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What I tell you three times is true
Sep. 12th, 2006 03:46 pmI have Tuesdays off, and today was this absolutely gorgeous clear still day and it was so warm, the kind of spring day that you never get in Wellington. I opened all my curtains and windows and lay on my bed getting hotter and hotter and reading The Hunting of the Snark, and it was great.
I also fixed up Frankenmix 5.0: Skylights and Sugarpanes. Fair warning: I've been listening to music from Supernatural a LOT lately, and this mix is pretty much a direct reaction to that, by which I mean "as far away from that as I could get." Um, I quite like it anyway! Also, quite a lot of NZ stuff on here, for a change.
( tracklisting and uploads, clicky clicky )
Bonus tracks, to alleviate the sheer candy-cane sweetness of the above: Ry Cooder – Willie Brown Blues (Crossroads OST) (Um, not the Britney one, the one about blues guitarists.) & Us3 – Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia), which are blues and jazz and totally, totally awesome.
Also! For your entertainment, the fucking funniest thing I ever read in academia. (Necessary context: Carroll said of this poem that it was "stuff and nonsense." He did add that "words mean more than we mean to express when we use them", creating an opening for people who want to explore this poem at all: but, seriously, I think that this is maybe taking it a tad too far, and I hope it's tongue-in-cheek. Also, all the characters in the Snark begin with B; the Bellman, the Butcher, the Boojum, the Bandersnatch, etc. Finally, these paragraphs are preceded by an unnecessarily complicated reading of the Snark as the embodiment of nothingness and existential uncertainties.)
We are poised now on the brink of discovering
the unsuspected meaning that Carroll's poem
acquired in 1942 when Enrico Fermi and his
associates (working, appropriately, in a former
squash court) obtained the first sustained
nuclear chain reaction.
Consider for a moment that remarkable four-letter
word bomb. It begins and ends with b.
The second b is silent; the final silence. B
for birth, non-b for Nothing. Between the two
b's (to be or not to be) is Om, Hindu symbol
for the nature of Brahman, the Absolute, the
god behind the lesser gods whose tasks are to
create, preserve, and destroy all that is.
-- Marten Gardner, The Annotated Snark: Introduction.
The rest of the introduction (and the notes to text) are woefully dated but interesting. But I mean.
I also fixed up Frankenmix 5.0: Skylights and Sugarpanes. Fair warning: I've been listening to music from Supernatural a LOT lately, and this mix is pretty much a direct reaction to that, by which I mean "as far away from that as I could get." Um, I quite like it anyway! Also, quite a lot of NZ stuff on here, for a change.
( tracklisting and uploads, clicky clicky )
Bonus tracks, to alleviate the sheer candy-cane sweetness of the above: Ry Cooder – Willie Brown Blues (Crossroads OST) (Um, not the Britney one, the one about blues guitarists.) & Us3 – Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia), which are blues and jazz and totally, totally awesome.
Also! For your entertainment, the fucking funniest thing I ever read in academia. (Necessary context: Carroll said of this poem that it was "stuff and nonsense." He did add that "words mean more than we mean to express when we use them", creating an opening for people who want to explore this poem at all: but, seriously, I think that this is maybe taking it a tad too far, and I hope it's tongue-in-cheek. Also, all the characters in the Snark begin with B; the Bellman, the Butcher, the Boojum, the Bandersnatch, etc. Finally, these paragraphs are preceded by an unnecessarily complicated reading of the Snark as the embodiment of nothingness and existential uncertainties.)
We are poised now on the brink of discovering
the unsuspected meaning that Carroll's poem
acquired in 1942 when Enrico Fermi and his
associates (working, appropriately, in a former
squash court) obtained the first sustained
nuclear chain reaction.
Consider for a moment that remarkable four-letter
word bomb. It begins and ends with b.
The second b is silent; the final silence. B
for birth, non-b for Nothing. Between the two
b's (to be or not to be) is Om, Hindu symbol
for the nature of Brahman, the Absolute, the
god behind the lesser gods whose tasks are to
create, preserve, and destroy all that is.
-- Marten Gardner, The Annotated Snark: Introduction.
The rest of the introduction (and the notes to text) are woefully dated but interesting. But I mean.
