...a certain shade of [green] what are _you_ waiting for?
29.1.03
finally. [and briefly.] blogger's server has been down apparently most of the day. but now i'm back!
pictures of stirling are up on my online photo album, complete and with descriptions. also, if anyone has aol instant messenger [piece of crap that it is] i have found a way around the proxy nazis and am now online again! i'm screenname "greenshade08" [zero-eight] if you're interested.
boring post, i know...
everyone's a voyeur
and they're watching me watch them watch me right now
[modest mouse, "paper thin walls"]
poo. apparently the msn server has gotten caught up in the code red internet worm fiasco, and i'm having slight difficulties uploading my photos from stirling. the album is all there, ready to go, but completely empty. hopefully in the next couple of days...
found out why the swat team surrounded my flat building last night - a student had bought an airgun and apparently was waving it around in a threatening manner. there are different accounts of what actually happened - some say he waved it around at a police car, others say a policeman saw him in a flat waving it around there - but it was kinda cool to watch the press and journalists waiting for the swat team to emerge from the building [only, of course, to realize that the student had been arrested and taken out prior to their arrival]. we here were thinking some sort of terrorist situation or something like that but alas, nothing that exciting.
oh who am i kidding. i would've shit a brick in my pants if something terrible like that had actually been happening.
in other news - found out today that americans may be able to get funding quite easily for english schools [as opposed to the situation in scotland]. doubly good news, considering the graduate schools i would consider in britain are almost all in england! it's an option i might just have to look into...
finally: not that i watched it, but hooray for tampa bay finally proving to the american football fanbase that it actually can play a real game of football. bravo, buccaneers!
ps - does anyone know if foucault's theory of power/knowledge relationships allows for the existence of resistance against oppression? i need to win an argument i'm having, and you could be the lucky person to help me!
oooooooohhhhh
i'm a tiger
[eddie izzard, "the tiger playing a banjo song"]
clarification. why i support flag burning. [*]there is only one solid reason in my mind as to why people are against burning the american flag. ok, there are those who simply do not support burning anything, and i suppose if they are going to make a blanket anti-burning statement then flags will be included in that. notwithstanding that argument, however, there seems to be only one reason: burning the flag dishonors the flag, therefore dishonoring the united states. and dishonoring the united states is a bad thing.
[*]first of all, the flag, in and of itself, is a simple piece of fabric. any symbolism attached to it is a pure human construct. the essence of a flag is not its inherent american-ness - it is simply the fabric it is made of. burning a piece of fabric is not akin to burning the united states. what's more, if we are allowed to attach a symbol as grandiose as 'the essence of american life' to the flag, then we sure as hell can deconstruct that symbol, or express distate at american life in general, by burning away the flag. free speech is not a form of birth control - if we are going to claim it as a principle of american civil society, then we are going to claim it unconditionally.
[*]more foundationally, dishonoring the united states is only a bad thing if the definition of a 'good american' is one who never questions or criticizes the states, and moreover, if a 'good american' is something to be aspired to. the idea of honoring one's state, to me, is a dubious one, given that [a] we've constructed the notion of 'state' ourselves, and [b] we seem to forget that it is ourselves who actually make up the state. honoring a state implies that there is some sort of essence of state floating about somewhere. and what is a 'good american', by the way? if a good american adheres to the founding principles of the united states, and if one of those principles is freedom of speech, then he or she should be critical of the state as a way of attempting to better it. dissent can only add to the range of opinion. why, again, are we forced to be good americans in the first place? i'll burn a flag to that.
why i am an atheist. [*]simply put, a supreme being of any kind does not exist. the reality that exists around us is a socially constructed reality, and the notion of god is a socially constructed one. there is no such thing as an 'essence' that stands at an archimedean point outside of this world or any other. even if there were, we would have absolutely no way of knowing because of our inability to access that type of 'truthful' [if we can even use that word] knowledge outside of pure belief and speculation.
