Wörd of the week – Tsuji-giri
Sunday, October 25th, 2009Tsuji-giri n. a Japanese word from samurai days meaning, “to try out a new sword on a passer-by”
Tsuji-giri n. a Japanese word from samurai days meaning, “to try out a new sword on a passer-by”
oh good lord - so to speak
Atheists in Australia are under cyber attack now, because thats the Christian thing to do. The websites of both the Atheist Foundation of Australia and the Global Atheist Convention were knocked offline in a major cyber attack yesterday afternoon.
More to be read in the Sydney Morning Herald....
Strap yourself in kids, we're geeking out.
The possibility of a time travelling particle is currently doing the rounds of Geekendom. The Higgs Boson particle, theorised to exist for only a tiny micro-moment at the start of the universe is used to explain how the universe has as much mass as it does. Personally I put it down to late night snacking and catching taxis, but thats me.
Scientists, who clearly watch too much Stargate SG1, Atlantis and now Universe, are trying to recreate it - but every time they do, the incredibly expensive, complicated and delicate pieces of equipment they are using keep breaking. The Large Hadron Collider at CERN in, well give it so large, France, Switzerland, Italy and Germany, has fallen over (not literally) a couple of times when they have tried this.
The result is. some pretty wild theories are starting to roll around.
"A pair of otherwise distinguished physicists have suggested that the hypothesized Higgs boson, which physicists hope to produce with the collider, might be so abhorrent to nature that its creation would ripple backward through time and stop the collider before it could make one, like a time traveler who goes back in time to kill his grandfather."
While I cant comment on the physics*, I can say that a/ it sounds pretty far fetched, 2/ I suspect these guys are spending too much time alone or at Star Trek Conventions and iii/ it also sounds really cool - where can I get me one.
*and therefor should probably shut up on the whole thing
This makes me feel much better.
a/ I have plenty to work with
b/ I have been accused of being two or off my - face many a time so this gives me high hopes of a medical solution just around the corner
I feel the need to publish a retraction.
I recently commented on what I believed to be Leona Lewis' new album - "Best Kept Secret", that it was dreadful and I completely understood the title because I felt it was indeed - best kept secret.
Having purchased and listened to this album, I felt that, while the act itself is unforgivable and I in no way condone it, I could at least understand the sentiment that recently drove a fan to slap the singer.
I am in fact quite mistaken - this is not her new album which is in fact called Echo and is being released on 16 November in the UK. The first single, Happy, is already out in the US although why not in the UK I do not know.
While the song is pretty good (please dog let the Freemasons or Darkchild at it), the title is something of a mystery given the lyrics. Par Exemple:
"Don't care about all the pain in front of me
Cause i'm just trying to be happy, yeah"
Not cheery!
And yes, this is what passes as me being gracious.
British Radio seems to have never escaped the war and rationing, or an aesthetic that has a charm and beauty all its own. This is of course from a man who was raised on the Goon Show by his father, a man with humour so dry it had sand dunes and camels. So take this with a grain of salt.
While some shows have progressed, and remained topical, and others deeply pointless (thank you Jonathan Ross), there remain programmes that really haven't changed in almost 40 years.
And yet, still funny.
India and Albania are currently having a squabble over the remains of Mother Teresa - Nun, Nobel Laureate and perpetual Jan to Princess Diana's Marcia.
Ok. EW!!!!
Lets face it. She's been buried a while, so unless someone did a better job of embalming her than they did of Lenin, she is probably not it a particularly appealing state by now.
But its worse than just digging up a dead old lady*, because what this really comes down to is a squabble over tourism revenue. Follow me n this one.
Nun (now dead) did great things. Said dead Nun will turn 100 next August - well, it will be 100 years since she was born, but you know what I mean. She is likely to be made a saint, or canonised as they call it - which to be honest sounds to me like they will be shooting her out of a big gun. That can't really be that respectful, or good for her. Even if she was alive it could be messy, but dead? Well lets just hope someone has some wet ones.
That aside, now Saint Said Dead Nun, will have a sea of god botherers coming to pray at her graveside, asking for her intervention with god in their ailments, problems, business ventures, gambling - you know, the usual thing people pray about. And here is where I feel the sandal hits the pavement.
Where you have pilgrims you have not only a bunch of people looking for answers outside themselves, rather than inside where the answers are much more likely to lie, you have retail opportunities.
I don't recall anyone running forward arms outstretched to snatch the corpse of Said Dead Nun from India when there was just an expensive state funeral involved, but now there is an opportunity to sell tasteful things like Mother Teresa bobble heads, its all kicking off.
If Albania, who are making the fuss now, just want to honour Mother Teresa and pay respect to the things she did, where her dead bodies lies should not matter. Spend the money and the energy helping the poor, rather than having a diplomatic incident over it. Think about it for a second - what would SHE have wanted?
*are dead people still old?
Am I getting old? Is that it? Or is that I read "too" much? Perhaps I am just a cranky person and these things get to me.
Last night there were HUNDREDS of post on Facebook about Danii Minogue making a comment on X Factor (aka - one of those dreadful talent shows designed to parade peoples pain and humiliation for public amusement) about a contestants possibly being gay. Twitter went absolutely MENTAL about it.
Personally I had to turn away from it all and go listen to Radio 4 to calm myself down* and get to sleep. Not because of what she said, because all of these people online had NOTHING ELSE TO GET OUTRAGED ABOUT!!!!
For the moment, lets ignore what she said and the (very talented) lad in question sang "And I am telling you" from Dreamgirls (my homosexual detection device is pinging a touch at that). People, seriously, this is what you get upset about? Where is your Moral Compass?
Just a few things that you might want to consider directing your energies to. These are things I have seem bugger all postings about on FB from any of my friends.
I will give Gaddafi this - he had a nice outfit, if a little Saturday Night Fever. Although clearly he is taking attention grabbing tips from Geri Halliwell. I am not sure which direction to be worried about that in first.
And thats not everything that happened in the last week or so. Don't start me on the Labor or Tory Conventions, Berlusconi, the Tories making a General a Peer - lets hope thats not as much of a Coup as they are making out, or crematoriums webcasting funerals (seriously).
If you want to get your panties in a twist over something gay and news worthy how about:
Is Danii Minogue suggesting someone might be gay and on a 'talent' show really worth all of the outrage?
REALLY?
Ok. I am now officially old and dont get it.
I am going to put my roller blades on now and go skate around Regents Park to Paloma Faith, Snow Patrol and the Smashing Pumpkins.
* Thank dog for Sandi Toksvig
As we like to say back in the mother country, "Life's a Beach".
Sunshine, surprises, storms, warmth, tide pools, body surfing, tempests, naked swims together in the moonlight and solitary sunrises. The only thing about the sea, and the shore, there is always, always change.
Through what seems right now like a long life, there have been more adventures on the shore than I can name, or even rember with any ease. And there have been so many playmates and fellow travellers. Valued, no, treasured for their compainionship, leading me further astray, or pulling me babk when I needed it.
Walking along the shore of my life, and looking back, the sea has carried away almost all sign of my travels, leaving me with only echos, traces and my somewhat erratic recall. Not even my own tracks remain for that long.
And yet there are some footprints that seem to linger. Reminding me of stories, yet to happen, that want telling, if not in words, then in a least in how I walk from here.
Prints of foot steps yet to fall.