And by thoughts, I mean complaining and nitpicking. The English language has continued to erode in a few places, and somebody needs to do something. Don't worry, I'm on it.
First, I don't mind the occasional mistake. No wait, first some background.
I'm getting older, and dumber, but I swear twenty years ago I could open a book, look at a page, and my eyes would be drawn to mistakes and typos without even having to read the words.
Oh good crap, I'm Rain Man. My therapist was right after all.
Anyway, mistakes bother me. They take me out of the flow. And what I gather from the Internet, everybody else is aggressively indifferent to grammar, to the point where they will threaten you if you correct someone. It's a fun place.
So let's get this over with. The decline of the English language, three examples.
Dear everybody, don't use the word "complement." Just don't. Ever. You seem to think that you know what it means, but you really don't. It's not the same as "compliment," and you can't use them interchangeably. You do, but you can't. Apparently, having both of them is too confusing, so complement has to go. It's fine, you weren't using it anyway. When even the New Yorker website, one of the most pretentious publications I know, tells me that I have reached my limit of "complimentary articles," it's over. It's been so long since I've seen it used correctly that there is just no reason to keep it around anymore.
Next: "one of the only." Don't write this. It's either the only, or one of the few.
The last one might be a bit tricky, because I'm not sure if it's an actual rule or just my personal preference.
When you write something like "her friend and lover," I assume you're talking about one person. Otherwise you should write "her friend and her lover." So why did every paper and news site start writing things like "his wife and mother?" Are they trying to creep me out? Is Oedipus in the news again? I thought he died, or was fictional. Or both. He was survived by his wife, mother, and daughter.
Disclaimer: there may well be grammatical errors in this post. Apart from the ones I discussed, I mean.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
ChBl XV part b
Maybe I should take this stuff to Facebook. But then I'm afraid someone will read it.
ChriBlo '15
Christmas blog! I almost forgot to Christmas blog.
Christ (no relation), I am like an insecure teenager when it comes to women. Also in many other areas, but that's not the point. A random woman kissed me last week (I know, I can't believe it either! I probably made it up), and I was a mess for several days afterward. Should I call her? (No.) Should I text her? (Yes.) Will she answer? (No.) Should I text her again? Ugh whatever. Yes.
Honestly, I don't care. I'm a grown-up. I get crazy nervous, but it's more out of habit than anything else. I'm not desperate or lonely. I just look that way.
But the body goes tense. The mind overcompensates. I know exactly what not to think about, and I try not to think about it. Easy peasy. I've been like an amused bystander, watching my brain try not to make a big deal out of something it knows is not a big deal. Went on for days. Amazing.
I don't have a lot of experience with women, in case you were wondering.
But on the other hand, at least I have something to blog about.
Christ (no relation), I am like an insecure teenager when it comes to women. Also in many other areas, but that's not the point. A random woman kissed me last week (I know, I can't believe it either! I probably made it up), and I was a mess for several days afterward. Should I call her? (No.) Should I text her? (Yes.) Will she answer? (No.) Should I text her again? Ugh whatever. Yes.
Honestly, I don't care. I'm a grown-up. I get crazy nervous, but it's more out of habit than anything else. I'm not desperate or lonely. I just look that way.
But the body goes tense. The mind overcompensates. I know exactly what not to think about, and I try not to think about it. Easy peasy. I've been like an amused bystander, watching my brain try not to make a big deal out of something it knows is not a big deal. Went on for days. Amazing.
I don't have a lot of experience with women, in case you were wondering.
But on the other hand, at least I have something to blog about.
Monday, December 29, 2014
To 2015 in a handbag
So yesterday My Good Friend F and I went out on our annual Legendary Christmas Extravaganza. It was a little disappointing, to be honest.
Look, if you go out on actual Christmas day, there's a special atmosphere. People know it's a weird day to go out, and they're willing to make the most of it. There hasn't been a Christmas when we didn't meet some strangers who were willing to make some new friends for one night. Because it is a special night. (Isaac Newton's birthday, obviously.)
But if you go out on The Sunday Three Days After Christmas, like we did this time, you get a bunch of people who look like they're having just one more beer before they have to go back to their Excel sheets and their knitting.
