Words I Like, Part Two.

August 17, 2009 at 10:01 PM (Words I Like) (, , , , , )

Well, not much happened to me today, and people seem to like the words, so we’ll do another iteration of Words I Like!

11. flag crusher-one who is oblivious to or unwittingly turns down others’ romantic advances or gestures; noun

This is pretty much a loan translation from Japanese, or at least I think  it is.  I got it from Hetalia, where America is a flag crusher.  I like this word because it fills a gap in English.  I mean, there’s not really any efficient way to get across this meaning.  I’ll try to popularize “flag crusher,” but you guys need to help.  Use it!  Get your friends to use it!  Or else!

12. mollycoddle-a male used to being coddled; noun

This is just one of those old words that sound so much like what they are.  I prefer the older English words to more Latin ones because the more Germanic words tend to be stronger and more emphatic.

13. pica-the tendency or craving to eat substances other than normal foodstuffs, especially non-nutritive substances; noun

I didn’t know this had its own word until I came across it one day.  It just never occurred to me that people might have a word for it.  I mean, I guess I should have known, but isn’t that cool?  Mostly it’s used in a pregnany context, but any instance of this behavior counts.

14. post-lapsarian-occurring after the Fall of Adam and Eve; adjective

How necessary is this word?  I mean, even if you believe in a literally true Bible, you still have this word that applies to everything except like, two weeks of history, and that’s it.  And I mean, ya, it was an important two weeks, but it’s not like the stuff that happened before the Fall gets confused with what happens after.  “Noah’s Flood?  Gee, was that in the Garden of Eden or after?  I can’t remember…  Was the world around yet when Noah’s Flood happened?  This is tricky, geez…”  I think science needs a word that means “Everything except for the first two weeks of the Universe.”  And I will use it constantly.  Maybe I should just start using this word.  “How was your post-lapsarian day?”

15. proprioception-the perception of the position and movement of the body and its parts; noun

Another “We have a word for that?” words.  This is really coolest when it stops working, and you lose track of your limbs.  Don’t you agree?  Ever been in bed and suddenly realized you don’t know where your arm is, and you have to move it around so you can track it again?  I have.  It’s cool.

16. samizdat-the clandestine or illegal copying and distribution of literature; noun

At first I thought this was a pun.  I came across it in Terry Pratchett, who’s big on puns, and the copying of a story was described as samizdat, and I was like, “Ha ha, Mr Pratchett!  Samizdat, Same as dat, how funny!”  And then later I came across it in a serious paper and I was like, “Shit, that’s a real word?  Huh…”

17. shibari-the art of erotic bondage; noun

To no one’s surprise, this is from Japan.  Thank you, Japan.  I’m glad that there was so much confusion between the art of non-erotic bondage and the art of erotic bondage and the theory of erotic bondage and who knows what else that, damnit, we needed a word just for the art of erotic bondage to prevent suich confusion in the future.

18. steatopygous-having fat or large buttocks; adjective

Ya, that’s right, bootylicious has an older and more well-respected big brother of a synonym.  If you want to describe someone as a fatass or bootylicious, but still want to be classy and official, steatopygous is your friend.

19. susurrus-a soft murmuring, rustling or whispering sound; noun

What a perfect word!  Susurrus!  Is there any doubt what it means once heard?  Just whisper it, it’s perfect…

20. throne of Otanes-a constant reminder of one’s duty, especially a grisly or ominous one; noun

This one comes from Herodotus’s The Histories.  It’s a cool story.  Otanes’s dad was a judge who was corrupt, so the Persian emperor had him killed, skinned, and then covered the judge’s chair with the guy’s flesh.  Then he made Otanes the new judge.  (Or maybe Otanes is the dad, I honestly forget and I’m not going to look this up now.  Sorry.)  So ya, I’m pretty sure the new judge was the most honest judge ever.  I feel like, when someone gets fired, leaving behind their flayed, tanned skin on the chair of their replacement is really, really good incentive for the new guy not to mess up.  I bet if we skinned corrupt CEOs and used their flesh as leather for the chairs of the new CEOs of the companies, we would have a lot less corruption in business.  I’m just saying.  Obama?  Congress?  If you guys are reading this, come on.  Pass a new law.  We’d get a pretty good reputation for clean business dealings quickly…or we’d get a lot of new leather chairs.  Either way, we win.

-Matthew

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Fan Service!

August 16, 2009 at 10:45 PM (&c.) (, )

Well, I took some pictures today, and I’m kind of surprised how A) Greek and B) much like a young Lenin by new beard makes me look.  What do you think?

Greek look.

Greek Matthew

Lenin look.

Lenin 1

Lenin 2

And the real Lenin.

Lenin

Lenin1

So how’s it look?

-Matthew

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August 16, 2009

August 16, 2009 at 9:50 PM (Diary Entries) (, , , )

Dear Diary,

Today I was so awesome!  I had my graduation party today.  It was mostly a family reunion, but I still enjoyed myself.  The main thing I dislike about family reunions is how there’s no cute girls to impress…  But the party went well.  Great food, good music (I got playlist control.  It was Cowboy Bebop all day long.), and the pool was fantastic.  I spent hours in the pool playing badminton and volleyball with everyone.  I really enjoy playing around in the pool, but I usually get bored without a lot of people around.

