College Totems

The sky continues to drippeth. And ye weather beavers foretell that it will continue through the morrow. But the air temperature is seemly and hence the wetting can be abided.

The gym was pleasantly scant and the podcast, an episode of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas” dealing with “alien” species was passable if overdone and wholly implausible. Apparently bogs are willing to consume anything or carry about anything despite their vapid protestations of “gross” and such.

Alien in this instance does not mean animals (?) that evolved on other planets but animals that are not “native”. 

The humor of the situation is good. A human podcast about furrin critters when humans are distinctly not native to the Americas. But humans cannot be listed as alien infestations since that would alienate (or more likely, confuse) bogs and incite religion terrorists. Humans, after all, cannot be animals because we have language and thumbs and smarts and kill each other and generally practice – knowingly – evil. Usually for reasons that are specious and vapid. Like organizational religion?

Anyway, since this weekend was – thankfully – the end of the football season – except for the insanity and start annoyance of “bowl” games, true toilet tragedies, it occurred to me to wonder why there is so little originality in the sport. If we survey high schules we find they all have totems that are the fighting something, usually an animal or antiquarian proclivity. The fighting bit is surprising given that it evokes sheer violence and violence is a considerable bug-bear in schules these days. Apparently such concerns are inapplicable to pornographic athletics.

I have given up any hope of influencing this stupidity and since SCPdatter is long past the idiocy (immersed in others now) I have resigned myself to ignoring the matter as being stress relieving.

Universities are some better. MIT has the beaver as its totem and its athletic prowess is famously inept, but it is a pinnacle of mediocrity in a sea of disgust. My alma materi, the Crimson Tide, the Fighting Illini, the (?) Chargers, and nothing, illustrate the middle ground of this. Obviously one associates crimson tide with red tide, an algal bloom that kills myriads of fish, Illini refer to an Amerind tribe which has litigated in its greed several times, Chargers are amusing since horses evolved in North America and then went extinct there but not before a reverse crossing of the Bering land bridge – hence an alien invader, and none refers to the Army War College where all the students are 40+ years of age, forbidden contact sports, and only permitted to play basketball or volleyball after a medical examination. 

In that spirit I cast by mind to think of some better (?) totems, preferably ones that would not result in spasms of litigation or political correctness (so no Amerinds):

  • the Nauseating Rock Snot (assuming snot to be collective;)
  • the Ubiquitous Tardigrades (can even survive outer space?:)
  • the Mutable Influenzas;
  • the Visual Demodexi;
  • the Collegiate Microbiome; and
  • the Grunting Annelids.

I could continue but some sustenance might help. Selah

Kicked Out

Ran across [Link]

my conjecture is that it has a causation related to spouse threatening committee members with horrible fates. It’s rather like that maths proof lately done by computer science (sic) types. Nothing seems to frighten an academic more than an auslander.

I also harbor the theory that I matriculated only because my committee couldn’t bear to read ANOTHER draft of my dissertation.

Alabama Soccer

Early on this morning I was reminded that yesterday was the (U)Alabama – Auburn (U) football game. Annual event. 

I didn’t watch it. For several reasons. But primarily because it is negative and meaningless. Meaningless unless irrational local animosity (competition, so called,) is meaningful to you. It isn’t to me.

My father played for Auburn. I attended Alabama. I was paid to do so. Because football is not a valid reason to attend a college unless you get paid to play football for them in return for an education.

I got paid to learn. Not play football. I did attend some games. As a designated walker responsible for getting inebriated undergraduates back to dorm after the game. That and an italian ham sandwich were all the redeeming value.

So I didn’t watch the game. 

And I refuse to call it the “Iron Bowl”. It isn’t a bowl game because there is no competition for the chance to play and it is no longer played in Birmingham. 

But that’s the sort of mental nonsense I expect from people who do.

I only mention this to repay those of you who intruded on my privacy and concentration with your comments about the activity. If you don;t bother me with yours I won’t trouble you with mine.

Drippy Day

Ice Cream day. More like blobs of dihydrogen oxide – liquid phase – dripping from the sky. I assayed a constitutional but aborted it early because of the slipperiness of the path with all the soggy leaves. 

Still working the diversity-tolerance thing. Am now exploring the idea that zero intolerance and zero diversity are impossible. As long as you have two people you are going to have some diversity and some intolerance. Marriage seems the proof. So the idea that the product equals a constant isn’t forbidden/compromised by asymptotic behavior. 

FD SCP ran me a bit ragged yesterday. Erranding. More than I like but probably good for me in moderation. Did mean the day was a cognitive loss. Ah well. Proof? Maybe.

More as it strikes.

Walking Thinking Again

Saturn’s day. Turkey day is over, including its adjunct, day of ebony Freya. Another mild (?) morning, at least temperature high enough to venture into park. Good walk. No great thoughts other than that there is no such ting as pure toleration.

And it also occurred that the thing I am most thankful of is that the holiday is past.

Holidays are stressful and thereby evil. The stress arises from parents and family. We have the solstice season approaching with the whole Santa Claus – Tree – Presents thing and therein lies the root of the stress. The whole nonsense of presents and the pressure and agony of waiting for that. That is the wellspring.

Of course it isn’t helped by family trying to deny the tide of time. More stress. Trying to not be what we are. Putting up with people that we don’t want to be around. Stress. Evil.

Perhaps that is another aspect of civilization? Our denial of its existence.

But holidays are definitely about tolerance. And the wellspring of intolerance.

Thinking about the eminent end of walking is also stressful.

But now I know why turkey is so popular now. The tryptophan. 

Ebony Goddess Day

Quick message to merchants: things I am not interested in purchasing – electronics, especially monstrous televisions, and drones.

Quite frankly, what is available to watch on television isn’t worth a big screen. More than eyefulls of boring stercus isn’t enjoyable.

Also, I value my privacy and I act as if my neighbors value their’s. Besides, I have all sorts of means to compromise drones without firearms and other obvious countermeasures.

Waste and Corruption

Thor’s day. Also that quaint Amerikan holiday that has grown to be as horrible and painful – almost – as the religionist season – which follows hot on its heels. EXTRO extravaganza of hate and loathing and STRESS!

Went to the park this morning for morning constitutional. Air temperature up within range. Horrible! Ugly. Nasty! Each year, in a fever pitch of wasting the public purse, the conscript parents of Greater Metropolitan Arab, dominated by the evil real estate gang, mount hideous lamp arrangements in the park and downtown. The latter is moderately ignorable since no one is downtown after 1700 hours.

But the park as illuminated this morning in the most hideous and wasteful of arrangements. Some were even hung from living trees, desecrating them. A horrible experience. I was completely unable to do anything except feel a biting wind and the ache in my limbs.

No joy. No satisfaction. No communion. Just evil ugly light patterns.

In an equally (?) nasty article, [Link] I read about a survey by state of the books (?) read by high schule seniors. The summary:

I recognize few of these, especially the more read, at least in this counting. That does not surprise. The books mandated fro schule reading are not ones that I sought when I was in such subjugations. And I have tried heartily to rebel since.

The result for Alibam is instructive. First of all, it isn’t a book. It’s a play. That is included in the senior literature textbook. So in effect, the book most read by Alibam high schule seniors is their state issued literature textbook! I fear this confirms my fears. Alibam is now in actuality a third world state. Our children do not read unless compelled. And that compulsion is evil.

Not that I dislike MacBeth. One of Rattle Lance’s better works. Lots of family murder and such. Very fitting for today.

But it is still depressing that seniors in high schule are so whipped.