I noticed a weird thing when we walked into the first bar. Everybody there was arranged in a neat pattern of straight lines. The people at the bar were all sitting upright in almost the same position, and the tables on the other side all had exactly four people sitting straight and talking calmly. Nobody was standing or walking in-between. It was pretty mathematical.
It also probably didn't help that F had to fit this in between visiting his mother in Friesland and visiting his in-laws in Serbia. I think he's on a plane right now.
And I was in a weird mood. Look, I've spent Christmas with my girlfriend for the past six years, but we broke up a few weeks ago. So everything is kind of different and weird. I had a short discussion about politics with F, which I literally never do because I'm very bad at disagreeing with people. I got irritated and ugh the mood was gone and I wasn't even feeling drunk anymore and I couldn't even downvote him because real life has a disappointing lack of clicky buttons.
F did have a pretty good theory about evolution though. Something about animals learning to make tools, developing a computer and using it to crack open nuts. Yeah, it's just a theory.
Look, if you go out on actual Christmas day, there's a special atmosphere. People know it's a weird day to go out, and they're willing to make the most of it. There hasn't been a Christmas when we didn't meet some strangers who were willing to make some new friends for one night. Because it is a special night. (Isaac Newton's birthday, obviously.)
But if you go out on The Sunday Three Days After Christmas, like we did this time, you get a bunch of people who look like they're having just one more beer before they have to go back to their Excel sheets and their knitting.
I noticed a weird thing when we walked into the first bar. Everybody there was arranged in a neat pattern of straight lines. The people at the bar were all sitting upright in almost the same position, and the tables on the other side all had exactly four people sitting straight and talking calmly. Nobody was standing or walking in-between. It was pretty mathematical.
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| Adventure Time fanart |
It also probably didn't help that F had to fit this in between visiting his mother in Friesland and visiting his in-laws in Serbia. I think he's on a plane right now.
And I was in a weird mood. Look, I've spent Christmas with my girlfriend for the past six years, but we broke up a few weeks ago. So everything is kind of different and weird. I had a short discussion about politics with F, which I literally never do because I'm very bad at disagreeing with people. I got irritated and ugh the mood was gone and I wasn't even feeling drunk anymore and I couldn't even downvote him because real life has a disappointing lack of clicky buttons.
F did have a pretty good theory about evolution though. Something about animals learning to make tools, developing a computer and using it to crack open nuts. Yeah, it's just a theory.
Saturday, December 27, 2014
2014 just won't end
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Let's talk about Trappist beers. Somebody somewhere once said that the best way to learn is to teach, so I'll try to edumacate you, and myself in the process.
(Last year around this time, on our annual Christmas outing with My Good Friend F, I bought us and some strangers we'd met a round of Westvleteren. Set me back like fifty euros or something. But goddamn it's worth it, and I might make it a tradition. We're going out again this year, tonight or tomorrow. Always fun.)
So what is a Trappist? Well, something something monks, vow of silence blah blah Belgium, etcetera boring whatever. Just check Wikipedia.
Well I just checked Wikipedia, and it turns out that, contrary to popular belief, Trappist monks do not take a vow of silence. They do have a Trappist sign language though, 'cos they're not big on talking. And they think laughter is evil? Hahahaha srsly wut. Well that'll teach me, for wanting to learn stuff. Let's point at them and laugh.
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Anyway, back to beer. Check out this episode of the Beer Hunter on Youtube, made in olden times (1989). He visits the monasteries of La Trappe and Chimay, and also Brouwerij 't IJ and a bar in Amsterdam, and some more Dutch microbrewers. Also there's a young monk who goes red in the face after drinking one Triple. It's kind of adorable.
So what's new in the world of Trappists? A whole bunch of stuff, actually. First of all, Westvleteren, generally considered the best beer in the world, always used to come in a bottle without a label. But it looks like that's about to change in 2015. To comply with European rules, they have to put a lot more information about the ingredients on the bottles, and it won't all fit on the bottle cap anymore.
Critics have pointed out that this may be the end of civilization as we know it.