So I was messing around Wikipedia and came across Jeet Kune Do.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeet_Kune_Do  It sounds really cool; I want to learn more about it.  Plus, it translates as The Way of the Intercepting Fist, and if you have to have a philosophical path, I think you should pick the one called Way of the Intercepting Fist.  Now obviously I’m not a fighter or a martial arts guy, (I’m a lover, not a fighter.) but as a general lifestyle thing, I’m intrigued.

I think part of the reason I like it so much is that I feel I already do a lot of its precepts.  According to Wikipedia, (Good God how I hate saying that…) the three properties that JKD techniques should all have are efficiency, directness, and simplicity.  I definitely go in for efficiency and simplicity.  I’m trying to work on directness, but I think I’ve improved a lot.  JKD also emphasizes “absorbing what’s useful,” which I always try to do.  I think it’s important to try out new things, see what works, and discard the rest.  You have to find what works well for you.  Anyone who’s tried asking me for studying advice or something similar knows that I use techniques that work well for me, and I don’t really expect them to work for anyone else.  What I do is the result of experimentation and assimilation, not just taking instruction from others and following it.  My methods grow and evolve as I discover what works well and what doesn’t.

Since this is kind of short, and because, hey, it might help other people with their essays, I’ll provide an example with the evolution of how I planned for history essays.  Before Junior year, I pretty much didn’t.  I got a basic idea, and I started writing.  It was how I had written essays in AP English and for the AP exams in various classes, and it served me well enough as an engineering major.  Starting in Junior year I started doing essay outlines.  At first, they were pretty simple.  I read through my sources, took down page numbers I planned on using and short notes on what I was going to use from that page, and then planned out the essay on about the page level or even less resolution.

After that, I started getting more detailed with my essay plans.  I got down first to a paragraph resolution, and then even smaller, down to paragraph sections.  At the same time, I began to organize my source notes better by Senior year.  At first, I would star the notes I wanted to use for the upcoming paragraph and cross them out as they got used.  That wasn’t satisfactory, though, because if I starred a note but ended up not using it, I could get confused come the next paragraph.  So next I began using different symbols: stars, circles, triangles, &c.  Each symbol represented a different paragraph, marked out on my outline.  This worked a bit better, but there are really only so many simple symbols you can use, and at times I’d need nine or so for all the sections I planned on using, so I switched to letters.  I simply assigned every section a letter, went through my notes and lettered them, sometimes with multiple letters, according to which sections I thought they might be possibly useful for.  Currently, this is my essay system, and it works out well.  I can easily check my source notes, see what sources will be useful for the upcoming section, which pages I intend to use, what they talk about, and what the general theme of the section will be.  I don’t know how this will change once I get to grad school, but I’m sure it will continue to improve.

-Matthew

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August 15, 2009

August 15, 2009 at 8:01 PM (Anecdotes, Diary Entries, Recommendations) (, , , , , )

Dear Diary,

Today I was so awesome!  I’ve started a new Simon Winchester book: “The Man Who Loved China.”  It seems pretty interesting so far, although I haven’t gotten very far into it yet.  It’s about Joseph Needham, who I guess researched China extensively in the mid-20th Century, and did a lot to spread knowledge of the Celestial Empire to the West.  I’m sorry, but I just love the term Celestial Empire for China.  It gives you such an awe-inspiring mental image of that ancient empire.  I admire its historical self-sufficiency and quiet arrogance.  That’s mostly the reason why I picked out the book, in fact.  Besides the Dravidians and Persians, I think the Chinese are my favorite non-Western civilization, and to be fair, I don’t know as much about the Dravidians as I should.  From what I know, though, they sound cool. 

If you’re interested in a nice little primer about history, I recommend Larry Gonick’s “Cartoon History of the Universe.”

Cartoon HistoryThe main thing I like about it is that it covers a lot of non-Western history, which pretty much my entire academic career ignored.  It’s full of great stories, like Lu Pu Wei, and it presents information well, but humorously, which I find is usually a good way to remember things.

I also did some more prep work for the party tomorrow.  I made a huge fruit salad that tastes delicious with yogurt.  Basically it’s my attempt to outdo Aladdin’s, which every Cornellian knows has the yummiest fruit, nut, and yogurt salad.  Mmm-mmmm…  Raisins in a fruit salad are so yummy.  Their texture adds even more than their taste, but they’re not a typical fruit salad fixture.  Try ‘em out sometime if you get the chance and make your own fruit salad.  Just don’t overwhelm your fruit salad with melon, because I hate that.  Ugh…

You know what?  We haven’t had an anecdote around here in a while.  It’s time for a new one, and boy is it a creepy one!

                Here, then, is what I was able to note immediately after the decapitation: the eyelids and lips of the guillotined man worked in irregularly rhythmic contractions for about give or six seconds… [and] ceased.  The face relaxed, the lids half closed on the eyeballs, … exactly as in the dying whom we have occasion to see every day in the exercise of our profession.  …  It was then that I called in a strong, sharp voice, “Languille!”  I then saw the eyelids slowly lift up, without any spasmodic contraction … such as happens in everyday life, with people awakened or torn from their thoughts.  Next Languille’s eyes very definitely fixed themselves on mine and the pupils focused themselves.  I was not, then, dealing with the sort of vague dull look without any expression that can be observed any day in dying people to whom one speaks.  I was dealing with undeniably living eyes which were looking at me.

