religious terms also gone. Complaints are concentrating on the “words associated with Christianity and British History” - plants and animals being, apparently, less worth whipping up outrage fighting for.

The way some commentators are talking*, you’d think that these words had been banned from use. They haven’t. They’ve been removed from a children’s dictionary, which is possibly the single most useless reference book published in the UK today.

Even when I was a child, I did not get the point of children’s dictionaries. “If you don’t know how to spell it, look it up in the dictionary,” my junior school teachers used to say. “If I don’t know how to spell it, how can I look it up in an alphabetised reference work?” I used to think, very loudly, and wish I were the sort of naughty child who would have said that out loud to a teacher. I would imagine today, schoolchildren are more likely to use Google to check a spelling than pick up a dictionary, and rightly so: it’s a much more effective tool. When was the last time a dictionary asked you “did you mean….”?

And if you’re using a dictionary to look up the meaning of a word, then you’re not going to need a children’s dictionary, which has since time immemorial contained only a dull culling of impoverished vocabulary. Anyone who doesn’t know the meaning of “blog” or “celebrity” already isn’t going to bother looking it up in a book.

If, on the other hand, your child is an embryo word-whore, she’s already reading the grown-up dictionary for herself, cover to cover: she despises the children’s dictionary. Take it from one who did.

So I start to wonder what the purpose of a children’s dictionary really is. To be a gift from a relative who really should do better? To make parents feel smug because they have such a book on the shelf? To be a list of words we think our children ought to know?

Even if Christianity is a thing you want to teach your children (or teach your children about, which is something entirely different), most of the religious words the OJD has lost have got nothing to do with twenty-first century Christianity. Abbey, monastery, nunnery, monk, nun: these were torn out of the Church in England in 1541, just as pews and pulpits were torn out of ‘modernised’ church buildings in the second half of the twentieth century. Call it a blow against the teaching of history if you like, but it’s not a blow against Christianity because these are words that Christianity itself has given up. They have as much to do with the life of the average eight year old as gooseberry, porcupine, allotment.

Vineeta Gupta, head of children’s dictionaries at OUP, makes a reasonable point: “We are limited by how big the dictionary can be – little hands must be able to handle it.”

Ms Gupta’s right, of course. But from the vile and racist comments being aimed at her in the Telegraph’s comments, you’d think a dictionary was a work of propaganda, a list of what Every English Child ought to know. Are we really calling this stunted list of mundane words aspirational? I don’t think so. If anything, it’s a lowest common denominator: if your kids don’t know these, then there’s something wrong.

* though I must admit, I’m quite pleased that so many are citing NewSpeak rather than reaching automatically for the Nazis.

The Beeb hath a tweet

bbc-twitterI love how half-hearted the BBC are about their link to their Twitter stream. No wankr 2.0s here ;-)

Comments

Troubled Diva Mike once said a wise thing:

I think it’s dangerous to set too much store by the number of comments that one receives. From my own experience, the pieces which I’m happiest with are often the pieces which get the fewest numbers of comments. There’s no correlation. They’re no good as an index of appreciation - no good at all.

I think he was right, but also hopelessly optimistic if he thought that thought could spread. We’ve all been there, bearing* our soul, only to see “0 comments” sitting there forever, while the newest crap from Quizilla gathers dozens of “ooh, me too!”s.

Sometimes, it’s a problem. There are posts where I’ve clicked the comments box a dozen times, written stuff, deleted it, left without saying anything. People I love have posted about death, divorce, disease and disaster, and I have remained silent. Even though in my heart, I’m doing that secular version of praying that I call “thinking good thoughts of you”, I’ve written nothing publicly for them or others to see. “(((hugs)))”? No thanks.

And maybe it’s mainly when I write about mental, but it seems to happen a lot: the comment that says “I haven’t got anything to say, I just wanted you to know I read this”. My pre-WordPress alter-ego had a solution: the “I read this” button. Instead of leaving a comment, it leaves just a linked signature (”Sue read this post”) gravatarred and datestamped as normal.

