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Sunday, October 30, 2005

Just for Fun

Thought I would do better then this actually, being from The Simpsons generation and all. Have a go and let me know your results. Groundskeeper Willie - you gotta love him.

Willie
Congratulations! You just scored 62% in Simpsons Knowledge!
Well, well. You are obviously someone who worked hard to know enough about The Simpsons to achieve a respectable score. I would suggest that you watch more Simpsons, of cource, as I am growing to appreciate you for your knowledge of Simpsons. I am happy to award you with this score. Keep working on it.







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You scored higher than 20% on Knowledge
Link: SorrowEternal on The Advanced Simpsons Trivia Test written by Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test




Monday, October 24, 2005

Let's Get Ready To Rumble...

Boxing.
I despise the sport. I really do. I have always held this opinion, but I have thought about it more in the last couple of days after seeing the beginning of the Tua fight on Saturday. Obviously it was not a happy choice I made to spend a sunny Saturday afternoon watching boxing on television, but the three guys I was playing tennis with decided to watch the event. It was either go with them or sadly stand alone on a tennis court without even a wall to hit against. I decided upon the company of my friends, although I did make it very clear that I was not enthused.

I find boxing disgusting, barbaric and boring. And stupid. Now I know that a lot of hard work and skill is required to be a professional boxer (I too have read The Power of One), but I still just don't get it. Puch each other to see who can get the best and most hits, or just plain old knock the other guy out. Hmmm, sounds fun - and healthy too. It also shows us that it is okay to hold violent agression towards another person, a person who in fact has not even done anything to arouse that agression, other then partake in the same sport. I would rather watch synchronised swimming (I hope now you are beginning to fully realise my distaste for boxing).

I guess what I want to achieve through this blog is to find out what other people think about this sport of ancient roots. If you want to defend boxing then please do, I look forward to the debate!

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Pure Hate

I found the link to this article in a post on AgriChristian's Blog (a link to which you will find on Drone's Blog). I was obviously appalled by the article. I invite you to check it out yourself and see what you think. It is certainly a side of media we do not see daily, and for that we should be thankful.
http://www.michnews.com/artman/publish/article_9292.shtml

Friday, October 07, 2005

Breast Aware

Today I helped with the Pink Ribbon street appeal. My mother's best friend died earlier this year after a long struggle with cancer that initially started as breast cancer. One of her daughters organised the central Lower Hutt region this year, so I helped out at Queensgate.

Something that struck me before I had even started my shift was the lack of men willing to buy a pink ribbon or band (the bands are those rubber ones you see everywhere now, like the yellow Lance Armstrong leukemia one). I was waiting at the bus stop at the bottom of Molesworth street for my bus this morning (which was, of course, late), and as I sat there I watched two girls who were collecting at the Railway station Bus Exchange area. At 8.30 in the morning this is quite a busy area and so you would assume their job of collecting wouldn't be too difficult. In the 20 minutes I was there (waiting for my late bus), many women stopped to buy a ribbon only one man was feeling charitiable. One! Out of the hundreds of people who went past, just one. I was amazed, but at least it prepared me for my own collection duties, because the Lower Hutt male population were just as bad.

Now obviously I do not think men are less charitable then women generally - don't get me wrong, this is not some feminist attack on the selfishness of man. I have given some thought to it however, and have come up with two reasons to explain this lack of charity.

1. PINK. Men do not like pink. Well society tells men not to like pink. So naturally if you ask a man to buy something pink (let alone a ribbon) they are going to feel obliged to decline.

2. THE BREAST. Again, it all has to do with society. Although we might not be as prudish as we were, say, fifty years ago, the breast is still a bit of a taboo subject. For most women it is fine, we can discuss them and not feel embarassed, although there still are the few prudes among us. The only way men can discuss them however is through a passing remark such as "Mate, look at the tits on her" or some other piece of intellectual dialogue. To oogle is fine, but as soon as the breast becomes something other then a sexual object the subject is quickly closed. Those who object to breast-feeding in public tend to be men, bizarre as that might sound. Similarily, breast cancer is an uncomfortable subject for men. It may not happen to men, but for every woman who is diagnosed with it, it will effect at least one man in that woman's life. Still, men chose to walk past us today, avoiding eye contact, or if they did donate then they did so very quickly and would not take a ribbon.