[*]a more concrete argument as to why i am not christian or jewish [or even muslim]: take the bible. written very long after even the last historical events occurred. yes, some of the events are historically accurate - but there is a difference between historical accuracy and absolute truth. let's not forget the number one problem - the bible was written by men. it is speculation. not one of the writers [and of course there were many] actually witnessed any of the events written about, much less has the authority to quote anyone directly. i have no problem with the bible as a metaphor, as inspiration, as a story with deeper meanings - but if this is acknowledged then at the same time it must be acknowledged that the bible was written by men with the intention of being interpreted as a story with multiple meanings rather than as a spiritual authority. to accord it divine inspiration is to ignore its own historical truth.
[*]in the end, i can't argue with faith - argument is rational dialogue, and faith is inherently irrational. there's no way for the two to speak to each other. but i can argue with blind belief in a social construct.
why i do not support the united states military. [*]ok, that's a bit unfair. the military has done some wonderful, courageous, awe-inspiring things, and national defense on the whole is a desirable thing. but really now - the military is not the defender of the freedom, nor the guarantor of the constitution. it is not the soldier who provides constitutional stability. a soldier is a mercenary, a paid war machine. there are idealists [and ideologues] in the military, as with all professions - but it is not the soldier who is directly responsible for the provision of constitutional freedoms to the citizens of the united states.
[*]wake up! the constitution, and the politics surrounding it, are the real guarantors of the american version of freedom. freedom of speech exists because the constitution declares it necessary and the court system constantly defines and reaffirms this declaration. americans are free to travel because the constitution and lawmakers have decided that it is appropriate and acceptable. soldiers are the practical mechanism for national defense, and so they are responsible for the continued physical existence of the united states. without them the american type of freedom wouldn't exist, but then again, neither would we. if you want to be reverent of soldiers for some reason, be reverent for their desire to die in order for you to survive - but beyond that they can do nothing. the survival of constitutional freedoms is dependent upon the existence of politics and those willing to participate within the public sphere.
[*]one last thing - the military right now is a puppet to dubya's war strategies. this is nothing new. the military is always a puppet to the president's foreign missions. however, since i *do not* in any way support generalissimo bush, i also do not support his appointments to key decision-making positions within the military leadership. there's your non-theoretical argument.
i thought it necessary to put these on the table so as to back up and enable future bitching sessions.
and please don't stick thy servants, lord,
in a rotissomat.
[monty python, "o lord please don't burn us"]
stirling. as i mentioned below, i went to stirling on thursday with lauren and her scottish history society friends. we visited stirling castle, the holy rude church and the [?] hospital, the 15th century stirling bridge and the statue of robert bruce on "the site of the battle of bannockburn" [which actually occurred in a different spot underneath a new housing development]. after we left michael lynch convinced the bus driver to take us to linlithgow to see the palace and church where mary queen of scots was baptized, and ended up taking the driver into a blind alleyway. i never cease to be amazed by the skill of scottish busdrivers. anyway, some observations:
[1] reformation-era scottish rulers built ugly-colored castles. the castle at stirling [incidentally, a point at which you can see both the lowlands and the highlands on the horizon] was built as a sort of display of grandeur, and to accentuate this the builders used an ochre wash on the walls of the great hall. this turns out to be a really ugly cross between gold and orange. maybe eventually it will wear a bit.
[2] scottish history is really cool. michael lynch, who i mentioned is a hot shot of scottish history, had the best stories to tell us about the building of the castle and the history that went on there. i'm not a huge premodern history fan but i was certainly enraptured. also, professor lynch puts on no pretenses, volunteered his time to act as tour guide on the trip, and even paid the same 5GBP that everyone else paid. what a guy!
