2012 — 13 October: Saturday
The word "superstitious" has 13 letters.13 And I try not to spill salt or break mirrors...
It's looking quite bright (at 08:35) and superstitiously (?) dry so I think this morning's planned little ramble should still be "on". Though not before breakfast — that would simply be tempting fate. And let's not even get into the idea of how you tempt a lady who holds the very fabric of your life in her hands. It would be difficult to surprise her, for example :-)
Today's topic...
... of perambulatory conversation may well include Mike's very recent PC rebuilding adventures. He's jumping the AMD ship (as did I, ten months ago, with BlackBeast Mk II, of course) for the hyper-cored happiness of Intel's warm embrace. Not to mention a new graphics card. I shall naturally be teasing him about his stick-in-the-muddiness (of XP) approach though he's set up a dual boot system on at least one of the boxes. But then I've been sipping the Win7 Kool Aid for quite a while, so what do I know?
It's now being suggested that an estuary airport would cause fewer deaths than a third runway at Heathrow because (if you please) most of the aviation-related emissions and pollution is carried safely out to sea... so that's alright, then. After all, it's not as if the sea ever interacts with us in any way, being clearly intelligently designed to soak up whatever sh1t we choose to dump into it. Did I ever advance the hypothesis that humans are a deeply stupid species? Or that aviation is pretty near the peak of that particular energy and pollution pyramid no matter how clever the technology?
Sorry, Big Bro, but on this one you are simply wrong, so don't even start. (And cars are no better, I know.)
Back...
... some 6.3 miles later, in time for a shower (inside and out) and to hear a lady on the BBC's "Any Questions" suggesting — in the light of surfacing allegations about one of the nation's higher-profile celebrities (now dead) and his alleged nature as a sexual predator on a grand scale — that "Nobody should be untouchable". I think I know what she meant. There's an awfully large amount of "Somebody should have..." going on at the moment.
It's a nice, sunny afternoon, but not exactly toasty warm out there. Time (15:25) for that vital next cuppa, methinks. [Pause] Mother Nature has just shown me to be a liar... it's now raining, a mere quarter of an hour later. I think I'd better hibernate.
Say what?
Nicely put, I think:
Malabou studied with Derrida (with whom she also co-authored a book), and seems to have taken cues not only from his continental style but from the inscrutability of his prose. Her sentences often descend into a thicket of jargon from which a reader, especially one not versed in Freudian theory, may find herself hard-pressed to extract meaning: "The cloven structure of sexuality, the "screen" of the "libido theory"... enlarges the signification of etiology." To be fair, this is an English translation of a French philosopher working with a German conceptual framework, but if you're looking for a lucid explanation of Freud and an engaging contemporary critique of his theories in light of modern neuroscience, I suggest you turn elsewhere.
I've not read anything by, nor even heard of, the lady.
Brrr
Unless it's my imagination it's got pretty cold out there. A mere 5C on my front porch. Never mind; it will soon be Xmas.