Also, there's a bunch of new Trappists! Oh by the way, to make sure that a beer is really a Trappist, look for this logo:
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Here's a list of all Trappist beers: dummy text to link to a list of all Trappist beers
And here's a newspaper clipping I thought was funny:
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| From Bad Newspaper |
Back to Trappist beers again. Big news: there's now an American Trappist beer! Specifically, it's brewed in Spencer, Massachusetts, by monkeys? No wait, monks. Well that makes a lot more sense.
Ok my mind is wandering all over the place. Maybe I shouldn't drink beer while writing, but come on. I got a huge bottle of La Chouffe for taking care of that one huge hamster, and this is the perfect moment for making it gone.
Speaking of which, and in addition to my previous post, you should check out Drunk History. Warning: there's real puking in that video... But also the quote "Tesla was the electric Jesus." Every episode they get a famous(ish) person drunk, and get them to tell us about a piece of the history of where they live. And it's re-enacted with lip-synching.
Anyway, new Trappist beers. There's an Austrian monastery, Stift Engelszell, brewing Gregorius, Benno, and I guess Jubiläumsbier but that sounds temporary.
Also there's Zundert. Ugh this is taking way too long and I'm out of Chouffe. I don't know if you can tell but I write really slowly. I'm going to clean out a hamster cage. Later, everybody (one person who may be reading this).
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Still 2014
So, what have you been doing over the past year? Really? How interesting. Actually it was a rhetorical question, but... No by all means, go on. Huh. With sharks you say? Isn't that illegal? Yeah but... I mean, how do you even know that it's consensual? Well that's a good point. Still, it sounds a bit fishy. HAHAHA GET IT? Sorry no, I didn't mean to... Go on. Oh that was it? Huh. Well I really don't know what to... Yeah, no I won't tell anyone. You wouldn't want to... Exactly. Yeah. Well that was unexpected. Good story though.
ANYWAY, here's what you should have been doing in 2014:
Listening to the Serial podcast.
"The most popular podcast of all time" (so far) may not be the type of thing that appeals to you, but it does mean that millions of people are adding at least dozens of perspectives to a real murder case, that may or may not have gone the way the prosecutor and the police want you to believe it did.
Hae Min Lee, an 18 year old high school student in Baltimore, was murdered in 1999. Adnan Syed, her ex-boyfriend, was convicted for the crime and is currently in prison for life. Did he do it? Who the hell knows. Should he have been convicted? I don't think so. Should we blithely speculate about things that deeply affect real people's lives? Um...
I think the answer is yes, actually. It brings some much needed attention to things we might otherwise take for granted, concerning the (U.S.) justice system, truth, subjectivity, justice, and the American Way.
And if you like Serial, you may also like:
The documentary series "Up" by Michael Apted. I mean, it's very different from Serial, bur it's real, and my god it's brilliant. In 1964, British broadcaster Granada Television commissioned a documentary film about fourteen 7 year old British children, and Apted has been revisiting them every seven years (and filming them) to see how they were getting on. In the most recent installment, two years ago, they were all 56 years old, and if like me you've watched every installment, they are like old friends. Yes, even you, John. Please keep participating. We honestly do appreciate it.
Watching Soul Mates.
Australian comedy series about two men who are friends through different periods of history. Four periods, to be precise. Just watch some clips: Cavemen Discover Addiction (to spinning around really fast), Kiwi Assassins: The New Zealand Munustry of Dufinse, "Fuck the Banks" by the Bondi Hipsters, and there's a future time travel agency, but I couldn't find any clips of that on Youtube... I guess you'll have to watch the show to find out how they manage to undo all of Christianity.
And if you like Soul Mates, you may also like:
Flight of the Conchords, the Mighty Boosh, and you should really already be familiar with the IT Crowd you philistine.
Watching Jane the Virgin.
A playful take on a Venezuelan telenovela, Jane the Virgin mixes lighthearted fun with sincere depth. Centered around, and anchored firmly by, three generations of Latina women in Miami, the show can afford to be silly without losing sight of what's important. And silly it, um, affords. I particularly enjoy Rogelio (Jaime Camil), the completely shallow but well-meaning telenovela star (it's a show within the show!) who is physically incapable of talking about anything other than himself. Check out the character's Twitter! And then, you know, watch the show.
