Bah

Dec 24

File this one under ‘almost too ironic to be true’: a Catholic priest has been criticised by parents for telling their children that Father Christmas doesn’t exist.

I do recall that my own parents played this one very well: Father Christmas was *never* true, even when I was tiny; he was a game we played, but I never for one moment thought that he was real, which left all my belief available for the Baby Jesus. Nice.

In other seasonal news, as the shopping season is now almost over, I am switching my musical loathing from the TV commercial overdose of It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas to my traditional hatred for those wretched lines from Once in Royal David’s City:

Christian children all should be
mild, obedient, good as He.

Grrr.

It is a cooking ingredient

Dec 22

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A new supply of spices came from Southall for this beleagured expat this week. I love Asian packaging; it makes no pretence at cool, it just tells it like it is. And lest you thought your packet of coriander had a medicinal or recreational purpose:

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Join the dots

Dec 22

Today: The number of teachers in Scotland’s classrooms has fallen to its lowest level since 2005, sparking concern from unions.

Last week: Teachers in England will have to act as “role models” both in and out of school under a proposed new code of conduct. … the behaviour of teachers could still be inappropriate even if it did not involve doing something illegal.

Admittedly, one is Scotland and the other is England: teacher recruitment in England could be booming for all I know, though I’d be prepared to bet it isn’t. You can only crap on a profession for so long before no one wants to do that profession any more: I thought we’d learned that lesson from the nurses.

If you can get sacked for telling the little darlings that Santa doesn’t exist, you deserve a bloody drink when you get home.

My kinda girl

Dec 21

I have a confession to make: I really like Victorian porn. I love the innocence of it. I live in a time when, however specific my kink might be, there’s a website devoted to it, but this time last century, just the thought that oh my god you can see her stocking tops was enough. I love how smiley the girls are, how ordinary, and sometimes, how plain ridiculous.

I’ll put her behind the cut just in case, but there are fewer nipples in this picture than on page 3 of yesterday’s Sun.

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Sucky the Christmas Elephant

Dec 20

I bought a stack of vintage images from eBay, with the vague idea that I would make a WP theme or two using them. Unfortunately it turns out that Edwardian Christmas cards are too schmaltzy even for slightly piss-take “look how schmaltzy this is” themes, so I hadn’t bothered to have much of a look before now. Today I thought I might decorate round here for a bit, so I had a browse for suitable images to use.

I don’t think I should say anything at all about this picture.

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Offensive

Dec 19

xmastreeMy eBay account manager sent me an email today containing this image* of a so-called “Christmas” “Tree”. As a tree-worshipper, I found this extremely offensive. Suppose I celebrated my holiday with an image of the Baby Jesus cut off at the ankles and adorned with baubles!

Of course, it is only a few weeks since we had the travesty of a religious festival that is Hallowe’en. How do you think witches feel when, on the one night of the year that they are allowed out, the streets are filled with children in ill-fitting costumes with bags stuffed with sweets? It’s about time that we showed them some respect and banned plastic pumpkins, and returned to the real meaning of Hallowe’en with some goat-sacrifice, sky-clad dancing and suggestiveness with broomsticks.

* The factually accurate part of this post ends here.

The paucity of hope

Dec 19

Someone, somewhere –

I’m convinced it was in Prozac Nation but I’ve read it three times trying to find the section I think I remember, and I can’t. But I’m sure it was Elizabeth Wurtzel, quoting her therapist.

- says that depression uses anything it can find to fuel itself. That something which once made you happy, that took you away from depression, will, in the end, inevitably become part of that depression.

It’s true.

Someone else, somewhere –

It was written by Terry Pratchett, I’ve forgotten in which book and if I go look, I’ll get lost in L-Space.

- says that the only thing faster than the speed of light is darkness, because however fast light goes, the darkness is there waiting for it when it arrives.

That’s true too.

And you can run, and run, and run, spend your life running, *from* or *to*, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you’re running from, and what you’re running to, even if there is something to run to, because what will be there at the end of it, is the same.

