Thursday, November 29, 2007



I have noticed this phenomenon, and I'm glad someone, somewhere, is taking it more seriously.

One of my husband's classmates, who is otherwise a conservative, very intelligent man, is VERY addicted to "gaming". He's also very inclined to all things Asian. . . I wonder where that psycological connection is? I've long thought that certain races had greater propensities towards given sets of vices - most likely a result of their cultural habituations. The Japanese (and evidently the South Koreans as well) seem incredibly inclined towards overindulgence in virtual phenomena. Come to think of it, even in my Caucasian circles, most of the friends I had who were quiet, withdrawn and fond of computer games also had an affinity towards Asian culture, either in the form of Anime, Pokemon, or in some other way.

Maybe there's something about Asian-ness that seems to resemble or encourage the virtual world better than most other cultural mainstays. Not being one of these quiet, withdrawn gamers - heck if I'd know what that was. But, maybe it's like how the Irish are given to overfondness of beer from a cultural inclination towards homey, noisy pubs and parties therein. Or, perhaps, how the British are inclined towards being stodgy from cultural habituation to large, rich, Edwardian architecture. -?-

I dunno. But, well, at least the South Koreans know they have a problem. More power to them!

Monday, November 26, 2007

Missing Term

The English language should invent particular terms for people to use when referring to their in-laws.

"Mom" and "Dad" are obviously unfit terms for this, since one is accustomed to applying them to the most proper individuals they belong to, i.e., those people who bore you and brought you up. Using these terms to apply to adopted family members from marriage is very awkward.

However, there are only two other alternatives to using these parental terms. One is to call in-laws by their last names with the respectful "Mr." or "Mrs." in front. This is very confusing, since in the case of the lady she is being called the same thing as her mother-in-law and that makes it all very odd. Moreover, it sounds stodgy. Yuck.

The other option is to call in-laws by their first names, or some corruption thereof. This is unfitting, since it isn't customary or proper for first name usage to cross generational gaps, unless the older person is an unusually good friend or of an unusually bubbly temperament. (Neither of which can be said to apply in most cases, and most certainly not in mine - my in-laws are anything but bubbly).

So, I'm now taking suggestions for new words to fill this office. If you can, supply an etymological analysis and show why the terms are a good fit.

And no, I'm not asking you to be serious.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Ankles



So, the idiot who crossed a slip-on/flip-flop design with a high heel should be shot.

*Kicking myself for being stupid and thinking it was a good enough idea to buy TWO pairs of them.*

Okay, so mine aren't six inches tall, but they are two inches tall, and that's enough to hurt yourself. Trust me.

Oh well.

Scientists are crazy.

Where do they get off thinking that they can philosophize? WHERE?!?! Talk about epic FAILURE. Don't we have institutions for people like this?

Sheesh.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

In my opinion

. . . there are few things more depressing than bad literature. I haven't felt this unmotivated at work for a long, long time - and never at this particular place of employment. I have here 112 titles to process, plus another 600+ of the same sort upstairs, just waiting for me. YUCK . . .

Why do they let these people write books? WHY?!?! There should be laws against these things, people, LAWS . . .

*sigh* Tasik, tell me a funny story. That'll cheer me up. Maybe something about wandering in Los Angeles for hours in search of a co-operative ATM. . . . ;)

Monday, November 12, 2007

WOW!

This is great news for me, no? ;)

A decision

This is an important message for anyone who was planning, hoping or dreaming of visiting us next semester.

Matthew and I have decided to halve our living costs by staying in the dormitory next semester. We're comfy enough, a baby won't be coming for a while, and $3,000 is a lot of cash to save. For all of you prospective visitors: this means we won't have that spare bedroom we were hoping to have, but if you want to visit there will still be a place for you - it'll just be more like visiting T.A.C., that's all.

I'm not unhappy with this arrangement at all, either. I'm comfy - wasn't looking forward to moving again. :p Yuck.



Here's a video (of very low quality, but it's what we could do) of our tiny little home.

I don't get it . . .

These results confuse me.

Less to offer = trying harder? Hard to see how that assists nature at all - I kinda got the impression that things were geared towards perpetuating the species. Maybe the men they picked were really below par - the type that natural selection wants to leave out. -?- *giggle*

(and sorry, Mom, but I can't figure how I could justify adding a subject-related picture to this post, so give my apologies to Clare. ;)

Friday, November 09, 2007

Junk



This has been a very depressing week for me, professionally. I've sorted and/or catalogued 112 books, many (if not all) of them full of nothing but senseless, amoral drivel. They are the brain children of various modern (many of them "highly-acclaimed") novelists. Many of these works were tossed by WorldCat into a genre entitled "psychological fiction", and, from all appearances, the titles are every bit as bad as that sounds.