Interestingly enough, those males who were the most strongly represented in their charity were boys/young men of about 14 to 20 years old. Maybe there is hope for the future generation still.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

84 freakin 50

I am a student. A poor, some might say impoverished student. Have been for 5 years now. No, I do not know the luxury that is money. So you can imagine my dismay when I got home from uni today, (after paying a, what I thought to be, hefty fine of $14.00 at the uni library) and found a letter from the Wellington Council. Now I am not a driver, and as far as I know I have had no other dealings with her honour the mayor, so I knew that it must be from...the library.

Sure enough it was a letter informing me of my fines, but imagine my astonishment when I read AMOUNT OUTSTANDING: $84.50. That's right, $84.50 people! What's more I have 21 days to pay the fine or big bad men come around and smash my windows, or something to that effect. AND I have been officially suspended from my library borrowing privileges, alas what ever shall I do!

Now, it was 6 books, 4 weeks overdue, but still I feel the fine is rather steep. And one of the 'books' is described as the following:

TITLE: untitled AUTHOR: not found

A little suspicious me thinks, there is no way I am paying 10.50 for that mysterious 'book'.

So, intelligent people who read this blog, any suggestions of how to overcome this predicament will be greatly appreciated. Some ideas that have already been given (courtesy of Ewen) are:

1. Have my boyfriend pay it (because that is what good boyfriends do)
2. Sell my soul to the library, which will then haunt the floors of the library, warning all those who enter to bring back their books promptly.
3. Sell the rights to my blog for the bargain price of $84.50

I look forward to your suggestions.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Shakespeare geek

The title of my blog is a quote from Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice. The entire quote is delivered by Antonio:

“I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,
A stage where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.”
(I, i, 77-79)

It echoes a more familiar quote from As You Like It; ‘All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players’. Thus begins Jaques’ lengthy soliloquy on the stages of man. It is a theme that seems to have fascinated Shakespeare, as you will find in almost all of his plays there is reference to acting, theatre or even a play within the play.

Antonio is suggesting that one cannot change the world, or even ones own standing, but that we must accept the world as it is and play the part we have been given - by whom is another question (this can lead into a fascinating theme of the play with Antonio being the righteous Christian who hates Shylock for no other reason then being a Jew). In this way he explains away his melancholy state to his concerned friends; he cannot help it, it is his lot in life. I am by no means agreeing with Antonio here, in fact he is one of the most dislikeable non-villains of literature. But the idea that we all have our part to play is one that interests me. We all take on different roles in life, and although I try to be myself wherever I am and whomever I am with, I know I change. The friend Lisa is not the same as the daughter Lisa. The sister Lisa is very different from the teacher Lisa. From person to person I change, not greatly but enough to make me wonder exactly who I am. Am I changing to fit into context? Is it for my benefit, for the other person’s, or both? Think about the roles you play and how many character changes you go through in one day. You will be surprised.

Lastly, if you have not read Shakespeare since school, I challenge you to read one play, or even a sonnet. Within his works you will find insight into human nature that has never been rivalled.

And into the blogging world...

When my friends fell into the new literary phenomenon that is the blog, I have to admit that I was a little unimpressed. The idea of sharing ones own thoughts, opinions, and every little detail of life with a larger public then I care to imagine, seemed a wee bit narcissistic. But here I am. Having enjoyed responding to the postings of Drone, Lrav and Michelle, I have decided to venture into it myself. What I am going to discuss I have yet to decide, but I guess like most blogs it will be in part a diary, but mostly a forum to air my opinions and grievances with the world. Please feel free to comment, argue, criticise - whatever takes your fancy.