RIP, Oliver Postgate

Dec 09

The king was dead. Great was the sadness and loud the wailing. The flags on the houses were pulled to half mast and the great bell rang.

Rest in peace.

When people used to ask me why I was studying Anglo-Saxon, I told them it was because I’d read too much Tolkien at a young age. This was inaccurate. At a still younger age, I’d been completely captivated by The Saga of Noggin the Nog, and the opening lines that hypnotised me in the books, and even more so when read in Oliver Postgate’s lovely voice:

In the lands of the North, where the Black Rocks stand guard against the cold sea, in the dark night that is very long, the Men of the Northlands sit by their great log fires and they tell a tale…

C.S. Lewis talked about reading

I heard a voice, that cried,
“Balder the beautiful
Is dead, is dead!”
And through the misty air
Passed like the mournful cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.

He later wrote of that moment

instantly I was uplifted into huge regions of northern sky, I desired with almost sickening intensity something never to be described

Lewis had Longfellow; me, I had Oliver Postgate.

Children’s dictionary gets edited; some people very cross

Dec 08

ojdThe Telegraph reports that lots of words have been removed from the Oxford Junior Dictionary. The lists of removed words they print – with no indication whether these are exhaustive or not – are big on animals and plants, with a sprinkling of imperial and religious terms also gone. Complaints are concentrating on the “words associated with Christianity and British History” – plants and animals being, apparently, less worth whipping up outrage fighting for.

The way some commentators are talking*, you’d think that these words had been banned from use. They haven’t. They’ve been removed from a children’s dictionary, which is possibly the single most useless reference book published in the UK today.

Even when I was a child, I did not get the point of children’s dictionaries. “If you don’t know how to spell it, look it up in the dictionary,” my junior school teachers used to say. “If I don’t know how to spell it, how can I look it up in an alphabetised reference work?” I used to think, very loudly, and wish I were the sort of naughty child who would have said that out loud to a teacher. I would imagine today, schoolchildren are more likely to use Google to check a spelling than pick up a dictionary, and rightly so: it’s a much more effective tool. When was the last time a dictionary asked you “did you mean….”?

And if you’re using a dictionary to look up the meaning of a word, then you’re not going to need a children’s dictionary, which has since time immemorial contained only a dull culling of impoverished vocabulary. Anyone who doesn’t know the meaning of “blog” or “celebrity” already isn’t going to bother looking it up in a book.

If, on the other hand, your child is an embryo word-whore, she’s already reading the grown-up dictionary for herself, cover to cover: she despises the children’s dictionary. Take it from one who did.

So I start to wonder what the purpose of a children’s dictionary really is. To be a gift from a relative who really should do better? To make parents feel smug because they have such a book on the shelf? To be a list of words we think our children ought to know?

Even if Christianity is a thing you want to teach your children (or teach your children about, which is something entirely different), most of the religious words the OJD has lost have got nothing to do with twenty-first century Christianity. Abbey, monastery, nunnery, monk, nun: these were torn out of the Church in England in 1541, just as pews and pulpits were torn out of ‘modernised’ church buildings in the second half of the twentieth century. Call it a blow against the teaching of history if you like, but it’s not a blow against Christianity because these are words that Christianity itself has given up. They have as much to do with the life of the average eight year old as gooseberry, porcupine, allotment.

Vineeta Gupta, head of children’s dictionaries at OUP, makes a reasonable point: “We are limited by how big the dictionary can be – little hands must be able to handle it.”

Ms Gupta’s right, of course. But from the vile and racist comments being aimed at her in the Telegraph’s comments, you’d think a dictionary was a work of propaganda, a list of what Every English Child ought to know. Are we really calling this stunted list of mundane words aspirational? I don’t think so. If anything, it’s a lowest common denominator: if your kids don’t know these, then there’s something wrong.

* though I must admit, I’m quite pleased that so many are citing NewSpeak rather than reaching automatically for the Nazis.

The Beeb hath a tweet

Dec 05

bbc-twitterI love how half-hearted the BBC are about their link to their Twitter stream. No wankr 2.0s here ;-)