            After several seconds, the eyelids closed again, slowly and evenly, and the head took on the same appearance as it had had before I called out.  It was at this point that I called out again, and, once more, without any spasm, slowly, the eyelids lifted and undeniably living eyes fixed themselves on mine with perhaps even more penetration than the first time.  …  I attempted the effect of a third call; there was no further movement-and the eyes took on the glazed look which they have in the dead.

  • Beaurieux, Gabriel.  Archives d’Anthropologie Criminelle.  T.  xx, 1905. 

Quoted in:  Roach, Mary.  Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers.  New York: W.W. Norton & Company, Inc., 2003.  Pages 205-206.

How cool is that?!  Wicked cool is the correct answer, for those of you playing at home.  Wicked cool.

-Matthew

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August 14, 2009

August 14, 2009 at 10:07 PM (Diary Entries, Recommendations) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Dear Diary,

Today I was so awesome!  I made my own salsa for a party on Sunday.  It turned out excellently.  Green pepper, some hot sauce, garlic, lime juice, basil, cilantro, scallions, and of course, tomatoes.  I cook the tomatoes a little bit in a saucepan first, and I think it really adds to the flavor.  The only problem is that the cooking appears to burst the tomatoes’ cells’ walls or something, because I always have to sieve it afterwards.  Otherwise it’d be way too juicy.  It came out perfectly, though.  I just need to not eat it until Sunday, which might be a problem.

Earlier today I went kayaking, which was fun.  Not for too long, only about thirty-five minutes or so, but I was moving pretty much the whole time, so it was an OK workout.  I kind of wish I had had someone with me with whom I could talk, though.  It got kind of boring, which is why I headed back so early.  Boredom really seems to be my main weakness.

So it’s Friday, and we all know what that means: recommendations!  I’ll start with music.  This week we have the soundtrack for Kung Fu Hustle.

Kung Fu Hustle

This is a great movie, so I mean, watch it for its own merits, but it just has incredible music, too.  Most of it has a very classically Chinese sound to me.  Fisherman’s Song of the East China Sea is probably my favorite piece from the movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wxCuq2OltE  Most of it is pretty good, though.  Very, like, badass.  Great music to listen to before an exam.

The next category is a new one: videogames.  First one I have to recommend is The World Ends With You, for the Nintendo DS.

TWEWYThis is one of the best games I’ve ever played.  The only problem is that it doesn’t have too much replay value, because honestly, there is a LOT of grinding.  Even so, it’s wonderful.  It’s one of the few games where I really cared about the characters.  When one of them left the game for a while, I was bummed, and I kept hoping she’d come back and we’d be together again.  It also has probably my favorite video game character of all time: Sho Minamimoto!

MinamimotoHe’s so awesome.  Awesomer than Prussia, even.  He is the definition of crazy-awesome.  He is a member of that class of people who I inspire to be: people who are so awesome at what they do, that they don’t have to play the game.  People like Sho, Dr. House, Sherlock Holmes, &c., who just rock so hard that no matter how they act or how jerkish they are, people still listen to them, respect them, and rely on them.  That’s my goal, to be one of those people.  TVTropes’s term for this kind of person is Bunny Ears Lawyer.  http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BunnyEarsLawyer  I love TVTropes.  It’s such a great website, especially if you want to kill a few hours…or days…

This week’s book is Sandman, by Neil Gaiman.

Death, SandmanSandman is a great series.  It’s probably more popular than some of the other stuff I’ve recommended, and as you might have noticed, I’m trying to stick to less well-known things for my recommendations, but it’s so awesome I have to recommend it anyway.  Neil Gaiman is just a great writer.  I think Death, whom you can see in the above image, is my favorite character in the series.  Most of the characters are so deep and complex, though.  It’s definitely a must-read for anyone who likes graphic novels.  Even if you don’t consider yourself a “comic book” person, read it anyway.  It’ll surprise you.

For movies, we have Baghead, getting back to Obscuritysville.

BagheadIt’s a pretty good horror movie.  I saw it on Halloween with a friend, and I was really impressed.  It’s not just shocking or icky, it’s actually scary.  Too many horror films, I find, focus on just shocking you or grossing you out.  OHMYGOD THE KILLER JUST JUMPED OUT YOU BETTER SCREAM AHHHHH!  I prefer scary movies to shocking movies, personally.  Check it out.  It’s not a gorefest or anything, which is nice.  There is some nudity, but nothing overly explicit.  It’s rated R, but it’s definitely not a harsh R. 

Another new category is going to be games.  This one will probably be rare, but I think it could be fun.  So this week’s game will be Diplomacy.

Diplomacy

It’s a World War One strategy game.  There are seven players, and it’s pretty much impossible to win alone, so you have to work together with other people, which is where the diplomacy comes in.  If you want to try playing online, http://www.webdiplomacy.net/ is a good website.  My callsign there is Stukus, so if you see me playing, say hi.  It’s a fun game, and it’s pretty different from most games, because it focuses on strategy, not operations or tactics.

