In the Dryer
I subscribe to Achewood’s Premium Updates, which is worth the unkind exchange rate for rhetorical flashes like this, mid-paid-for-dialogue: Dude, 99.9% of the people in this country wouldn’t stop buying a company’s product even if the only thing ever on television for the rest of history was that company’s CEO drinking tequila and putting live swans in the dryer.
The señor sent me, via cracked.com, this Daisy Owl comic:
Colloquy with this post. The ossified bones of national stories; the dull competition of blunted ideas; a nation soon bound in a poisoned hide; an imaginary body with a slow-spreading rash. A heritage charges we find the right metaphors; be prescient, organised stubborn and swift. To sever the thong that bound the fasces: a pantomime motion, a thousand feints.
Colloquy with this post: “They’re going to come in waves and there’s always going to be another wave after the one you just destroyed. Which is also a lesson in capitalism, if you think about it.” Racing thoughts, panic attacks, the return of the repressed. Vomiting-viruses, Chemo-nausea, Parkinson’s tremor. Midges, labour pains, children after sports matches. Evil...
The Han Tale's Made
It may be a matter of translation rather than the original utterance, but I love the way that the dialogue of Chinese historical epics is so often a continuous exchange of epigrammatic statements. These must bear the weight of history and the Confucian requirements of wisdom, at the same as being snappy enough to be memorable. It’s for the delivery of this, among other things I think,...
Pedagogy: O RLY?
A cherished didactic method in the academy is that of beginning the study of every topic with a brisk canter through the founding fathers and occasional founding mothers. It is a method that has its apogee in the notorious Oxford University English curriculum that bewildered and bored generations of students with studies of Anglo-Saxon (taught by the inventor of Bilbo Baggins and Hobbitry,...
To be in Venice
I’d heard that Lee, my union’s Te Pou Tuarā was away in Italy, but I didnae realise it was for this. Traditional Maori group perform (Venice Biennale - June 3, 2009)
Colloquy with this post. 1. The letters she wrote me I stored with devotion, inside a drawer that was dense with keepsakes. Though her stories took up the whole of that space, when exposed to the light the sun shone through. Her handwriting changed as she shifted continents. Whatever I wrote her got lost in the moving. 2. He didn’t love me, this I knew early, yet still I wrote letters I...
A Cheese FAQ
One in a series of FAQs from Infinitely True: cheese faq, from the whitestone cheese factory* 1. what is cheese? we’re glad you asked, nobody really knows 2. when can i eat cheese? any time you like. except before bed, or if you’re pregnant 3. how do you make cheese? again, we’re not really sure 4. how much does the cheese cost? a lot 5. can i mix it with onion soup and put it...