Let me know what you think. If anyone else wants it, and if I can figure out how, I might make this a WP plugin.

* that started out as a typo, but somehow, it seems too apposite to edit.

New words. Meh.

Collins are to include the word ‘meh’ in the new edition of their dictionary, to be published next year. This is an odd little story. Elaine Higgleton, the editorial director at Collins Dictionaries, makes it sound like an ordinary vocabulary test:

We ran this campaign to encourage the public to tell us about the words that they use every day, but that aren’t in the dictionary.

But the piece reads more like Strictly Come Dictionary, with meh having somehow outdanced its fellow neologisms to make it to the hallowed pages. Its competitors - jargonaut, frenemy, huggles are cited - are John Sergeants of words: their ugliness makes them irresistable for a moment, but you know you’ll dump them for words that can really dance.

For anyone who *hasn’t* had a conversation with me recently, “meh” is an expression of extreme indifference or boredom. Its origins are disputed, though its popularity - like my other favourite embiggen - is almost certainly due to its use in The Simpsons. Episode 2F15 is the earliest I know of:

Bart: [whining] Oh, these renaissance fairs are so boring.
Marge: Oh, really? Did you see the loom? I took loom in high school.
[Marge hums, quickly weaves "Hi Bart, I am weaving on a loom"]
Bart: [pause] Meh.

But perhaps more importantly, episode CABF09 for the actual spelling:

Homer: Kids, how would you like to go to … Blockoland!
Bart & Lisa: Meh.
Homer: But the TV gave me the impression that –
Bart: We said, “Meh!”
Lisa: M. E. H. Meh.

I’m so delighted, I think I’ll get one of these to celebrate.

D’oh made the OED back in 2001

Just

So if you’ve missed the story, here it is: Abraham Biggs, a 19 year old man from Florida broadcast his death by overdose via webcam. He had previously stated his intention to commit suicide on a bodybuilding forum, and then had posted a link to his webcam stream over justin.tv.

Piecing together exactly what happened when is difficult. It’s not clear from the press reporting whether people were watching this video stream for hours, or for about 30-40 minutes. Some of the forum’s users, apparently including a moderator of the site, did not take his threats seriously because he had talked about suicide before on several occasions. Others called the police. Still others - apparently - called Abraham Biggs himself, and told him to “do it”. Some commentators almost seemed to hold the internet itself responsible:

Montana Miller, an assistant professor of popular culture at Bowling Green State University in Ohio, said the circumstances of Biggs’ suicide were not shocking, given the way teenagers chronicle every facet of their lives on sites such as MySpace and Facebook.

“If it’s not recorded or documented, then it doesn’t even seem worthwhile,” she said. “For today’s generation it might seem, ‘What’s the point of doing it if everyone isn’t going to see it?’ “

Read the rest »

Suffer not anyone to teach

Some things don’t even need a comment.

The Rt Rev Patrick O’Donoghue, the [Catholic] Bishop of Lancaster… [says] “What we have witnessed in Western societies since the end of the Second World War is the development of mass education on a scale unprecedented in human history [...] these intellectual trends have resulted in a fragmented society that marginalizes God, with many people mistakenly thinking they can live happy and productive lives without him.”

It reminds me of this overheard conversation:

“If you get a bachelor’s degree,” the seasoned student reassured, “you’ll probably be okay. But my professor said that when you get a master’s, and definitely if you go beyond that, you can lose your values. He said that college students have to be watchful because if you get too much education, you could turn - LIBERAL. He’s seen it happen to a lot of good Christians.”

And for the sake of balance, here are several hundred arguments for the existence of god. If I had to buy anyone’s line, it would be Ben Franklin’s: “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.”

I found a small lizard in the cellar

salamander1 salamander2

We caught him in a water bottle, and put him in the damp grass by the shed. I hope he’ll be okay.

Five points to the house of your choice for the title.

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