Well, I hope you guys are checking out some of these recommendations.  Have a good weekend.

-Matthew

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25 Things About Me

August 13, 2009 at 8:54 PM (&c.) (, , , , )

1. All of my heroes are long dead or fictional. I’m just not really super inspired by anyone alive today.
2. I can’t willfully damage a book. It just feels wrong.
3. I don’t instantly imagine mental images when people describe things, and when I’m around people who do I wonder which of us has the problem.
4. I think a lot of things sound cooler when prefaced with “the” for no reason whatsoever. Are you doing the math? I love the cheeseburger. &c.
5. I use &c. instead of etc. because that’s the way von Clausewitz did it. Before I read On War I didn’t even use &s at all. Now they’re the only “and symbol” I use.
6. I can’t help but think I’d be happier living as, say, a Spartiate in the 5th century BCE than I am now.
7. I like when, after having judged someone as stupid, they continually act stupid so I don’t need to change my opinion about them. This happens quite a lot.
8. Despite being Athiest, I kind of enjoy church and religious events so long as they’re not too preachy or crazy. I love sincerity and enthusiasm whether or not it’s mine so it’s nice to be with people who really believe what they’re saying and doing.
9. I had a huge enantiodromia last semester regarding justification, and as a result I’ve entirely abandoned the idea that reason is the only and/or best justification for things. I know it’s going back to pre-Enlightenment, but wouldn’t historical justifications make a lot more sense if you could easy record, store, and access the metric boatload of information that it would take? Especially for the judicial system.
10. Enantiodromia is my favorite word. It means the process by which something becomes its opposite and the subsequent interrelation between the two. A chance to use it makes me happy for hours.
11. It annoys me to no end when people use certain words to be polite or look smart rather than use words that have the meanings they want to convey…ugh…
12. I can’t tell if I’m emotionally shallow or emotionally resilient.
13. I truly love my job at Uris Library and will be extremely sad when I graduate and can’t work there anymore.
14. If Cornell offered a class on pickpocketing, lockpicking, social engineering, &c., I would sign up for it instantly. It’d be more practical than probably every other class I’ve taken here, besides languages.
15. I dislike when people have too high an opinion of me because than I either have to work hard to let them down.
16. Despite knowing the universe doesn’t work that way, I feel that a lot of good luck can only lead to several small bits of bad luck or one huge pile of bad luck, so every so often I throw away pennies to avoid some Polycratic bad luck extravaganza when a fish returns my ring.
17. Every so often I worry that everything I read in history textbooks is made up and no one really knows what happened before a century or two ago. How would one know otherwise?
18. I feel bad for lowering my future aspirations from “historical personage” to “history professor” over the course of high school and college. What a letdown for past-me.
19. The most awe-inspiring event in history to me is The Ten Thousand.
20. I shall never respect Wikipedia as a source, ever, and as a professor I shall ban my students from using it academically.
21. I love reading history and knowing that something terrible is about to happen to some famous jackass who, quite frankly, deserves it. On the other hand, I find it terrible when random villagers get hurt in history who have no idea what the war’s even about and are only involved in it because their king is a malicious, small-minded dumbass.
22. I feel more comfortable talking to my supervisor at work than I do to my mother.
23. If something bad happens to me but it results in a good story to tell, I don’t mind nearly as much.
24. I refuse to ever read Invisible Man by Ralph Waldo Ellison because the first twenty or so times I came across it, every time I got happy and excited, “Well gee!” I said to myself, “I bet this book is about a man, one who is not visible,” and with glee I would take the book off the library shelf before realizing that no. No one is invisible in this book. No one. The title is a lying bitch and I will never forgive it ever.
25. I always describe new crushes to close friends in case there’s something horribly wrong with them that I haven’t noticed. I’m worried I’m going to make a bad life decision when it comes to romance one day and I’m hoping my friends catch it.

This is from a while ago, but I thought it might interest people, so here ya go!

-Matthew

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No Desire to Recollect, Part One

August 13, 2009 at 11:34 AM (Musings) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Back in my Junior year of school I took an Introduction to Japan class, and one of the books we read was Tsurezuregusa, known in English as Essays on Idleness.  It’s a really good book.  It’s a collection of short little essays, ranging from a few lines to a few pages, about just various things and thoughts that popped into Kenko’s head.  It’s a great way to spend the day, just reading in the sun, I really recommend the book.

Anyways, the book inspired me to do my own little Tsurezuregusa.  I haven’t worked on it in forever, but I thought I’d share a few of the better entries from it.

I

            I do not know why drumming should always inspire me with feelings of the sea.  Perhaps it is because both of them represent to me untamed power.  When She drums, she seems to me a goddess of the sea, fierce and terrible.  Will personified.  I can imagine that if I had such energy and desire I could do anything, but for all my gifts, I lack will in any amount and I consider it my greatest fault.

VIII

            All divisions are artificial.  Once one realizes this, there are two possibilities.  Either one will ignore all such divisions, or one will acknowledge all of them.  I myself have done the latter, and I believe that Heracleitus was the first of men to do the same.  He saw that nothing is constant and everything changes, and this is so.  From moment to moment, who we are changes, and a man may become unrecognizable to himself within a few hours.

