I think all I need to say here is Korova and all the photographs are shit so I’ll also say A Clockwork Orange
Oh my god I was internetting about and I found this:
It’s a bar based on the theme of East Berlin and there are tables made of ammunition boxes and socialist street art and escape maps and it’s all mismatched and Spartan and oh my god on the other side of it is West Berlin:
which is all classy and wealthy and luxurious and oh my fucking god
I just heard children talking as they walked past my house and I literally sprinted to the window to watch them oh my god what
I just ate so much mayonnaise
I like the idea that the world is more complex than face-value, but only in a fictional sense, because I’m too much of a skeptic to follow actual Illuminati theories. That maybe, there’s more exciting things, and just maybe they take place in the most beautiful places in the world.
It’s like investing in a higher power for those who aren’t religious; I just really love the concept that man can put so much time and effort, over centuries, to protecting an ideal, without the necessity of public knowledge. Like, “I will employ these ancient Egyptian architects to build a series of deadly traps so nobody will ever find this ancient relic for the next five million years” not “this house will need to be rebuilt in fifty years”; because nobody cares about the architectual future any more. We don’t build for eternity because nobody believes we’re worth it. The Egyptians did, and the Church does, and a billion others, but not 21st century us.
I LIKE ARCHITECTURE & TIME
Something not many people will know about me is that I am the world’s biggest sucker for adventures. I don’t mean like Harry Potter adventures, I mean like National Treasure, Da Vinci Code, Angels and Demons, ancient-relic-holds-the-clue adventures. Adventures with treasure and conspiracies. I don’t care that National Treasure stars Nicholas Cage, it has presidential secrets and ancient inventions and buried things.
Sure The Da Vinci Code is a bit of a messy giant lie and most people scoff about it but oh my god it’s so exciting. I haven’t read the book (yet) but THERE IS CATHOLIC CHURCH CONSPIRACIES!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU NOT WANT THAT? Also the music is incredible, and Tom Hanks.
This is the reason I still read Matthew Reilly books, even though they’re written like a four year old imagined them and a twelve year old wrote them. The crocodile wrestling part is outweighed by the ancient treasure parts.
It’s sad because it’s actually true and when I realised it I went to my cupboard and found my Iron Giant VHS and cradled it and cried softly
Christopher Robin Milne, famously, is the son of A. A. Milne and the basis for the children’s book character Christopher Robin in the series Winnie-The-Pooh. In the books, Milne’s love and respect for his son is subtle, but evident:
Christopher Robin lived at the other end of the Forest, and when he came back with Rabbit and saw the front half of Pooh, he said, “Silly old bear,” in such a loving voice that everybody felt quite hopeful again.
In any of Milne’s poems or stories, Christopher Robin is a loving boy with a tack for precocity and a deep capacity for warmth and generosity. For a while, Christopher Robin cherished his father’s stories, as he “quite liked being Christopher Robin and being famous”.
As he grew older, however, this quickly turned sour. Ridiculed for his starring role in the children’s series at high school, Christopher formed a hatred for his father’s work. In the army this only intensified, and when he returned, he spoke to his father only in the final stages of the author’s life; he did not speak to his mother ever again, and in the 15 years leading up to her death they had no communication. His wife, also his first cousin, detested Pooh and intensified Christopher’s own hatred of it. Christopher’s only daughter would later be born with cerebral palsy.
Christopher Robin gave away Winnie and his other childhood toys to the editor of the Pooh series, a final severance between himself and his father’s books. Christopher Robin, unfortunately, was blessed only on paper.
However, seemingly in opposition to all this, Christopher studied English at Cambridge and spent most of his life wanting to be a writer. Many years later, as an older man, he would dedicate himself to the preservation of the Ashdown Forest — where he spent his childhood holidays, and the inspiration for Pooh’s own home.
- I DIDN’T KNOW THIS WAS A THING I THOUGHT IT WAS INTERNATIONAL WORD CONFUSION
- I FEEL IGNORANT AND DISGUSTED
I don’t think this has anything to do with international word confusion. I just think you’re cream-ignorant.
So, uh… cream is what you get when you milk a cow.
When a cow is milked you’ve got this layer of butterfat (sounds gross, tastes great) on the top of the milk. The butterfat is skimmed off and the rest of the milk gets heated up really hot and becomes the milk you buy in stores. The butterfat is then used to produce cream which comes in a variety of different fat contents. Like, light cream, the cream put in coffee, is, like, 20% fat. It’s a thick, white liquid… like whole milk.
I think the cream you’re thinking of is known in America as “whipped cream”. This is when you take a heavy whipping cream (or double-cream in Australia???) and whip the shit out of it with a beater. Then, like with eggs, you’re adding air to the cream which causes it to thicken and become the thick crap you put on cakes and berries and all sorts of sweet-ass desserts.
