27 January 2009

What the hell, facebook?

Okay, I can accept that social networking seems to make money from selling information about its users to advertisers. (Can we call them "Marketeers?") Not so cool, but a reasonable price to pay for free Scrabb Wordscra Lexul Scrabble and friend requests from people we never really thought we'd wanted to see again. But I may have to take issue with the ads I'm seeing.
Take this first one.
Now, I had no idea who Deb was, or what made her an "lpuk." Eventually I got that it was for credit restructuring, but by that point I'd sworn never to trust anyone named Deb.
This seems to be some sort of fan site for an island shaped like a shoe. Yeah, I don't know either.
Okay, so I live in the UK. That's no excuse for this sort of dental discrimination. It's not all like this anymore.

Alright, seriously. What kind of job is she supposed to be representing? And does anyone really think that it's going to be okay with Facebook's no-filth policies? C'mon, people. You can do better than this.

25 January 2009

Part of this balanced breakfast...

A partial list of foods I have learned to cook with since I left home:
And, as of last night,
I'm just saying, is all.

21 January 2009

Maybe everyone else said it, but this time it's still true.

I didn't think it'd matter so much, but I am actually relieved that Obama has been sworn in. Bush being president really bothered me more than I realized.

The last resort of a scoundrel

Patriotism generally strikes me as pretty fucking thoughtless. Even if, for argument's sake, you hold dual Chinese-Indian citizenship and feel equally patriotic towards both countries, that still means that 3.5 billion other people think they live somewhere that might be more worthy of pride, admiration, or whatever it is that patriotism is supposed to make you feel.

There's nothing wrong with loving an ideal, and many nations claim to actively strive towards one ideal or another. But there are definite differences between ideals, nations and the organizations or individuals that represent, occupy or govern them. And it's that mistaken connection of those things that makes patriotism so offensive.

But I didn't realize how much I was connecting the actions and ideals of one particular government with one particular nation. Yeah, 2000 was a mistake combined with the ballsiest power grab America had seen since, well, the American Revolution. Were the actions of the founding fathers in 1776 essentially treasonous? Well, they were trying to overthrow the legitimate government of the time and seize power, so under the laws of the day, yeah, criminal. Were the actions of Bush and co. in 2000 an attempt to seize power not given by the legitimate government of the day? Constitutional law is not my strong suit, so I'll leave that to someone else.

2004, on the other hand, was largely legitimate in the view of the public. Which meant that, given the choice, America still opted to stay with Bush. That was depressing to me for a number of reasons. But what I didn't really understand until now was this: at many times, the government of the US has done, ordered, encouraged or allowed some truly heinous shit, but in general there has been movement towards making things better, things that looked like progress. But in the face of unquestionable bad judgment, it looked like people chose not to change, not to improve, but to make things worse. My belief that the agents of government, the people in general and the nation as an entity were separable was shaken. Honestly, who wants to admit that they come from a land of unthinking, self-destructive, atavistic stereotypes?

So, you re-elected Bush, huh? What were you thinking?

On a more basic level, I resented having to explain my country to anyone who gave a damn about politics. Did I know what he was responsible for? Didn't people in the USA know? Did I know how people in other countries felt? Didn't other people in the USA know? How did you (singular or collective?) let him stay in office?

I don't know that it put a chip on my shoulder, but there's only so many times I could say, "Y'know, man, I just have no idea what happened" before it started to get to me. The only conclusion I could reach was that, as a nation, the US was either too scared, too stupid, or some combination of both to be able to change things in 2004. The people of the US, my home, for whatever reason, chose to vote for sloth, venality, greed, cruelty and stupidity in 2004.

A high hope for a low heaven
Was the Obama victory an overwhelming refutation of the last eight years? Not really. Was Obama the best choice? Was he the best choice of a bad lot? That shouldn't take anything away from him, but maybe that was part of it. There are a lot of things that remind me how much needs to change, and how many ways there are for a lot of people to be disappointed.

But, for a change, there are a lot of things that came out of this election that give me reason to be proud: proud of my country, the people living there, even of the potential of the government. Are there reasons to dismiss this feeling. Yeah, sure. But it all depends on your frame of reference. Get too close or too far away and it's hard to work out what still has meaning or value.

Things can change. Things can get better.

What happened to you, man? You used to be beautiful...

I've alluded, in one way or another, to how little I was enjoying the last third of 2008. And you know what? It was my own damn fault. It was my job, my life, and my own damn, dumbass choices that put me there. Did I make mistakes? Oh hell yes. Maybe I'll put up some details of the worst parts later, but not today.

It occurred to me that parts of my past seem, in retrospect anyway, to have been jam-packed with fun, high-jinks, wacky misadventures, the odd comedic scrape, and more than a little learning. Especially in comparison with the last year or so. But it also occured to me that while I haven't been to a parasite museum in a couple of years, last year I did see the largest collection of pre-anaesthetic surgical tools and preserved pieces of syphilitic human anatomy I've ever heard of. Did I almost get run down by a forklift carrying a frozen 800-pound tuna at the world's biggest fish market? No. But I did visit one of the greatest collections of plundered antiquities in the world three times. Did I get to spend time with a bunch of interesting and intelligent people, including my wife, my parents and my brothers? Did I eat like a real, historical king? You damn right I did.

Today, like all days, is for getting on with it. I've got things to do, and not so much time to do them in. But I'm going to keep my eyes open, 'cause shit matters.

07 January 2009

Been a long time...

And I've been, well, less than myself. Too much work with far too little reward or meaning. But all that's over now, so I can get back to stuff that really matters. Like bitching about things that everyone else heard about months ago.

F'r instance, the UK police are getting the same sorts of powers assumed by the federal government in the US (that are a clear violation of the US constitution), that is, the authority to root through your computer without a warrant. Good thing that we're all so past 1984, and so done with references to 1984, and so bored with that show about living in a surveillance society, so that this is really a non-issue. I mean, it's not like the UK police have ever misused power, right? Not like those US types, anyway. Right