            Perhaps the area where it would be most instructive for people to realize the infinitude of divisions is in language.  There is no English language.  Rather, there are several hundred thousand languages that we call English for the sake of simplicity.  My words have different meaning from person to person.  This should be obvious to all, and yet very few people ever realize it.  This is why dictionaries are so important.  Without a guide as to what words symbolize, it would be impossible for us to communicate properly.  Even with dictionaries, how often does it occur that someone says one thing, but their interlocutor hears something entirely different?

            It is for the above reasons that I cannot understand the importance placed upon the exact text of sacred writings.  Even if the manuscript has never been altered since its creation, which I sincerely doubt, the meanings of the words have still changed.  What once meant one thing now means something else.  Denotations and connotations change from day to day.  It is foolish to pretend otherwise.  Words have no intrinsic meaning or power; they are simply symbols.  So long as the meaning is the same, what does it matter if the words change?  Is it not better that words are changed rather than meaning?  If it were truly so that words were most important, no one would ever translate anything.  I should rather have the precise meaning of Livius’s history than the precise text.

            The greatest attention should be paid to diction in order to ensure the best meaning is created by the writer.

IX

            I wonder why people are so contentious concerning love.  How often is one told that one is not truly in love?  How often does a total outsider believe that they know more about our emotions than we do and feels qualified to make a judgment?  If I were to claim happiness while existing in circumstances that others would not consider to be happy, almost no one would tell me that I was not happy, and anyone who did would be considered rude by others.  To say that I am in love after catching a glimpse of a beautiful girl, however, is to invite everyone to question the authenticity of my emotions, to doubt my feelings, to consider me ignorant of what true love is.

            I believe part of the problem to lie within English itself.  What a violent culture we must have had!  Imagine all of the words that mean to physically strike someone in order to hurt them, and then compare that to the words that mean to be romantically interested in someone.  There is no comparison.  And the words girlfriend and boyfriend!  Products of a society that saw no reason for one to have friends outside of one’s gender unless marriage or sex were desired.  Simply put, the tongue of Shakespeare needs more words for love.  There are so many facets that can only be described with unnecessarily ungainly adjectives that stumble forth from our lips.  Such ugliness in speech should be avoided when speaking of such a noble subject. 

XII

There are two types of beliefs in this world.  The first is optionless beliefs.  Drilled into our heads from birth, imbibed with our mothers’ milk, or simply taught to us in so authoritative a manner that we can accept no alternative, these beliefs rarely suffer rivals and can last for years, even centuries, without being examined by their owners.

            The other type is choosable beliefs, and these are by far the more interesting to examine, for these are hand-picked by their owners and reveal much about them.  It is a fallacy to assume that people believe things for their veracity.  In reality, it is my experience that the vast majority of beliefs held by people are chosen because it is to the benefit of the believer that they be true.  For instance, the common man will believe that democracy is best while the king will believe that monarchy is best, simply because each belief, if true, is best for the believer.

            Once we have realized this, it becomes much easier to understand others whose beliefs seem odd to us.  We should not think that those who believe in silly and stupid things are completely illogical, but merely that their personality and self are such that they have something to gain if their beliefs were true.  While these profits are sometimes obvious, they can also be quite subtle, for it is in one’s interest that their worldview survives each day unscathed, and thus it is natural for one’s new beliefs to match their own.  Someone already dedicated to the idea that their nation is superior to all others will inevitably believe the best about his country and the worst of its rivals in order to maintain his worldview.  It is for this reason that children should be raised most carefully, and ideally, they should be taught their own ignorance instead of orthodoxies.  A child who believes that they are ignorant of much will be more easily able and more willing to assimilate new beliefs into themselves than a child who believes that they already know the truth of the world.

            Do not judge the beliefs of others immediately.  Rather, examine the belief and the believer and understand what they have to gain from their belief’s potential veracity.

            Similarly, to convert another to your own beliefs, it is folly to use logic unless the logic is so sound that it admits no alternative and makes the belief optionless.  It is simpler to show your opponent the benefits of your own beliefs so that he will choose them of his own accord.

XIII

There is nothing more sweetly attractive than to be taught a foreign language by a beautiful woman.  Why this should be so I cannot say, but nevertheless I believe it to be true.  Perhaps it is the time that must be spent and the patience that she must show as she educates you, perhaps it is the inevitable association one must make between one’s learnings and her lips, but if anyone were to ask me for advice on seduction, I would tell them to teach their beloved a language.

XIV

            I believe that the world would be better if children were ignorant of their parents and their parents were ignorant of them.  Imagine the benefits to be gained if children were raised by the state instead of their parents.  All children would have equal access to education, whether borne of a rich family or a poor one, and those children who excelled most would be able to find their calling.  It would be more efficient, since there would be but a few large households rather than myriad small ones.  Foolish sons would no longer inherit from their wealthy fathers, since no one would know who his son was.  Instead, an heir would be more likely to be chosen based on their own talents.

            If only it were possible to have a polis upon which I could experiment!  I greatly desire to see this idea put into practice, for I have no doubt it would be beneficial to society.

