Thursday, September 06, 2007

Life after festival

Taking life rather gently this week so that my back has a chance to improve. I have a nice 3 mile loop to walk each day along the Leith/Warriston paths, Bondi sniffing the tracks of other dogs, me listening to podcasts from the BBC radio archives or Trashotron.

I've been long awaiting a bunch of certificates from registry offices in Sydney and London, but either the post office or the registries are failing me. The Sydney registry has offered to re-send, but the London GRO has a 5-day turnaround on enquiries, compared to a supposed 4-day turn around for the actual despatch of cerftificates.

Also awaiting responses to a set of accommodation enquiries in the Orkney Islands ahead of our proposed visit in early October.

There was a line in a recent "8 out of 10 cats" podcast: "Scottish men are the greatest gamblers in Europe: aargh what's the chance of me risking another fried sausage?? ". The evidence for much of the ill health is all around me, although despite the horrendous diet, I haven't noticed much obesity. It's more a case of terrible teeth and skin, and rampant alcoholism.
On consecutive days around Leith I've passed women carrying shopping home (at midday) reeking of alcohol, and even a man in a wheelchair who was so drunk that he rolled his chair crossing a road.

Last night I saw Judd Apatow's new film "Knocked Up", which manages to perfectly entwine a chick flick with a guy flick* to make a surprisingly endearing romcom.
*Unlike "Titanic" which grafted a 90 minute guy-flick onto the end of a 90 minute chick-flick (not forgetting 14 minutes of end-titles which took longer to go down than the ship).

Read John Scalzi's "Old Man's War" and rather enjoyed it. I'm not much for military-SF, but this has a light touch, notbly with the dialogue, and wears its debt to Heinlein rather well. This may be his first novel, but Scalzi has been blogging since before the term existed. Scalzi talks about his blogging and novel-writing in an interview with Rick Kleffel found here. He's also found a way to make a military blow-things-up book satisfying to those like myself not much into blowing-things-up, a nice little dance that is comparable to Apatow's effort.

For those following issues relating to the LGBTRS* community, there's a nice comment on the Larry Craig issue coming from a surprising quarter: Cindy Adams, the gossip columnist for the New York Post.

"I have nothing for this ruined ex- politico ex-senator ex-nice family man Larry Craig. Never met him. Never heard of him before. I don't care a fig about him. I don't care about Idaho either. I don't even know where that is, other than you get to Chicago and make a left. Aside from a baked potato topped with sour cream, who-the-hell ever makes mention of Idaho? So, I have no horse in this race. It's just that in my limited, not-very-smart view, his guilt is primarily hypocrisy. The rest of the crime, if in fact Craig is gay, is of our making. The tawdry solicitation leaves us partly to blame. Draping homosexuality in shame is what forces the weak to hide and lie and rail against it publicly in order to cover themselves privately. A guess would be he spoke and voted and campaigned against it in fear for himself. To draw a curtain around his own being. Those Enron guys probably didn't start out bilking billions. They started small. A little here, a bit more there. It's always the first step. Suddenly you're in it up to your eyeballs. Same with this shivering little scared mess of a man. Terrified of his own self, he early on made one statement. Then maybe had to back it up. Then he maybe enlarged it. All in mortal dread that his innermost voice might make itself heard.

Possibly someday, if all of us, each with our own demons, could wash away the stain of whatever tints our sexuality, this pathetic soul would never have picked a bathroom for a bedroom."

* Lesbian-Gay-Bisexual-Transgendered-Republican Senator (the umbrella grows ever wider to encompass all of our humanity)

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