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August 30th, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

From Muriel Barbery’s The Elegance of the Hedgehog:

Mamam announced at the dinner table last night, as if it were a pretext to let the champagne flow freely, that it was exactly 10 years ago that she started her “anaaalysis.”  Everyone will agree that this is absolutely maaarvelous.  As far as I can see, only psychoanalysis can compete with Christians in their love of drawn-out suffering.  What my mother didn’t say is that it’s also been exactly ten years since she started taking anti-depressants.  But apparently she doesn’t see the connection.  Personally I don’t think she’s taking the anti-depressants to ease her anxiety but rather to endure the analysis.  When she describes her sessions, it’s enough to make you want to bang your head against the wall.  The guy says “hmmm” at regular intervals, and repeats the end of her sentences (“And I went to Lenôtre’s with my mother”: “Hmmm, your mother?” “I do so like chocolate.”: “Hmmm, chocolate?”).

July 12th, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

From Muriel Barbery’s The Elegance of the Hedgehog:

I open the envelope and read this little note written on a business card whose surface is so glossy that the ink, to the dismay of the defeated blotter, has bled slightly underneath each letter.

Madame Michel,

Would you be so kind as, to sign for the packages from the dry cleaner’s this afternoon?

I’ll pick them up at your loge this evening.

Scribbled signature

I collapse in shock on the nearest chair.  I even begin to wonder if I am not going mad.  Does this have the same effect on you, when this sort of thing happens?

Let me explain:

The cat is sleeping.

You’ve just read a harmless little sentence, and it has not caused you any pain or sudden fits of suffering, has it? Fair enough.

Now read again:

The cat, is sleeping.

Let me repeat it, so that there is no cause for ambiguity:

The cat comma is sleeping.

The cat, is sleeping.

Would you be so kind as, to sign for.

On the one hand we have an example of a prodigious use of the comma that takes great liberties with language, as said commas have been inserted quite unnecessarily, but to great effect:

I have been much blamed, both for war, and for peace . . .

And on the other hand, we have this dribbling scribbling on vellum, courtesy of Sabine Pallières, this comma slicing the sentence in half with all the trenchancy of a knife blade:

Would you be so kind as, to sign for the packages from the dry cleaner’s?

July 05th, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

From Anaïs Nin’s A Spy in the House of Love:

He turned his eyes fully upon her, now a glacial blue; they were impersonal and seemed to gaze beyond her at all women who had dissolved into one, but who might, at any moment again become dissolved into all.  This was the gaze Sabina had always encountered in Don Juan, everywhere, it was the gaze she mistrusted.  It was the alchemy of desire fixing itself upon the incarnation of all women into Sabina for a moment but as easily by a second process able to alchemize Sabina into many others.

June 19th, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

Frank Fenner thinks we’ll go the way of the Easter Islanders in the next 100 years.  I disagree that humans will go extinct, but I agree that we’ve waited far too long to address energy and population issues to avoid dramatic and involuntary reduction in our population.  And it’s already happening: resource competition, exacerbated by climate change, is at the root of bloody ethnic clashes in Kyrgyzstan.

Our past greed for sperm oil hurts our current ability to survive the consequences of our greed for another kind of oil.

One response to an honor killing sums up the state of women’s rights in India: “If they wanted to kill their daughter, that’s okay. But they shouldn’t have killed our boy.”

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A recent study says that eating organic, local food won’t save the world.  Of course, perhaps we wouldn’t be facing such enormous problems if our food supply didn’t encourage overpopulation.

On the challenges of queerdom:

So, as I wandered the isles, eventually finding everything I needed, I started for the checkout line when all of a sudden I felt the bump in my pants start to hang a tad lower than he should be. I continued walking, a bit slower though, in an attempt to assess this situation. By the time I had decided that this could become a potential issue I realized that my detachable disco stick had completely jumped the tighty whities ship and was now slowly crawling down my left leg a little bit more with every step.

I stopped walking, obviously, right in the middle of the isle. My face clearly expressed concern as I can never find anyone in that store to help me but now, of course, with my leg bent up to stop the AWAL lovelance at my knee, threatening to flop onto the ground and roll away into the gardening section, I had two guys asking me if they can help me find anything. Without actually making eye contact I mumbled “Uh…no, that’s cool, thanks though. I’m just… uh, thinking… um, about some stuff.”

Louisiana’s legislators be doing jack shit to deal with the oil spill, but reminding themselves that they own women’s bodies seems to make them feel better.

Manolo describes the next women’s exercise craze, Catholic Yoga:

‘This position is known as St. Catherine on the Wheel,” you say as you splay your arms and legs into the unnatural pose, “take the awareness of Catherine’s suffering inward, hear her cries of agony, revel in God’s grace.”

To be followed by the St. Lawrence on the Griddle, in which you exhort the students to “feel the burn,” as you turn the room heat up to it’s highest setting.

A huge step towards better designed cities, less pollution, and less fossil fuel energy devoted to transportation: the US government decides that pedestrians’ and cyclists’ needs must be considered to get federal money for infrastructure projects.

Having books around makes your kids more likely to succeed.

Insight into the Israeli flotilla killings:

Why did Israel choose to murder nine peace-seeking foreigners in broad daylight? Although it claims otherwise, this had little to do with “restoring Israel’s deterrence” or capping the peashooters in Gaza. Instead, one must listen to Moshe Yaalon, then chief of staff of the Israeli Defence Forces, who said in 2002 that “The Palestinians must be made to understand in the deepest recesses of their consciousness that they are a defeated people”. By massacring the Mavi Marmara’s activists — whose names and religion are still unknown — Israel wants Gazans to know that even the international community cannot save them.