 

XV

            It is important to always keep in mind someone’s natural inclinations when judging them.  Someone whose instincts drive him to give money away does not deserve to be given much praise, for he is only doing what we would do anyway.  He is not generous, but diseased; his mania is to give.  Many whose vices and addictions are perceived by others to be virtues and hobbies are also praised meaninglessly, for even if their actions were the basest of sins, they would still do them.

            Instead, he who deserves the greatest respect is he who acts against his natural inclinations for the greater good.  The miser who gives to charity, the misanthrope who nevertheless helps others when they need it, the addict who deprives himself of his pleasure to give his family bread: these are they who should be praised. 

XVII

I think there is nothing in this world that I enjoy seeing in people as much as enthusiasm.  Perhaps it is because I myself am so apathetic, but to see someone performing a task with happiness and eagerness in their face warms my heart.  Even if someone does something that I dislike or disagree with, if they are sincerely enthusiastic about it, it tends to mollify my harsh feelings somewhat.  Unfortunately, my opinion is not shared by many of my friends.  And yet is not enthusiasm a part of much greater things?  How many scholars and researchers accomplished their deeds because of their enthusiasm for their work?  If only everyone were enthusiastic about their job, I believe many problems in the world would be lessened.

 

XVIII

They say that death is the great equalizer.  That it is fair.  More fair than anything in life ever is.  Perhaps that is why it seems so unjust to me.  In stories, the hero cannot be killed by his inferior.  He will not die in bed of asphyxiation because some moron left a stove on.  He will not get hit by a car and killed crossing the road.  These things can happen to anyone, and I hate it.  I hate that anyone can kill anyone.  That Julius Caesar can be stabbed and killed by mediocre senators.  That Socrates can be forced to commit suicide by a fearful, little, miserable town.

I want something more.  I want a guarantee that my death will equal my life.  I want something from it.  I don’t want to die a miserable death out of ignorance or by accident.  I don’t even especially fear death.  I just don’t want to stop living.  Everything about life is so wonderful, and every day I love it anew.  I hope my life is long.

 

XIX

            The world seems very Polycratic to me.  By this I mean that bad luck must necessarily follow good.  Whenever my look has been good for too long, I fear, for I believe that misfortune is coming.  For this reason I do not mind small misfortunes, for they keep at bay even greater ones.  If I wish for something to happen, I throw away something small, such as a penny, in hopes that by inducing a small bit of bad luck I must receive greater good luck soon.

            Imagine a volcano.  While dormant, one has good luck, while erupting, bad.  The longer one has good luck, the larger the eruption of bad luck will be, while if bad luck happens often, it tends to be smaller.  This is the world as I see it.

 

XX

            When determining why something is done, one must examine the causes, auxilia and pretexts.  The cause is that which induces the person to do the deed.  Auxilia are those things that make the deed seem like a better idea, but are learned after the cause and thus after the decision to do the deed has been made.  If the cause is later invalidated, then auxilia may be sufficient for the actor to continue his deed, but not always.  For instance, a man decides to go to the store to buy bread.  His desire for bread is thus the cause of his excursion.  After deciding to go to the store, he realizes he would also like cheese and wine.  These desires are auxilia, for although they make the case to go to the store more compelling, they themselves were not the cause of it.  If the man later learns that no more bread exists at the store, these desires may be strong enough that he will go anyway, but it is impossible to tell.

            Pretexts are different from both of these in that they are what the actor says, either to himself or others, is responsible for his deed.  Although one’s pretexts may be the same as one’s causes and auxilia, it does not have to be the case.  If the man is embarrassed of his desire for bread, cheese and wine, he may tell others that he is going to the store for fruit, and that would be his pretext for his trip to the store.  One may even hide true causes from oneself behind pretexts, and this should be avoided, for lying to oneself gains one nothing.

 

Well, that was longer than I was expecting.  Hopefully it was too annoying.  It gives you sort of an idea of how Tsurezuregusa is set up, though.  I recommend trying out doing your own little Essays on Idleness; it’s rather enjoyable and pleasant.

-Matthew

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August 12, 2009

August 12, 2009 at 9:25 PM (Diary Entries) (, , )

Dear Diary,

Today I was so awesome!  I went to the mall and did some shopping.  I got a new black dress shirt and a light blue tie.  I think they look good together.  I was getting sick of only having one nice outfit while working, so I figured I’d get myself another one.  I really like the blue and black combination.  Of course, like apparently all my aesthetic choices, this one comes from fiction.  Italy in Hetalia wears a blue suit jacket, black shirt, and blue tie in the anime, and I thought it looked good, so I stole it.  Sorry, Italy.

I tried to get an eyepatch today so I could do a Big Boss photo, but alas, none were to be found.  Maybe I’ll try the dollar store or Wal-Mart, as much as I hate to shop there.  Otherwise, I’ll have to wait until near Halloween. One time at work I borrowed my coworker’s eyepatch for a Pirates activity he was doing and people thought it looked good with the beard.  Unfortunately, there weren’t any cameras around at the time.  Also, the eyepatch had a skull and crossbones on it, which isn’t so much Big Boss as pirate, and I’m really going for Big Boss.

In other news, I think I have a new crush…  I’m going to have to start coming up with codenames so I can actually refer to people I know on here without using their real names.  Hmm…and of course, now I can’t come up with any sort of codename for her.  Got one!  (That took like, five minutes in real time, by the way)  Hypatia! 