I've been trying to sort through them, reading the summaries on the insides of the dustjackets, to try and pull out the ones that are so filthy they ought not be tolerated in our collections. If it were up to me they'd all be feeding a bonfire on the lawn, but Terence, the Aquisitions Librarian, said, "Well, since we have a literature department we really ought to keep the works of well-known authors for the sake of their research." I responded, "But they're so seedy, Terry. They're either as bad or worse than romance novels. Do we really need to keep such junk?" "Well, it may be junk, but it's famous junk, so yes." He was amused at the expression this got him. "Who in the sam heck acclaims these pervs, anyway? . . . " I mumbled, turning back to my computer screen. "Go ahead and go through them, though." said Terence, "If there are any you think are really beyond all boundaries, set them aside and I'll look at them."

Sooo, yeah, it's been a tough week. Playing the "how immoral is this novel?" game all the day long, filling my mind with disgusting images and then filling bookcarts, databases and shelves with perverse stories about people breaking every command of the decalogue, and breaking them with pizazz.

I have the whole weekend off. God be praised!!!!

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Connections


There is a fact, fully admitted by me, and well known to my family and friends, that I am primarily the intellectual child of my third obsession. However, I have an undying devotion to another long-since dead Catholic fat guy. Evidently, the two are more closely related than I thought.

I'm amazed at this article - Chesterton argues many of the points I made in my shamelessly Thomistic senior thesis. Given his high praise for Thomas' philosophy and true common sense, I suppose it's no real suprise that my Chesterton obsession led me to such a deep appreciation of, and militant devotion to, the Dumb Ox.



St. Thomas Aquinas, pray for us!

Oh dear . . .



Okay, so, I have this Weird Al song stuck in my head.

It reminded me of my husband - tee hee hee. However, he only got something like a 35% score on the quiz. He does do vector calculus, though, and thinks it's great fun to talk to me about it, too. *eyes glazing over*

Yeah, I know, quite a switch from yesterday's intellectual hyperactivity, isn't it? I promise I'll come up with something profound before the night's out, ok?

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

The Clash of the Great Gods

That is, the American gods of today, i.e., Information, Technology and Money.

I was given this article by my New Yorker boss - he wanted to know whether I thought it worth sharing with the rest of the library staff. It's a well-written article, and this morning, having been in a rather unusual fit of intellectual agility it sent me into the following thoughts:

Since entering the field known as "library science" (aptly named 'library', being the field related to and concerned with such things, but named 'science' for no good reason - see previous post) I have encountered a very strange attitude. Many people, supposedly in authoritative positions, have decided that the library field is defined and determined by one, modern (and incidentally very wrong) conception of scholarship, learning and "progress". The main way their concept of these things is manifested is not through intellectual works aimed at these thoughts themselves (that would be far too theoretical, after all - much too unscientific), but through militant resistance to any and all forms of "censorship" from anyone, anywhere, at any time. It seems to be widely accepted that all things written, no matter on what subject, for what purpose, or with how much intelligibility, are to be included by the librarian in his or her collection. This is especially the case if the librarian works with the academia; if there is no freedom of expression (i.e., license to commit any form of stupidity) in the academic library, the world is indeed going back to the middle ages (i.e., the modern notion of going to hell) in a handbasket.

The article I linked to above points out the same conception on the grand scale, including it to expand the efforts of corporate monstrosities such as Google, Microsoft, and others. Google, especially, is shown to step forth in glory, championing the great and noble mission of placing all written words at the fingertips of Everyman.

No doubt, scoffing is natural. Nobility generally assumes a lack of self-interest, and Google made its millions through its edgy advertisement schema. Without a doubt, their aim is to make more millions off of those search-appropriate advertisements little Billy will see when he's clicking through their Universal Library for Everyman. The standards of our capitalist economy do not, however, adjudge this ignoble, but savvy - those that complain of the circumstance have no real reason to do so aside from sheer human jealousy. Google has as much rights to the millions as anyone else - if you'd thought of it first, you'd be rich, too. So stop your crying.