Most colleges handle plagiarism badly: this essay has a more realistic take on the situation:

How, precisely, had working with hundreds of student writers changed me, as a teacher, a writer, a person? I’d seen them in five years’ worth of classes and in the writing clinic where I worked as a consultant. I saw them baffled by what teachers said they wanted (“compare and contrast ‘A Good Man is Hard to Find’ and ‘Bartleby the Scrivener’”), which often seemed to mask what they really wanted (“elegantly analyze these stories and compose, in formal prose, a well-supported argument that will not only engage the ambiguities without resolving them but delight and surprise me”). And over and over I saw how the nature of the institution and its agents reduced the complexity of student experience to neat bureaucratic decision trees (“Was the student intoxicated? If no, then refer to disciplinary committee. If yes, then refer to police”). One way to do this: make a moral issue out of a moment in a life, to graft a forking path (and therefore a high road not taken) onto a moment when there’d been no choice at all. Only later would I see such moments for what they were and try to wrest them back from the machine. But when Haley plagiarized, it was safer for me to act as a junior bureaucrat. I saw no other choice.

Sweden gets how to fix gender equality:

“Society is a mirror of the family,” Mr. Westerberg said. “The only way to achieve equality in society is to achieve equality in the home. Getting fathers to share the parental leave is an essential part of that.”

June 14th, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

From Muriel Barbery’s The Elegance of the Hedgehog:

We are good primates, so we spend most of our time maintaining and defending our territory, so that it will protect and gratify us; climbing – or trying not to slide down – the tribe’s hierarchical ladder, and fornicating in every manner imaginable – even mere phantasams.  Thus we use up a considerable amount of our energy in intimidation and seduction, and these two strategies alone ensure the quest for territory, hierarchy and sex that gives life to our conatus.  But none of this touches our consciousness.  We talk about love, about good and evil, philosophy and civilization, and we cling to these respectable icons the way a tick clings to its nice big warm dog.

June 09th, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

The Elegance of the Hedgehog is one of the loveliest books I’ve ever read.  I haven’t enjoyed reading a book so much in a very long time, and I was sad to finish it – I wanted it to go on and on.  I usually don’t enjoy rereading books, but I think I’ll keep this one on my shelf.

June 07th, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

From Muriel Barbery’s The Elegance of the Hedgehog:

Say what you want, do what you will with all those fine speeches on evolution, civilization and a ton of other “-tion” words, mankind has not progressed very far from its origins: people still believe they’re not here by chance, and that there are gods, kindly for the most part, who are watching over their fate.

May 31st, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

From Anaïs Nin’s A Spy in the House of Love:

Slowly what she composed with the new day was her own focus, to bring together body and mind. This was made with an effort, as if all the dissolutions and dispersions of her self the night before were difficult to reassemble.  She was like an actress who must compose a face, an attitude to meet the day.

The eyebrow pencil was no mere charcoal emphasis on blond eyebrows, but a design necessary to balance a chaotic asymmetry.  Make up and powder were not simply applied to heighten a porcelain texture, to efface the uneven swellings caused by sleep, but to smooth out the sharp furrows designed by nightmares, to reform the contours and blurred surfaces of the cheeks, to erase the contradictions and conflicts which strained the clarity of the face’s lines, disturbing the purity of its forms.

She must redesign the face, smooth the anxious brows, separate the crushed eyelashes, wash off the traces of secret interior tears, accentuate the mouth as upon a canvas, so it will hold its luxuriant smile.

Inner chaos, like those secret volcanoes which suddenly lift the neat furrows of a peacefully ploughed field, awaited behind all disorders of face, hair, and costume, for a fissure through which to explode.

What she saw in the mirror now was a flushed, clear-eyed face, smiling, smooth, beautiful.  The multiple acts of composure and artifice had merely dissolved her anxieties; now that she felt prepared to meet the day, her true beauty emerged which had been frayed and marred by anxiety.

May 24th, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

From Genome: The Autobiography of a Species in 23 Chapters:

Oncology, the medical study of whole cancers, diligent, brilliant and massively endowed though it was, achieved terribly little by comparison with what has already been achieved in a few years by a reductionist, genetic approach.

April 26th, 2010 | Author: sarcozona

From Karen Armstrong’s A History of God: The 4,000-Year Quest of Judaism, Christianity and Islam:

One day the Gestapo hanged a child.  … The child who, Wiesel recalled, had the face of a “sad-eyed angel,” was silent, lividly pale and almost calm as he ascended the gallows.  Behind Wiesel, one of the other prisoners asked: “Where is God? Where is He?” It took the child half an hour to die, while the prisoners were forced to look him in the face.  The same man asked again: “Where is God now?” And Wiesel heard a voice within him make this anser: “Where is He? Here He is – He is hanging here on the gallows.”

Dostoevsky had said that the death of a single child could make God unacceptable, but even he, no stranger to inhumanity, had not imagined the death of a child in such circumstances.  The horror of Auschwitz is a stark challenge to many of the more conventional ideas of God.  The remote God of the philosophers, lost in a transcendent apatheia, becomes intolerable.  Many Jews can no longer subscribe to the biblical idea of a God who manifests himself in history, who, they say with Wiesel, died in Auschwitz.  The idea of a personal God, like one of us writ large, is fraught with difficulty.  If this God is omnipotent, he could have prevented the Holocaust.  If he was unable to stop it, he is impotent and useless; if he could have stopped it and chose not to, he is a monster.  Jews are not the only people who believe that the Holocaust put an end to conventional theology.