OK, so Hypatia and I worked together, and lately we’ve been talking online, and I sort of liked her during work, but I mean, we were never super close or anything, and we didn’t really start talking that much until near the end.  We’ll be close to each other physically this coming year, though, so I dunno?  I think she might like me.  It’s hard to tell.  I’m not really good at telling these sort of things.  I have to use friends to interpret for me, from human to Matthew.  She’s nice, and smart, and cute, and endearing, but I don’t know whether I’m just making too much out of innocent comments or what.  We’ll see, I guess.  Wish me luck!

-Matthew

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Words I Like, Part One

August 11, 2009 at 11:17 PM (Words I Like) (, , , , , , , , )

So, another day of pretty much nothing has been achieved, so I’m going to do something new.  As is probably already obvious, I’m really into words.  Reading as much as I do, I come across a lot of cool ones.  Therefore, I’m going to share some words with you that I really like.  Give the definition, talk a little bit about them, all that.

1: anorak-a boring, studious, or socially inept young person, especially one who pursues an unfashionable and solitary interest with obsessive dedication; noun

This one is cool because it comes from the article of clothing.  Apparently in England people who wear anoraks are geeks.  I did not know this previously.  I’m guessing if England hadn’t supplied this word, we’d have to use Otacon or something.  Sorry Otacon, but you know it’s true.

2: convenience polyandry-a strategy whereby females mate with persistently harassing males in order to end their harassment; noun

I like this one, as I’ll like a lot of the words to come, because of its damn specificity.  Not to mention how useful it is for us college students.  “Ya, she only hooked up with him last night out of convenience polyandry.”  I know people who use this strategy, at least for kissing, if not for mating.

3: enantiodromia-the process by which something becomes its opposite, and the subsequent interaction of the two; noun

Of course this word was gonna show up.  I love enantiodromia.  It describes such a complex process in a single word.  Days when I get to use enantiodromia in an essay in context are days that rock my socks.

4: euhemerism-the theory that mythology is derived from history; noun

This one is just a cool idea.  Basically, it’s the thought that it’d be really weird for people to just up and go, “Ya know what?  The gods were like this and married to that person and whatever.”  Instead, it posits that ancient great people slowly became myths and gods.  So a long time ago, there was a badass named Odin, and he had one eye and he was wise and probably a bit of a dick cuz come on, mythological Odin totally is one, and after he died he was so great people worshipped his memory until everyone forgot he had ever lived.  Awesome theory, I like it.  The problem is that it’s pretty unprovable.

5: fillip-a trifle; a moment; a stimulus; a movement made by bending the last joint of a finger against the thumb and suddenly releasing it; a tap given by this means; noun

-to give a tap by this means; verb

This is one of those “there’s a word for that?” words.  Who knew?  We just called it flicking people, but apparently it’s filliping people.

6: gallimaufry-a hodgepodge, jumble, or confused medley; noun

This one’s here for aesthetic purposes.  Gallimaufry.  Say it.  Gallimaufry.  Isn’t it cool?  Gallimaufry.  I love words like that!

7: hapax legomenon-a word or form of which only one instance is recorded in a literature or an author’s corpus; noun

This one is just awesome!  So there are some words or ideas or phrases that occur only once, with very little context.  I mean, how often do you give good context to words?  Yesterday I watched Avatar: The Last Airbender.  All that tells you is that it’s something watchable.  Could be a movie, or a TV show, or a music video or whatever.  It tells you very little.  Hapax legomona are these words.  We have no idea what they are, only that they exist.  Thank Dinosaur Comics for this one, cuz I learned it there.

The example they gave was “gopher wood,” from the Bible.  Apparently it’s what Noah builds the ark out of.  We have no idea what gopher wood is, so it sucks to be a Biblical literalist.  Suck it, Biblical literalists who intend to build a perfect replica of Noah’s ark!  Good luck with that task, ya jerks!  My favorite example is a famous merchant that Herodotus mentions in his Histories.  This merchant is apparently the guy who made the greatest profit ever on a single journey, but no one else mentions him, ever, and he’s so well known to Herodotus that he saw no need to explain anything about him, where he went, or what he traded.  It’s so awesomely infuriating!

8: Herostrat-an individual in constant pursuit of fame; noun

This one comes from the Greek Herostratus.  He wanted to be famous, but wasn’t really awesome at anything.  So he decided he would destroy something famous.  He burnt down the Temple of Artemis at Ephesus, one of the Seven Wonders of the World.  The Greeks got so mad that some city-states made it illegal to speak his name aloud, in order to deny him the fame he so ardently desired.  However, his name got into extant history anyway, so he got his wish.  Herostratus is still famous.  Good plan, huh?

9: irrumate-to insert one’s erect penis into another’s mouth; verb

Another word that we really shouldn’t need, but we have anyway for some reason.  Thank the Latins.  Apparently they just really needed a word for it.  Maybe it’s because being passive sexually was a bad thing, so you couldn’t be fellated, no, passive verbs are for pansies and Athenians, you needed an ACTIVE verb, you had to irrumate that girl! 