[3] i have now seen several things in person that i had not seen save for tv: snow-capped mountains, a highland hairy cow, and sheep. lots and lots of sheep. of course, i saw sheep on the way to glasgow but i still wanted to mention it. just to let you know, i love sheep. they are my new favorite farm animal [not sure i had an old favorite] and i really want to hug them.
pictures of stirling and linlithgow will be up in the next few days or so. will post it when it happens.
happy burns night! my flat is so cool. we decided to celebrate robert burns night - a traditional scottish holiday celebrating the life of rabbie burns, or robert burns, a very famous scottish poet [think: auld lang syne] who managed to bridge the gap between social classes at a time when scotland was resistant to such movements. so we went out and got ourselves haggis, neeps, and tatties - traditional scottish burns night fare - to honor him properly. what are haggis, neeps and tatties, you ask? well, certainly not nipples and titties as my poor ignorant self once believed. ok, here's the story.
the first time i ate in a pub in edinburgh, i was alone, and had to figure out food terminology without the benefit of a translator. i knew vaguely what haggis was - at least i knew it was encased in a sheep's stomach membrane - and so i figured, if haggis is that gross, then surely neeps and tatties, served with the haggis, must equal its disgustingness. 'neeps' sounds like a diminutive of 'nipples', and 'tatties' of 'titties', so it all made perfect sense to me!
right. come to find out, haggis really isn't all that gross [either the membrane comes off or disintegrates], and neeps and tatties simply mean turnip and potatoes. anyway, we bought and cooked all of this, along with some scottish oat cakes and irn bru [a really odd soda] and had ourselves a proper burns night feast. i am now officially scottish!
by the way: more to come on yesterday's trip to stirling - which was wonderful - but just a quick note to substantiate my new nationality. michael lynch, one of the foremost scholars of scottish history, could not distinguish my accent from a scottish one! hooray! i win!
more thicko dafties in the news. france and germany have declared their committment to what some journalists are calling "defying the united states" on its impending war on iraq by blocking a potential declaration of alliance between NATO and america on the war effort. i have problems with the term "defy" as it is, but the donald rumsfeld excerpts in this article from the washington post are even better.
Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld said today that the position of France and Germany was a "problem," but played it down, calling the two countries "old Europe." Addressing foreign journalists at the National Press Club in Washington, he noted NATO's expansion into Eastern Europe and said that "vast numbers" of European countries "are not with France and Germany on this, they're with the United States."
[a] "old europe"? ok, so germany and france have been a part of europe since, well, since the time of their inception. they are, after all, located there. also, the alliance between them is a fairly new thing - they are only now celebrating the 40th anniversary of their treaty of friendship. that makes them fairly up-to-date, i suppose. third, this "old europe" term implies a corresponding "new europe" that is more friendly to american war intentions. the only states i can think of that fulfill fit this definition are the eastern european former soviet bloc states [and he does then indeed mention these states], and it's no wonder that they ally themselves with the united states, seeing as much of their protection/financing originates there.
[b] "vast numbers"? right. europe is not peppered with hundreds of countries. NATO itself is comprised of only 19 member nations. 19!!! the member nations are: belgium, canada, czech republic, denmark, france, germany, greece, hungary, iceland, italy, luxembourg, netherlands, norway, poland, portugal, spain, turkey, united kingdom, united states. ok, so out of the 18 non-us states only 3 are eastern european former soviet bloc states, with turkey as the fourth non-western european state. i don't think 4 out of 18 is a great number. even if we grant that rumsfeld meant both eastern and western support in his "vast numbers" of states, 18 is not a "vast" number on the whole. perhaps he was referring to the 7 countries invited to become NATO members: bulgaria, estonia, latvia, lithuania, romania, slovakia and slovenia. problem is, last time i checked these countries weren't yet full NATO members.
really now. what was he thinking?
i think you like to be the victim, think you like to be in pain
i think you make yourself a victim, almost every single day
[everclear, "everything to everyone"]
ominousness. world war three is about to start. right here at flat 4, 9 darroch court. sparks should start a-flyin shortly, and the bombs will be a-droppin soon thereafter. more updates as things pro[re-]gress.
is it you or your parents in this income tax bracket?