My real objection, however, is that people seem to think that putting together a sheer collection of all this wordage is somehow going to bring about "progress". It all comes of modern philosophy, really - Cartesian and Hegelian contortions of the universe and it's nature. If existence only comes about in the perception of the thinking thing, every expression of thinking beings becomes a valuable chunk of the universe. By virtue of this, the most nonsensical blather becomes information of inestimable worth, to be searched, referenced, annotated. Up it goes, loaded into the Google machine of data-collection so that it might, perchance, be converted into statistics and fed into the vacuous mouth of the World Spirit, swelling it towards the next epoch in this Bacchanalian revel. No doubt, everything written by men will bring us that much closer to becoming gods, per the promise given by that long, green snake with the shiny fruit of death.

Those were the more philosophical thoughts that came of this article, however. There were others, dwelling more upon the matters of social justice. No doubt, copyright law is very useful to ensure creative men the ability to make a living off their work. This can be easily seen as a good - nobody likes starving artists. On the flip side, however, it does give both artistic expression and scientific discovery the flavor of a manufactured commodity. This is highlighted by Mr. Kelly's concept that copyright laws of undue duration do not encourage the productivity of the creative artist. This seems like a twisted way of seeing it - copyright law as a way of pressuring artists into becoming "very useful engines" (to use the catch-phrase of the uncomfortably Marxist childrens' program 'Thomas the Tank Engine'). The end result is that even those rare noble discoveries, beautiful paintings, and good music all become vehicles of filthy lucre - nothing more, nothing less. If they're used in a way that doesn't make-a-buck, call out the lawyers 'cause there's gonna be a row.

Now, there is one notable (and even somewhat odd) response of the common man to this situation. Men around the world, most likely grown tired of the subscription-based or pay-per-view industry of enlightenment, have turned to 'open-source'-ing their knowledge and collecting it into free, easily accessed database programs, like Wikipedia or Open Office. Far from returning to the hell of the middle ages, where intelligent men (scarcely kept from starving by the alternate help and persecution of a Church that hated the progress of human knowledge - I'm SO serious, I actually saw this blatantly stated on an academic website's guide to copyright law) wrote on vellum in leaky, badly lit rooms while the peasants rolled in the dirt outside the gate. No, now, in our new, improved modern world, Joe Smith stocks shelves at Wal-Mart on his day-job, and later on he writes articles on Wikipedia by way of recreation - that is, after he watches "Grey's Anatomy"; he would never dream of missing that.

What a strange, strange world we live in. In the meanwhile, the men who worship the god called "money" sue the men who worship the god called "technology" and both utilize arguments against the other from their respective devotions to the gods we know as "rights" and "information" - and the demons devour one another for all eternity in the hole called hell.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

I'm trying to think up something profound

. . . after all, I should post - wouldn't want to trash my record, now, would I? ;)

My house is gloriously clean right now - well, okay, it was gloriously clean until I cooked dinner and now it's gloriously clean except for all the dishes I just generated. Can't win for losing, I tell ya' . . .

. . . (flat line) . . .

Well, okay, fine, so I guess I don't have anything profound to say tonight. I need to go hunker down and read - I've decided I'm going to get ready for bed and then read every night at 10 o'clock until my husband decides it's time to go to sleep. This should give me some regular exercise for my brain, whose agility is suffering more than this poor, neglected bod of mine, which I also need to work on . . . *sigh*

Goodnight!

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Keep all pets (and small children) INSIDE





So, it seems possible that these lovely, oversized housecats called "jaguarundi" inhabit this area - it's reported that Florida does have a population. My husband and I think we saw one run across the road last week. It was either one of the above-pictured, less fearsome jaguarundi or it was one of these lovely things:



However, we think that less likely since it wasn't nearly that big. It could have been a young panther, though, which are dark and/or spotted (this cat was definitely dark, dark brown or black). As far as we have been able to ascertain through research, there isn't much difference between the Florida panther and the California puma we were all taught to fear with stories of devoured joggers and hikers. According to Wikipedia, the Ave Maria settlement was controversial because of the unusually high concentration of Florida jaguars living in this spot.

Fuuuuuuuuunnnn . . .

Now, between these big, hungry kitties and these lovely beasts:



(a fellow graduate student, just yesterday morning, happened upon one about 10 feet long in the swamp behind our new townhomes - oh JOY) we've decided that we're not getting any munchable, outdoor pets and we're never letting the children play outside unattended.

NEVER.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Sounds familiar . . .




Now that my beloved and I have ventured away from our alma mater, we are forced into more encounters with the dreaded "system". Alas!

Well, at least the cartoon is funny . . .