Look, I’ve never been to Australia but I know (according to Wikipedia) that you guys certainly have cream. So, I guess my question is… Where have you been living that you’ve never heard of cream? Under a cream-less rock?
I AM OFFENDED BY YOUR ACCUSATION. I AM NOT CREAM IGNORANT. CREAM IS THICKENED CREAM, WITH FAT IN IT, THAT YOU PUT ON DESSERT. IF YOU GO CRAZY WITH A FORK ON CREAM, YOU GET WHIPPED CREAM, WHICH IS USED FOR SITUATIONS SUCH AS PAVLOVA. CREAM IS HEAVY AND POURS. MILK IS THE SHIT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT THAT GETS HEATED UP. I KNOW FROM GENERAL LIFE THAT THERE ARE LOTS OF MILKS: FULL CREAM, LIGHT, PASTURIZED (BASICALLY ALL MILK), EXTRA DOLLOP. WHIPPED CREAM IS THICKENED CREAM WHICH HAS BEEN MANUALLY WHIPPED AND/OR COMES OUT OF A TIN WITH AN AEROSOL LID FOR SPRAYING ON CHEAP DESSERTS.
AM I THE ONLY PERSON WHO UDNESTANDS “CREAM” TO BE “THICKENED CREAM” AND NOT “THING YOU PUT IN COFFEE” BECAUSE I THOUGHT MILK WENT IN COFFEE AND NOTHING ELSE
im gonna play the ‘im a barista’ card here.
steph you are not crazy - yes there are gazillions of different types of milk (and i still get customers who want us to make them crazy hybrid coffees with three types of milk in one drink because they’re special little flowers).
and yes we do get people who want us to put actual cream in their coffee. the same thickened cream that we use as an ingredient to make whipped cream that we put on the top of iced drinks - yes it is a key ingredient however the two things are very very different.
before i worked at a coffee shop i thought it was word confusion too and that american’s said cream when they wanted milk (i.e. in their long blacks or milk) but nope there are some people who genuinely want cream (unwhipped) in their coffees.
end milk rant. and that’s something i never thought i’d say.
I can’t tell if you’re trying to insult me omg sorry if you’re not I’m really confused and nervous
Not at all! With every new move in science comes a great push in philosophy; even Descartes discussed the idea that a machine can think, but never has it been explored with such necessity. The concepts of time travel and artificial intelligence, down to euthanasia and self-defence — these might not always be universally relevant, but they are relevant to now.
Philosophy is as ever-changing as any other aspect of society, I reckon. Not too long ago a man named Gettier published a two-page paper which completely dispelled the requirements for knowledge proposed by Plato. That’s hundreds of years of accepted philosophy broken down by one man, who never wrote a single paper again in his life.
The very nature of philosophy is that there are no answers; and questions with no answers are infinitely more interesting.
Yeah thankfully the people in my class aren’t any of those things. They’re all actually pretty intelligent, open-minded, logical and not prone to fallacy, except one who is the most contrary person I’ve ever met.
That being said some of the philosophers of generations past have been pretty shit. Honestly I’ve never read a less useful or eloquent piece than Thomson’s, and she’s probably as old as my mum.
But yeah. Yeah. I just can’t imagine anyone even doing it any more.
At the moment in the US there is a collection of affiliated protests, centred on New York city. As with all “grass roots” protest movements, some of the protesters are unemployed or students who enjoy shows of unity and demands for change as a recreational sport. Some of them are people who have found themselves with a low quality of life for no other reason than they have declined to work to improve it. They see that other people have a high quality of life and are demanding the same.
These groups of people are the minority. The majority of protesters, and the theme of the protest, is the idea of a (figurative) 99% of America who may or may not be well educated, but work hard, and still have a quality of life that compares better to developing countries than the United States. Some are drowning in student debts that are all but impossible to service. Some have been through processes of being laid off or having pay reductions in corporate cost cutting exercises and earn only as much or in many cases significantly less than they did several years ago - while costs continue to inflate. Many or most have no access to healthcare were they to require it - not being able to afford access to the user-pays American system.
The 99% are real, and it’s frightening. Young families with $10 left after essentials who are an illness away from bankruptcy, professionals with undergraduate degrees in corporate roles who are choosing between making student loan payments and eating dinner. One to two generations of Americans who are fed up to hell with an economy that came about largely because of a finance industry which managed to somehow overthrow the rules of capitalism; an industry that instead of winning or losing based on market supply and demand, took home its profits, and managed to get its debts paid by taxpayers. The entirety of Wall St is like Nick Leeson, the derivatives trader who worked for Barings making a tonne of highly profitable transactional trades, all the while putting the debts from the disastrous failed trades into an “error account” (numbered 88888) until they totalled $1.4 billion and were discovered. Barings was sold to ING for £1.00
Australia is different. Australia is a country with universal subsidised healthcare, subsidised tertiary education with an efficient and fair loans scheme which is paid at an acceptable rate only out of the money you earn, near universal employment and an expansive welfare system that can sustain the unemployed for years if that’s what the situation requires (unlike the US’ time-limited unemployment benefits scheme).