[cake, "rock'n'roll lifestyle"]
quick and easy, since i'm tired as... something... black and white pictures are now online in my photo album [link to the right, under the heading "links"]. i'm actually quite proud of these, and i have no idea how i managed to take them. anyway, enjoy!
i wanted to be with you alone
and talk about the weather
but traditions I can trace against the child in your face
won't escape my attention
[tears for fears, "head over heels"]
apparently the package nazis have confiscated my package. in fact, i think it's more appropriate to view these package thieves as the true terrorists, and as such we must wage war against them. it's time to bring in the allied forces against this package-stealing axis of evil. i've already instituted an executive policy by which any so-called perpetrator accused of participating in or aiding in package thievery will be subject to indefinite incarceration without attorney assistance, preferably on a warship at norfolk.
and your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
and your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for
[neutral milk hotel, "the king of carrot flowers pt. 1"]
i'd like to say that i've been busy. but in truth, i've just been slacking. enjoying my holiday break, if you will. damnit. this is why i haven't updated in a near-catastrophic week. but here i am, with 30 min to go before class, ready to tell all!
so, russia. kat's site [link in the post below] really does have some of the great [and not-so-great] moments we had there. a quick run down: i stayed at her host house, where i experienced the wonders of russian food [amazing stuff] and cutlets [not so amazing stuff] and was fortunate enough to really 'experience' living in russia, if only for a week. kat and i went sightseeing every single day, which means that my knee is still recovering from walking on the ice [and, er, falling hard on it as well], but we were able to see most of the big and important museums, like the hermitage and russian museum, as well as the landmarks and lifelines of st pete [like nevsky prospekt]. we went out to eat twice - to a pancake house [but definitely NOT like IHOP] and a wonderful georgian restaurant [by the way, georgian wine is the best red wine i have ever tasted] - and out for beers twice, when i realized that russia makes the most amazing light beer. kat was my own personal translator and tour guide, and i think that's what gave the visit the extra push that made it so amazing.
little observations:
soviet throwbacks. kat is completely used to this, but i couldn't wrap my head around it. every time we went to ride public transportation, those waiting to ride would mob the door as if having to wait until the next, for example, metro, which came every 2 minutes, meant that night was a night without dinner or something. same thing for riding the escalators down to the metro [which, by the way, is 60 meters underground because of the swamp upon which st pete is built]. this isn't a bad thing, of course, it's just habit... but i want to stand on a podium and just tell everyone in russia that "there is enough bread! you will all eat bread tonight!" just a small dream.
candyland. kat tells me st pete was built by peter the great as a window to europe. and so the buildings are built in a european fashion. apparently this european fashion includes bright, tacky pastel exterior paint. we went to see a church one day - not just any church, but a church built in the midst of blocks of stalinist flat buildings. this church, however, was circular. and bright pink.
symbolism. *everything* is a symbol of something. unbelievable. there are no simple statues in st pete. nor were any buildings built for the simple sake of building. i need to be a historian to explain it all, so instead you should just read a book about it if you are interested.
crazy snow-like weather. it was between -10 and -20 celsius the entire time i was there [i believe thats right around 0 farenheit, pushing the negatives] and so it was without a doubt *cold*. and apparently i brought the snow with me. it was absolutely beautiful, and as kat mentioned, the flakes would rest ever-so-delicately on your clothing such that you could carefully observe every detail of their crystals. but after the fourth day of windy snow you start wishing for a respite.
amazing eye candy. kat doesn't understand this, but russian men are hands down the most attractive ethnic group i can identify in such a manner. enough said.
the irony of courtesy. we spent the entire time i was there basically whispering english to each other so as to not offend any russians. i didn't mind, though it was a little difficult considering the level of functioning of my ears. and then, because karma works in such wonderful ways, i sat next to the loudest, drunkest russian couple on my flight [who by the way apparently knew all the other russian couples on the plane]. the woman was drinking vermouth and sprite. vermouth and sprite, for fuck's sake!
russian dubbing. mission impossible 2 and scream are quite hilarious dubbed into russian. someone should really introduce russia to the virtues of subtitles.