And if you like Jane the Virgin, you may also like:
Twin Peaks! Yeah that's right, I said it.
ANYWAY, here's what you should have been doing in 2014:
Listening to the Serial podcast.
"The most popular podcast of all time" (so far) may not be the type of thing that appeals to you, but it does mean that millions of people are adding at least dozens of perspectives to a real murder case, that may or may not have gone the way the prosecutor and the police want you to believe it did.
Hae Min Lee, an 18 year old high school student in Baltimore, was murdered in 1999. Adnan Syed, her ex-boyfriend, was convicted for the crime and is currently in prison for life. Did he do it? Who the hell knows. Should he have been convicted? I don't think so. Should we blithely speculate about things that deeply affect real people's lives? Um...
I think the answer is yes, actually. It brings some much needed attention to things we might otherwise take for granted, concerning the (U.S.) justice system, truth, subjectivity, justice, and the American Way.
And if you like Serial, you may also like:
The documentary series "Up" by Michael Apted. I mean, it's very different from Serial, bur it's real, and my god it's brilliant. In 1964, British broadcaster Granada Television commissioned a documentary film about fourteen 7 year old British children, and Apted has been revisiting them every seven years (and filming them) to see how they were getting on. In the most recent installment, two years ago, they were all 56 years old, and if like me you've watched every installment, they are like old friends. Yes, even you, John. Please keep participating. We honestly do appreciate it.
Watching Soul Mates.
Australian comedy series about two men who are friends through different periods of history. Four periods, to be precise. Just watch some clips: Cavemen Discover Addiction (to spinning around really fast), Kiwi Assassins: The New Zealand Munustry of Dufinse, "Fuck the Banks" by the Bondi Hipsters, and there's a future time travel agency, but I couldn't find any clips of that on Youtube... I guess you'll have to watch the show to find out how they manage to undo all of Christianity.
And if you like Soul Mates, you may also like:
Flight of the Conchords, the Mighty Boosh, and you should really already be familiar with the IT Crowd you philistine.
Watching Jane the Virgin.
A playful take on a Venezuelan telenovela, Jane the Virgin mixes lighthearted fun with sincere depth. Centered around, and anchored firmly by, three generations of Latina women in Miami, the show can afford to be silly without losing sight of what's important. And silly it, um, affords. I particularly enjoy Rogelio (Jaime Camil), the completely shallow but well-meaning telenovela star (it's a show within the show!) who is physically incapable of talking about anything other than himself. Check out the character's Twitter! And then, you know, watch the show.
And if you like Jane the Virgin, you may also like:
Twin Peaks! Yeah that's right, I said it.
Xmas 2014
You know, I wish I had some thoughts. This would be the perfect place to write them down.
Note to whoever left two hamsters at my place: they're totally fine, not trying to kill each other at all. Although I kinda remember there used to be three of them? Could be wrong though.
Note to whoever used to be my girlfriend for the past six years: ah what can I say. Hope you're doing well, I really do.
Note to whoever is reading this: do you know anyone in New York City? I really want a .nyc web URL thingy, but they're only available to people with a physical NYC address. So I wish I knew someone there.
In fact, considering how obsessed I am with the city, I wouldn't mind making some online friends there anyway. I might look into that.
Speaking of which, can you BELIEVE they're replacing the wooden Boardwalk on Coney Island with concrete? It's been there since 1923, and it should damn well stay there. Coney just wouldn't be Coney without it. Please sign the petition on change.org to have it designated a NYC Scenic Landmark. Because it is a damn landmark.
Note to whoever left two hamsters at my place: they're totally fine, not trying to kill each other at all. Although I kinda remember there used to be three of them? Could be wrong though.
Note to whoever used to be my girlfriend for the past six years: ah what can I say. Hope you're doing well, I really do.
Note to whoever is reading this: do you know anyone in New York City? I really want a .nyc web URL thingy, but they're only available to people with a physical NYC address. So I wish I knew someone there.
In fact, considering how obsessed I am with the city, I wouldn't mind making some online friends there anyway. I might look into that.