Our banks are strong and to a large extent highly ethical. The lack of speculative, nonsensical finance products bought and sold in Australia by our highly liquid and well regulated financial institutions, means our economy didn’t only not plunge into recession in the GFC, we largely didn’t even feel its effects beyond those from exposure to overseas markets. Our average wage is about 150% of the US’, our minimum wage is $15.51 to the $8.00 in Los Angeles. It’s not perfect but when an Australian retires, they will absolutely have some retirement benefits due to a pension system and the superannuation guarantee.
We have our problems. We have people who are mentally ill who aren’t getting help. We have indigenous communities that just aren’t thriving. We have a nation gripped with an absurd fascination with people who crawl onto our beaches having escaped whatever hasn’t been bombed into a vapour in their home country. We have a polarised national debate about the global environment and how to minimise our effect on it, and that debate is birthing a sociological crisis in the way groups of Australians interact with each other, their government, and the media.
These problems don’t get fixed with the solutions the Americans are demanding. “Occupying” Sydney or Melbourne and demanding the “end of corporate greed” is putting a bandaid on your forehead to deal with a headache. With the lack of relevancy the “occupy” movement has in Australia, the only people left are the unhygienic, mouth breathing Socialist Alliance, Citizen’s Electoral Council and other limpet organisations that try to inseminate their agenda into any group of people larger than about twelve individuals. You want to occupy something in Australia?
Occupy your local member’s office and discuss how the mentally ill can get the help they need.
Occupy a soup kitchen and use your labour to give the homeless that we do have, a hot nutritious meal.
Occupy a dinner party and explain the scope and substance of our “refugee crisis” to your friends in clear, respectful language.
Occupy a talkback radio station for 5 minutes on the phone, and ask the shock jock why it’s a bad thing for the government to make polluting more expensive for companies.
I don’t really think I can say any TV show is ‘the best’ in the same way I cannot tell you which bed size is ‘the best’ because you cannot fit a king size bed in a regulation prison cell and that is a clear example of when a king size bed is not ‘the best’ despite what one might think.
I went through the Wikipedia list of television genres and chose the ones I actually know about, and tried and choose a minimum of two.
Cartoon series: Harvey Birdman, Attorney At Law. Archer.
Children’s series: Adventure Time. Flapjack. Batman: The Animated Series.
Satire: The Chaser’s War on Everything.
Superhero live-action series: Batman (the Adam West version).
Supernatural drama: Supernatural.
Science fiction: Fringe. Doctor Who. Torchwood.
Space Western: Firefly. Star Trek.
Anime: Trigun. Cowboy Bebop. Baccano!. Monster. Darker than Black.
Food reality television: anything with cakes in shapes
Comedy: The Office. Arrested Development. Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
Guilty pleasures: Sex and the City.
Series I really hate: Scrubs. Entourage. Anything with a panel, except shows with cakes in shapes.
- I’M SUPPOSED TO WRITE A STUPID FUCKING ESSAY ABOUT THESE TWO GUYS HAVING IT OFF AT ONE ANOTHER THROUGH BADLY WRITTEN PHILOSOPHY PAPERS
- ONE IS LIKE “OMG YES TIME TRAVEL!”
- AND THE OTHER ONE IS LIKE “OMG YOU’RE AN IDIOT!”
- AND IF YOU READ IT LIKE, ONCE
- YOU REALISE THAT THEY ARE NOT EVEN ARGUING ABOUT THE SAME THING
- THE FIRST GUY IS LIKE “I THINK THIS!”
- AND THE SECOND GUY IS LIKE “I KNOW YOU THINK THIS SO I WILL WRITE FROM THAT POINT OF VIEW TO PROVE IT IS WRONG!” BUT THEN HE SPENDS THE REST OF THE PAPER TALKING ABOUT IT FROM A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW AND IT ISN’T EVEN APPLICABLE BECAUSE IF YOU’RE NOT A DETERMINIST THEN ALL OF THE FIRST GUY’S POINTS ARE INVALID ANYWAY SO WHY ARE YOU EVEN BOTHERING TO ARGUE THIS FROM A FREE WILL STANCE WHEN OBVIOUSLY HE RECOMMENDS YOU APPROACH IT FROM A DETERMINIST ONE I MEAN REALLY
- OBVIOUSLY HIS POINTS DON’T MAKE SENSE IF YOU’RE NOT A DETERMINIST
- WHY WOULD YOU EVEN BOTHER WRITING THIS PAPER
- I AM SO ANGRY