10: sleeping dictionary-a foreign woman with whom a man has a sexual relationship and from whom he learns her language; noun

The last one for today, this is one of my favorite words.  I like the thought that this was happening so frequently that people got sick of describing girls as, “That girl I’m banging who’s teaching me Chinese between bangings,” and had to create a new word.  To be fair, I guess it’d get annoying to describe someone in such a way more than a few times, but really.  How often did it come up?  Well, thousands of times I guess, but still…  The only problem is you can’t really use this word around people.  “Oh hey Hilary, meet my sleeping dictionary, Maria.  She’s teaching me Italian.”  Nevertheless, I like it.  It has a very colonial, exotic, Oriental feel to it, ya?

-Matthew

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August 10, 2009

August 10, 2009 at 11:52 PM (Anecdotes, Diary Entries, Recommendations) (, , , , , , , )

Dear Diary,

Today I was so awesome!  I finally finished the book “Pacific Rising” by Simon Winchester. 

Pacific RisingIt was a really good book, although it’s from 1991, so some of it is kind of quaint, especially everything dealing with computers.  Overall it’s still pretty neat.  Basically it discusses the idea that, having had a Mediterranean phase and an Atlantic phase, the world is now entering a Pacific phase, where the Pacific Ocean is the center of human civilization.  It’s a pretty interesting idea, and I’ve never before heard someone contend that the various Pacific nations have much in common besides a coastline. 

I’m not sure how convinced I am.  I think he’s right to a degree, but it’s been nineteen years since the book came out, and I still don’t think there are easily identifiable Pacific interests or a Pacific culture or anything.  Of course, I consider the Mediterranean area to be more of a culinary thing nowadays, although during its era I think you could group the Mediterranean nations together fairly well except for a few barbarian tribes here and there.  The Atlantic nations had a lot in common during their own age, too, I feel: that common Western heritage, imperialistic worldview, emphasis on trade, science, and progress.  I guess I just don’t see the Pacific world’s core values.  No common religion, language, culture, &c.  I’d like to know if any Pacific readers can think of the region’s core values.  I know Nina would be a great person to whom I could ask this question.  It’s really an open question, though.

It also has some great anecdotes in it, my favorite of which I’ll share with you now:

“Two days later, on 29 September, the Feast of St Michael and All Angels, Balboa and his men arrived on the shores of the great sea, to take possession of it for God and for Castile.*  The ceremony was supposed to start at 2pm on the 29th: the Gulf on whose beach the men found themselves had been named San Miguel because of the happy coincidence of the feast day.  But it very nearly had to be postponed.  No oceanographer, when Balboa first strolled down to the gently lapping waters on the morning of that day, he had no reason to suppose that the ceremony – which would involve him standing ankle-deep in the water, the better to annex it – could not begin on schedule.

            But he knew nothing of the Pacific’s tides.  The tidal range in the Caribbean sea off the north coast of Panama is very modest – no more than a couple of fleet.  The tidal variation of the Pacific on the south side, however, is most impressive – a good 18 feet under normal circumstances, more than 20 feet at springs.  And when the Captain-General and his men turned up in the afternoon – all in polished armour, and bearing a gaudy new flag adorned with the arms of Castile and Leon and a Madonna and Child –they were dismayed? embarrassed? horrified? amused? (history does not record) to find no sea in sight; just hundreds of yards of black and rank-smelling mud.  No claim to the new ocean could be made by standing in a nearby bog – Balboa knew his law.  And so the group waited, and waited, until not long before dusk the sea raged in “with great impetus”, and the process of annexation could begin.

            *It took only a single day for one Alonso Martin who, cheekily, found his way to the Oceanside and paddled out in a dugout, demanding that his colleagues witness that he, and not the Captain-General, was the first in the new ocean.”

  • Winchester, Simon.  Pacific Rising: The Emergence of a New World Culture.  New York: Prentice Hall Press, 1991.  Pages 70-71.

I find the mental image of everyone standing around in the mud, waiting patiently for the tide to come in so they can claim the entire Pacific Ocean for Spain, to be hilarious.  Alonso Martin is an awesome guy, too.  I can only imagine how badly Balboa wanted to beat the bastard for that move.

Today was generally just a day of relaxation, though.  I read that book, I swam a bit in the pool, went online, watched TV, and that was about it for the day.  I ended up watching some Avatar: The Last Airbender.  Awesome show.

NICKELODEON AVATAR ANIME

I didn’t really get into it until after it ended, but once I did, I was hooked.  I ended up watching pretty much the entire series this summer before work started.  Witty writing, great characters, unique and interesting story development and plots; you can tell the writers loved working on it.  It also helped me realize just how attractive I find snarky girls, thanks to Mai.

Mai

Not sure why, but snarkiness=sexiness, apparently.  I mean, I sort of had an inkling about that because of my last girlfriend and her sarcasm, but Mai really crystalized it.

And the last thing I have for you guys is a picture of Vivian’s studio from Saving Face!

Studio

Not a great picture of it, but you can get the general idea.  If you’ve been reading for a while, I mentioned how I wanted a studio like this when I get to Chicago.  It just looks so cool!  I would feel so, I dunno, metropolitan living in a place like that.  A great view, good furniture, full of beautiful women…perfect, really.

-Matthew

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