Speaking of which, can you BELIEVE they're replacing the wooden Boardwalk on Coney Island with concrete? It's been there since 1923, and it should damn well stay there. Coney just wouldn't be Coney without it. Please sign the petition on change.org to have it designated a NYC Scenic Landmark. Because it is a damn landmark.
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| Coney Island's Riegelmann Boardwalk (via wikipedia) |
Monday, December 26, 2011
Christmas 2011
Christmas really was a lot of fun this year. Also, I don't really feel like blogging about it. Sorry.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Whoops 2010
Is it Christmas again? I almost forgot.
This year, I'm doing absolutely nothing. Maybe some programming. In C#, if you're curious.
And maybe a little blogging. Yay! I know, I'm excited too!
This year, I'm doing absolutely nothing. Maybe some programming. In C#, if you're curious.
And maybe a little blogging. Yay! I know, I'm excited too!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Fuckmas 2009
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Leave me the fuck alone fuck.
See you next year.
Leave me the fuck alone fuck.
See you next year.
Friday, December 26, 2008
xmas 2008
At the moment, I'm really enjoying the backing vocals to "Love of the Common People."
Talk to you next year.
Talk to you next year.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
So Long And Thanks
Well, that's all. I'm a quittin' this blog now. I started it to have something to do for christmas, and because I thought it might be fun. And it was. I might get me a blog for real, as it were, but it won't be this one. This is over. Maybe I'll come back to it next christmas.
Oh, and I really think it's best, if you're going to read this thing (or even part of it), that you start at the first post, and work your way back up. Chronological, like, for sense-making purposes.
So goodbye, and welcome. Click here to go to the first post.
Goodbye.
Oh, and I really think it's best, if you're going to read this thing (or even part of it), that you start at the first post, and work your way back up. Chronological, like, for sense-making purposes.
So goodbye, and welcome. Click here to go to the first post.
Goodbye.
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OMFG, it's four o'clock. At night. And work tomorrow.
I was out tonight, with My Good Friend F, sort of a christmas thing. We did that last year, went to a restaurant and then dancing, and we liked it so we did it again this year. And we liked it again.
Belgian restaurant 'Lieve' in Amsterdam. Good food (mostly, except for the fish), great conversation, so that's okay. My Good Friend F is insane, that helps.
Later, we went to the Sugar Factory, for drinking & dancing & being so cool that women would faint and men would hate us, so we drank and we danced and we were cool. And the women, well they were a bit strange. Or drunk, is a better way of putting it. No actually they were drunk and strange. At least the two that we talked to. I talked to one of them, except in the middle of a sentence she turned to My Good Friend F, and continued the conversation with him. And ignored me for the rest of the night. I mean, what? Was it something I said? My Good Friend F later ascertained that they were in fact both crazy, but he may have said that just to make me feel better.
She was pretty, too. Ah well. Apparently there's some sort of sea, and there are fish in it.
I was out tonight, with My Good Friend F, sort of a christmas thing. We did that last year, went to a restaurant and then dancing, and we liked it so we did it again this year. And we liked it again.
Belgian restaurant 'Lieve' in Amsterdam. Good food (mostly, except for the fish), great conversation, so that's okay. My Good Friend F is insane, that helps.
Later, we went to the Sugar Factory, for drinking & dancing & being so cool that women would faint and men would hate us, so we drank and we danced and we were cool. And the women, well they were a bit strange. Or drunk, is a better way of putting it. No actually they were drunk and strange. At least the two that we talked to. I talked to one of them, except in the middle of a sentence she turned to My Good Friend F, and continued the conversation with him. And ignored me for the rest of the night. I mean, what? Was it something I said? My Good Friend F later ascertained that they were in fact both crazy, but he may have said that just to make me feel better.
She was pretty, too. Ah well. Apparently there's some sort of sea, and there are fish in it.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
2007: A Year In Music
Traditionally, at this time of the year, we look back at the music that gave the year so much of its character, that provided the soundtrack to our lives. What topped the charts, which newcomers found a place in our hearts, and what veteran musicians still managed to surprise us. So here it is, our selection of the musical highlights of 2007:
Not a fucking thing.
Not a fucking thing.
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